And just like that, the blare of my AM alarm comes. Yes, it sounds at the same time every morning, but this morning is particularly hard. No matter how hard I try I can't force my eyes, these cinder blocks, to open. Even though the buzzes are muffled, my visceral wince would allow one to believe I'm being beaten in my sleep. My ears fully adjust to the buzzing, going from a feeling to an actual sound. From the way my eyes continue to fight me you would think I just went to bed. Internally groaning and rolling over, I peel my eyes apart to see the culprit of making me so damn tired, Erika, my wife. Erika, lays on her stomach one leg straight and the other bent, exposing her sun kissed sandy skin. Holding the pillow under her chest, her cute little blond bob hangs wild all over her face. A smile spread across my face, thoughts drifting to last night's escapade.
Sitting at the table, I'd pulled out some of the last of my paperwork, double checking a few answers. Erika finished putting the dishes away and disappeared for a while. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. While no one can truly plan for the school week, mine had been relatively smooth, in comparison to others.
Erika strutted in, adorned in some thigh-high stockings, fuck me red pumps, and an apron-nothing more. I tipped my glasses down, giving her a heated lusty stare. Those pert tits set very so beautifully on that marble sculpted body of hers.
"Here's desert," she said, crawling on the table, knocking my papers everywhere, grabbing my tie, and engulfing me in a hot kiss. Before I could object, she slipped off the table kneeling down, unbuckled my pants, and wrapped her lips around my shaft. My head fell back in sweet bliss as she took in the length and girth of me. Her lips and tongue teased and taunted me. A low growl scratched the back of my throat and instinctively my hand gripped the back of her head. Hearing her struggles to get me all the way down made me smile just a little. I wove my hand into her hair, gripped it at the roots, and held her in place. I held her there for a while fucking her throat. Her throat constricted around my shaft as she fought to breathe.
"Fuck" I hissed in a breath, my grip tightened at the roots.
A few seconds more and I pulled away letting her greedily suck in all the air she could, before assaulting her throat again. In and out, in and out, each time she gagged less. Finally, she adjusted, her tongue darted out to caress my balls. A tingle rushed up my spine making me grip her scalp harder, but she only moaned. I leaned over plunging fingers into her tight hot walls. Instantly my fingers were drenched in her delicious nectar. The vibrations of her low moans on the tip of my dick sent fire through every cell.
"Nnuuu—ggg Fuck." I pulled away from her and dropped in my chair; my legs felt the slightest bit unsteady. I didn't even have to tell her; she already spread herself wide awaiting my command. The weakness suddenly disappeared. I slowly stood, pulled her up and right on to my swollen shaft. She gasped, digging her nails into my back holding me tight for a second, before moving up and down on me. Her moans mixed with mine took me to a heady world of pleasure. I place my hand on her chest pushing her back on the resin oak table spreading her legs wide and plowing deep into her. She squealed with delight, egging me on to fill her to the brim.
"JAMES! PLEASE! MORE!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. The deeper I thrusted the hotter and wetter she became, she'd reached the brink. I kept her legs in a vice grip spread wide, slamming into her walls. Her eyes begin to cross and roll in the back of her head. She panted something inaudible at first before shouting to the rooftops,
"James, I'm Cumming! I'm Cumming!"
She shouted as her walls tried to squeeze me out, but I held my place. I forced my way back through her tense folds pounding faster than ever. Her legs squeezed around me shaking, she grabbed the hem of my shirt, knuckles bleaching. I finally felt every cell in my body alight; everything tensed up and then a huge crash came.
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Playing With Fire
ActionHome, love, safety are just a few things that any teenager needs and wants. Celena Asher is absolutely no different. However she never seems to get that attention. James King has the life that most men think they want. An extremely hot loving wife...
