I seal my mouth over Monica’s clit and suck it as hard as I can. She groans on my cock, and I like the way it feels on me. “Keep moaning for me, Princess,” I say as I lick my way to her entrance. She does, making sounds that I’ve only ever heard in porn, and these are so much better because her mouth is gagged with my cock.
Her moans only grow louder as I invade her pussy with my mouth, plunging deep and tasting her sweetness. I work her in long, lazy strokes. Enough to arouse her but not enough to send her over. Not yet.
Circling her clit with my tongue, I move faster, sending her higher and higher. Until she’s screaming around my cock and not even sucking anymore because she can’t. I know she can’t. I consume her like she’s my last meal, and I swear to God that I hope she is. She’s shaking under my mouth, suddenly coming, flooding my tongue with her flavor. I drink all of it.
And I keep going, licking and sucking and eating her until she goes over again. My cock falls from her lips and she can’t stop moaning and saying yes. I love the sound of her climax, the way her voice goes raw and rough and uneven. I can’t get enough of that sound.
I release her, pressing my cock back between her lips. “Keep sucking,” I say, pressing deeper, and she does, but I’m in control now. I press myself completely into her, slipping into her throat until her lips seal around my base. “How do you like your reward, wife? Is this a good one, for being an excellent wife?”
A moan is all she can do to respond, but I watch as her pussy grows wet before my eyes. Yes. She likes this. I close my eyes, thrusting into her mouth and throat, and I let my orgasm rise up from the deep. The texture of her tongue against my skin is driving me mad, and the sensation of popping in and out of her throat is sending me over the edge.
“Fuck, Monica, I’m going to come down your throat.” I hold her head still, and she opens wide, letting me pump in hard and fast. I’m fucking her mouth exactly the way I would her pussy, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Monica reaches up, and touches her clit, her beautiful fingers circling and teasing. On her hand, is her wedding ring. Fuck. She sucks down on my cock, and I plunge deep one more time, orgasm ripping through me from the base of my spine. Monica sucks hard, swallowing everything I give and more, cleaning my cock and drawing out the pleasure for every last second.
Flashes of light burst behind my eye. Nothing but light as I poured myself into her naughty mouth. And she deserves an even better reward for that. I snatch her wrist away from her pussy, sealing my mouth over her clit and licking it. Again and again and again until she’s gasping and shaking and saying my name. Her hands are gripping the couch so hard that her knuckles are white, and I smile against her skin.
One more for good measure. I press two fingers into her pussy, finding that rough patch inside that makes her scream, and lick her again. It only takes seconds before she’s coming, voice echoing off the walls of our suite.
And then she melts, body going limp, and I catch her, lay her out on the couch and spread out beside her. Her eyes are sleepy again. “Hi,” I say.
“Hi,” she says. “I woke up and wanted more. Now I’m sleepy again.”
“Well, you can have more anytime you want.”
She blushes pink and smiles. “Do you have to call that person back?”
I stroke my hand down her side, savoring the feeling of her skin. “No, it can wait. We covered anything important.”
“Okay.”
“Should I take you back to bed?”
She grins shyly. “For a nap or more sex?”
“I don’t see why there can’t be both,” I say, standing and lifting her into my arms.
She giggles, and it’s the best damn sound in the world.
12
Monica
I wake up, drowsy and feeling nearly drugged. I’m not, it’s just because I didn’t get very much sleep in the night. The morning sun is shining through the windows of the suite, and I stretch under the sheets feeling the sweet ache of my body. I’m wearing nothing but my wedding rings, which is the same way I’ve woken up for the last three days. I don’t think there’s been more than a few hours between our stints in bed. He can’t keep his hands off me, but I’m exactly the same.
We’ve basically been in hiding. On the advice of his publicist, public outings together haven’t been on the top of the priority list, which is totally fine for me. I’d far rather stay in our hotel room and fuck my husband than deal with reporters. She thinks it’ll be good to give the public time to accept us as a couple while she works spin. It’s given me some time to think about the wedding, since that’s important for public image. Daniel insisted that I do what I want with the wedding, and don’t let anybody push me into something I don’t want. Which is nice.