“You may pay for that one, my darling wife,” he whispers right before I feel a hand glide down my side. It moves against my ass, then lower. His fingers dive between my legs, pushing just beyond the lips of my pussy. I can’t stop the moan that escapes as I push my ass against him. “Querida, you are soaking wet.”
I gnaw on my bottom lip as his fingers slide up and drift over my clit. He’s right; I’m so wet I can feel it from the sound of his fingers pushing through my cream. “I need my husband to fuck me,” I moan. His hand stills and I tighten my legs against it, trying to push him further into me. When it doesn’t work, I whimper with disappointment.
“Say that again, mi cielo,” he growls.
“I need my husband to fuck me.”
His hand comes back to my neck. When his words hit me this time, they’re hoarse and full of need. “Bend over and hold onto the bed, mi cielo. This is going to go hard and fast.” I do as he orders, my fingers digging into the rumpled covers on the bed. “Spread your legs and tilt your ass higher, Beth.”
Anticipation runs through me. Once I get my feet planted, he massages my ass, his hands biting into the flesh, then he shakes my ass roughly, pulling the cheeks apart. I feel cool air hitting the wet needy skin of my pussy and I know I’m completely exposed to him.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he groans, and the pleasure in his voice is so thick I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed when I feel my cream slide down my thighs. I gasp when I feel his cock rub against my thigh and the cream found there. “Who does this pussy belong to, Beth?” he asks, his cock now teasing my opening, not going inside yet, but pushing just enough to let me know he’s there.
“You,” I gasp, when all at once the head slips and grates against my clit before he brings it back.
“Who am I, Beth? Say it,” he demands.
“My husband,” I tell him because I know that’s what he wants.
“That’s it, querida. That’s it,” he moans, and the sound mingles with my cry because he slams inside of my pussy without warning. I feel his balls bounce against me and I’m stretched fully as he stays right there, not moving. He folds down over top of me, his hand wrapping in my hair. He yanks back my head and his voice is almost deadly. “Put your fingers down there and rub your clit, Beth. Do it while I fuck you hard because I’m not going to last long and I want you with me. I want to feel that pussy coming apart all around my dick.”
When I do as he tells me, his hands move to my hips, the fingers pushing into my skin, and then he fucks me. He rides me hard, slamming into me over and over, jarring my whole body. One hand begins kneading my ass while he crashes in and out of me, taking what he needs without worrying about anything else. I love it. I love that he’s so desperate and lost in his desire that he demands I take care of myself. He didn’t need to bother; I’m so excited that I’m sure I could have come just from what he’s doing, but I slide my fingers over my clit, rubbing over it. My juice is thick, making the glide easy and reminding me of how it feels when Skull licks me. I twist and pinch my clit just as Skull slams into me again.
Then I hear him shout my name. I feel his cock jerk inside of me. I tighten my pussy as he slams into me again, and then I feel him release inside of me. The streams of cum are so forceful that they feel like thrusts themselves. My hands move faster and faster over my clit. I feel Skull pull out, then shift somehow and slam right back in, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me fly.
“I’m coming!” I yell, and I only go higher when Skull reaches around and pulls on my breasts. It seems like I come forever. I feel my arm give out as I fall upon the mattress, mini-shocks from my orgasm still running through me. I can feel Skull’s weight on me and he kisses my back.
“Te amo, Beth. Te amo.”
He loves me.
“Fuck, querida, you’re going to kill me some day with that hungry little pussy of yours,” Skull whispers in my ear, his fingers combing through my hair which sticks to my neck.
“Definitely going to have to shower, if I can ever feel my legs again.”
Skull laughs and I realize I said that out loud. He rolls on his side and pulls me so I’m half-draped over him, our legs hanging off the end of the bed. I close my eyes as he holds me close, wishing we could stay like this and never leave this room.
“Does that mean quick and hard worked for you, mi cielo?”
“I’m not sure. I may need another example to be positive,” I mumble. Skull’s head goes back in laughter and happiness surrounds me. I wrap myself up in it, hugging him by clenching my body tight into him. I love that I make him laugh. I love that I can give him joy. It is joy too, because I hear it in the tone of his voice and see it in his face.