The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

My hands cupped her ass, and I brought her close to my chest, making her face hover over mine. My big hands squeezed her beautiful globes, kneading them with my long fingers. I’d slept alone last night, and my dick was pissed. Now he was harder than he’d been the night before, horny and anxious.

Her hand slid into my hair, and she looked me in the eye as she held herself over me. Her lips descended slowly, her eyes watching my reaction as she combined our mouths together. The landing was perfect, making both of us breathe hard at the connection. My hands squeezed her ass again, and she pulled my hair until it tugged on my scalp.

Like every other time we’d kissed, it was so good. With the perfect ratio of lips to tongue, we were in sync anytime our bodies combined together. Sometimes women kissed too quickly and rushed to the passionate embraces when there hadn’t been time for it to build up. But Arwen knew exactly how to kiss a man, to make my lips yearn for hers.

My dick pressed against my zipper as it fought to get closer to her, slip inside her perfect slit. My body ached for hers. My fingers trembled at the prospect of feeling her.

I wanted to fuck my wife so damn hard.

She pulled my shirt over my head then worked the top of my jeans to get them undone. Without taking her lips off mine, she tugged them off my hips and far enough down so my cock could come free. Her hands found him and gently stroked him, her thumb swiping across the lube that formed at the tip of my crown.

One of my hands slid into her hair, and I gripped her tit at the same time, my dick throbbing in her hands. Nothing would stop me from having this woman now. A meteorite could strike the earth, but it wouldn’t slow me down.

My hand reached into my front pocket, and I pulled out a condom. With a quick tear, I got it free and rolled it down to my base, securing it before I made the journey into her tight cunt. I grabbed her hip and pulled her down, forcing her to sink slowly until my enormous dick was inside her.

She moaned when she felt me, her eyes fading into pure lust. She wanted me with the same desire as last night, like she needed me to get the climax she craved. Her arms circled my neck, and she kissed me as she arched her back and moved up and down, slowly pushing her body down my length until her lips kissed my balls. Over and over, she repeated the same movements, pushing my length deep inside her and making her shiver.

Fuck, my wife was good in bed.

My hands returned to her luscious ass, and I guided her movements, my balls aching because I couldn’t wait to fill the tip of the condom. Before I even approached the finish line, I could feel the load deep in my shaft, feel the amount of arousal I was about to spill out.

Things got hot and heavy quickly. She breathed hard against my mouth as she worked her body to fuck me. She held on to the back of my neck and moaned loudly, grinding her clit against my body to give her that extra push she needed to turn into a writhing puddle of ecstasy.

I watched her face, seeing her in a whole new way. She was so beautiful when she was getting fucked, her cheeks red and her lips anxious. Sometimes she bit her bottom lip when my cock felt particularly good, when it was hitting the perfect spot to make her hips buck on their own. Her nails clawed at me, and sometimes a pained moan escaped her lips, like she couldn’t tolerate the pleasure. “Wolf…I’m gonna come so hard.” Her nails started to slice me as she lost her mind, as the pleasure exploded inside her and made her writhe.

My hands gripped her ass and guided her up and down, feeling the tightness surround my dick once her pussy clenched around me like an iron fist. I’d fucked this cunt enough times to understand its subtleties, the way it tightened before it released. I could feel her pleasure through our combined bodies, feel how good she felt.

Tears sprung to her eyes, and she moaned in my face, her nipples sharp like two knives. “Yes…yes.” Her voice trembled with her release, the moisture in her eyes welling up until two tears streaked down her cheeks.

Damn, she came hard.

Her hips stopped pounding into me as she slowed down, as the pleasure faded from her fingertips and toes. She caught her breath as she latched on to me, still enjoying the aftershocks of goodness in her veins.