Heat (Gimme 5)
“I’m not done with your pussy. Fuck having my morning coffee anymore, I need your cunt to get my day started,” Micah swears, dipping his tongue back inside my heat. He told me he needs his coffee when he wakes up, but I guess, I’m his new wake-up brew.
Chapter Eight
Micah
I can’t get enough of her sweet, tangy flavor. It’s driving me wild. My hips rock against the mattress to ease some of the ache in my balls. She’s so fucking tight that I’m afraid I’ll break her when I lose control in her cunt. The way she cries out and coats my face with her juices, making a sloppy mess over me, sends me into a frenzy. It’s the first time in forever that I woke up without a headache, and it’s all due to my sexy little flower. I have to pin her down because seeing and feeling her thrash out for another orgasm goes straight to my already painfully heavy balls.
I stuff two fingers into her, needing to stretch her juicy womb for me. I want her to come on my cock, so I lift and lick my way up her body. The heaviness between my legs nudges at her entrance.
“Taste yourself. Get used to how delicious you are because I’m going to eat your pussy every morning, and I’ll never get enough of kissing you.” I crush my mouth to hers, and she grips my biceps, taking over the kiss. I push forward, letting the tip sit inside her. She moans and rocks her hips. It’s my breaking point, and I rut all the way into her, tearing through the remnants of her innocence, making her mine forever because there’s no way I’d let her leave me.
She flinches, but thankfully she’s not crying. That would fucking kill me knowing I’d lost control. “Thank you, wife.”
“Take me, Micah. Make me come and fill me up with your seed. I want it in me. Possess me, Micah.”
“Always,” I grunt, driving into her with wild passion. Sweat coats us as I fuck her into the mattress. Her eyes close as she absorbs my domination, but it’s not fair taking those beauties away from me. “Open your eyes, Violet. I want you looking at me as you come. Her pussy clenches as she digs her nails through my hair and then down to my back.
“Shit, I’m coming again, Micah.”
“Go ahead and choke my cock and take every drop.” I let go and come deep inside her womb, coating her walls, cervix, and every inch of her heat with my load. Jets and jets that belong solely to her.
We lay there, breathing heavily and smiling. I look down at my sweet Violet, and questions are going through her mind. I’m not sure I can answer all of them, but I’ll do my best. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” I skim my hand along her arm, watching goosebumps appear. She gasps, but then she gets her words together.
“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” I think it’s a little late for that, but I won’t be rude.
I stare into her eyes and speak honestly. “No. Life is short. I’d been dreaming of having a family, feeling empty day in and day out, and then I collide right into you. It’s not fast enough as far as I’m concerned.”
She falls back on the pillow with a huff. “I just find you too good to be true. I’ve been through so much.”
“Well, I’ll tell you this. I can’t cook to save my life. I’ve never been possessive or jealous until you, and I’m pretty sure that may get out of hand, but I’d never hurt you. My mother will probably be up your ass, waiting for grandchildren.”
“We might have started that already.”
“That we have.” I let out a growl and climb on top of her, rocking my hips so she can see what she’s doing to me. “Just the talk of babies and I’m hard-up as hell for you.” She gives a moan, and I can feel how much she’d like to go again. Reluctantly, I get up.
“You tease,” she pouts, crossing her arms over her luscious breasts.
“You’re sore as it is. As much as I’d love to drill your pretty slit again until we’re both screaming, I have to take care of you. Let’s go shower, and I’ll eat your delicious pussy, and then I’m going to feed you again. After that, we’ll figure the rest out.”
And true to my word, I spend the afternoon eating her out until our food comes and then tuck her in bed for a nap.
Chapter Nine
Violet
After our lunch, my phone rings, reminding me of all my other problems. It’s my boss, so I take the call. He’s shouting into the phone. “I’m sorry, Charlie.”
“What the hell happened to you?”