Sold to Him

“Tonight, I celebrate you. I celebrate us,” he growls, and begins to take off his clothes.

Oh god. I’ve never gotten used to this, and I never will. Every time I see my husband’s powerful and muscular body, all of me clenches, tightens, and dampens with lust. His wide shoulders make my mouth water. The thick chest and muscled pecs that I’ve licked hundreds, if not thousands of times. That perfect six pack. And his cock. Oh god, so big and commanding, always.

As I watch, it rises and enlarges, filled with desire for me. And my pussy dampens desperately, eager to cushion its length. How the heck do I manage to take that giant horse cock in my small, swollen slit? Looking at it from this angle, it seems impossible. But he’s done it hundreds of times before, and he’ll do it again. Tonight, and hopefully soon.

I shift my thighs and sigh as honey slips from between my thickening pussy lips and drizzles down my dimpled thighs like icing. “Grayson, I’m so lucky to have you,” I breathe.

“I’m the lucky one, sweet girl.” He’s naked now, his blue eyes like lasers sizzling all over my body.

Because of the unusually warm fall we’re having in New York, the dress I’m wearing is pretty thin. My nipples pop out like rock candy through both my bra and the soft cotton of the dress. I stroke them, pinch them, all the while watching him.

Oh, they hurt so good…

“Get naked, sweetheart,” Grayson rasps. He uses that powerful voice and I rush to obey him, my hands shaking as I remove the dress. Finally, I’m nude, my lush form ready for his possession.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Now, kneel. And close your eyes.”

Oh, yes.

I get down on my knees, nude and obedient. I squirm and rub my thighs together, subtly thrusting my hips against the air. I imagine him feeding me his cock, telling me to open my mouth so he can slide his massive man meat down my throat.

Oh, I love it when he does that. His salty, bitter flavor is one I could just live on for the rest of my life. The food of love.

The air shifts, and I feel him coming closer. I lick my lips in anticipation of his staff on my tongue, in my mouth, the taste of it so heavenly. Mmm. A sweet tingling begins in my twat and settles in my stomach. My mouth is watering, and my fingers curl in anticipation of closing around Grayson’s meaty cock.

Give it to me, baby, I think, my lips already parting slightly. I’m so ready for you. I want you. Give me—

A loud pop makes me jump.

“Keep your eyes closed!” Grayson warns as a cool liquid splashes all over my torso and down my breasts and hips.

I lick my lips slightly, catching a few droplets on my tongue. It’s champagne.

“Fuck, you look so good like that!” he rasps.

More champagne pours over me, gush after gush of fizzing, popping liquid splashing over my sensitive nipples, down my belly, and into my hot and wet snatch. Then another bottle pops and more champagne floods over me. I’m bathing in a fountain of five-thousand-dollar French bubbly. It turns me on as my slick body squirms a bit, a squeal escaping my lips.

“Now touch yourself, Trina,” he grunts. I hear how turned on he is, his voice so deep he can barely get the words out, and I love it. His desire makes my swollen pussy twitch in need. “Yank on your big nips, sweetheart, make them all red and stiff for me.”

Oh, I love it when he tells me what to do. My whole body sings and glows from the inside out.

“Like this, Grayson?” I ask him coyly, still keeping my eyes closed and rubbing my nipples through the endless waterfalls of champagne. “You want me to do this?” Moaning like a whore, I scrape my nails across my nipples then, suddenly inspired, grab both boobs and lift them towards my mouth. I lick my own nipple and taste the dry fizz of champagne on my hard, excited flesh.

Grayson turns me on so much. He’s transformed me into a wild and sexual creature. He’s taught me the dirty ways of a man and woman, and they make me go hot inside, my insides liquid and melty.

I suck my nipple deep into my mouth and groan from the unbearable pleasure. It feels so good, but I want his mouth on me before he owns me with that massive horse cock.

“Grayson, please,” is my helpless mewl.

“Fuck, baby!” His voice is almost too deep for me to understand. “Yeah, suck it just like that,” Grayson growls. “You look fantastic sweetheart.” And with no warning, the man flips me onto my hands and knees, my sensuous form still dripping with champagne. In anticipation, I wiggle my bottom at him, teasing and tempting the big man. Oh, I love it when he takes me in my dark star, filling me so full.