“I hope your plan works,” Molly whispered, her fingers slowly sliding up and down his length. “But even if it doesn’t, I know beyond any shadow of doubt that you tried your hardest to solve things for Armando. And for me.”
“I love you, Molly. I’d do anything for you,” Devil replied quietly, rocking her in his arms as her hand moved up and down over his length.
Exhaling a long breath, Molly groaned. Snuggling against him, Molly murmured, “Do you ever wish that our family was more – I dunno - normal?
“Hell, babe, there’s no such thing as normal. What the hell is ‘normal’ anyway? As far as I know, it’s just a setting on our washing machine,” Devil chuckled. “It’s one of those meaningless words that people toss around to feel better about themselves. It doesn’t mean a fuckin’ thing. We are what we are, and anybody that doesn’t like it can go to hell.”
Those words…gruffly spoken, but deep and meaningful, reminded Molly just why she loved this man so much. He didn’t sugarcoat anything. He didn’t say what was guaranteed to make her melt. He simply told the truth – however he saw it. “I love you, Devil,” Molly murmured, lifting on her toes to brush a kiss against his lips.
“Do you?” Devil asked lightly, thrusting against her hand. “Exactly how much do you love me? If you had to put a value on it?”
Molly giggled. “Hmmmm, that’s a tough one,” she teased, slowly sliding to her knees in front of him. Releasing his cock long enough to tug the towel still around his hips off, she slowly lifted her head and blinked up at him. “I suppose I could try to show you. Would you be okay with that?’
“I suppose. If you must,” Devil replied with a twinkle in his eyes as he tangled one hand in her loose wavy red hair. “I won’t stop you, babe,” he offered huskily as his wife offered him a slow sultry smile.
Licking her lips, Molly shifted her gaze from her husband’s mesmerizing eyes to the swollen cock jutting toward her. “Mmmm,” she hummed, slowly and lovingly stroking the hot, turgid flesh, “This looks painful.”
“Yeah, try packin’ it around with you day after day in this condition,” Devil returned, hissing air through his teeth as Molly’s tongue darted forward to swipe the tip of his dick, stealing the small bead of pre-come that had collected there.
“My poor husband,” Molly purred. “Have I been neglecting you?” she asked, unable to pull her eyes away from his hard length. He felt like hot steel encased in silk against her palm. So red that it was almost purple, it appeared almost angry in her hand.
“No, not me. Just my cock,” Devil corrected gruffly, growling as he watched her tongue slowly flick out again, this time tracing the ridge of his penis as she held him firmly by the root. “Fuck, Molly. Put me out of my misery and just suck me, babe,” he managed to order roughly.
“Haven’t you ever heard that anticipation only heightens the pleasure, Devil?” Molly queried flippantly as she wriggled her tongue against the tip of his penis, playing with his slit in a way she knew would drive him insane with pleasure. If there was one bedroom activity her husband adored, it was a good blowjob right before going to bed.
“Sweetheart, my dick has been anticipating that wonderful, wicked mouth of yours for months; put me out of my fucking misery. Open your mouth and swallow my cock like a good girl before I lose my fucking mind,” he rasped, his chest rising and falling quickly as he watched her full lips begin to descend over him.
Molly’s gaze locked with Devil’s as she worked her mouth down the long, rigid length of his dick, taking him as deep as she could. Seeing him throw back his head and groan his pleasure filled her with pleasure, her own pussy growing wet with need. Sucking him hard, she moaned as he began to thrust gently into her mouth. God, she’d forgotten how decadent she found his taste. Earthy and rich, it intoxicated her, making her restless. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to relieve the ache between her own legs as she pulled slowly off his cock, swirling her tongue around the head as she withdrew. Feeling his fingers clutching her hair, she moaned again as she sank over his cock, letting the gentle vibrations from the sound feed her husband’s hunger.
“Shit, Molly! God, baby, that feels so fuckin’ amazing!” Devil cursed, his legs trembling as she sucked at him eagerly, her tongue fluttering over the underside of his cock with every downward stroke. “Love that mouth on me. Suck it good, angel. Take it deep,” he groaned, fucking her mouth with long, careful thrusts of his hips. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he praised breathlessly, pushing his cock deeper into the hot, wet haven of her mouth.