“I love the way you eat me out,” Molly shouted hoarsely. “Please, baby, lick my pussy. Let me cum on your tongue.”
“You wanna feed me your cream, Angel? Do you wanna cum all over my lips?” Devil rasped, already pressing openmouthed kisses against the insides of each of her thighs while her musky scent taunted the beast inside him. Pulling her thighs over his shoulders, he settled between her legs to give her what she needed.
“Yes!” Molly screamed as her thighs shook around his neck. “Please, yes!”
Dipping his head, Devil licked and kissed every inch of her pussy. Using the flat of his tongue, he swept it up and down her slippery cunt, drawing in her essence and relishing her taste as his fingers pushed inside her, sliding against the contracting walls of her pussy. Her channel gripped him, pulsing around his digits as he growled against her clit and worked Molly’s body into a frenzy. He loved it when she got lost in the pleasure and forgot everything but him and what he could do to her. Lifting his head a few inches, he watched his shiny fingers thrust in and out of her, slick with her juices. “Fuck, baby, I love your pussy. Always so hot and tight. Fuckin’ made for me and me alone,” he shared hoarsely.
“Yes! Yours. Always yours, Devil,” Molly panted, her body stiffening as her first orgasm began to spread through her body. “Oh, God, Devil,” she whimpered faintly, “I’m there, baby!”
He lapped his tongue once more and collected her cream before he pulled his mouth away from the most scrumptious meal he’d ever been fed. Coming to his knees, Devil jerked his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his cock. Devil hovered above Molly as he sank inside her and prayed he didn’t lose himself right then. He held himself still, knowing it had been months since he’d intimately loved his wife. He knew her body needed a moment to adjust to his invasion, but when her walls clenched around his dick in what felt like a silk shrouded vice, he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Her pussy was tightening around him with a grip that made his balls ache and he was a single breathe away from throwing caution to the wind and fucking her like the end of the world was coming. “Ah, fuck,” he bit out, clamping his teeth together as he fought his own release back. “Goddamn, Molly, baby, be still,” he implored the squirming woman as she wrestled with her own orgasm. “If you make me cum before I get a chance to hammer this little pussy, you won’t sit for a week,” he threatened against her ear, sucking her ear lobe between his lips as he silently recited the batting order of the Atlanta Braves in order to keep his cock in check.
Waiting until the flutters in Molly’s pussy had lessened, he began to move inside her, thrusting deeply but gently in measured strokes designed to work them both up. “You okay, baby? Is this too much?” he asked, dipping his head to lick a bead of sweat from Molly’s neck.
“No, this is perfect. You’re perfect,” Molly moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “I love feeling you move inside me,” she shared softly before lifting her head to meet his mouth with her own.
Devil groaned as Molly’s mouth opened underneath his and her tongue slipped inside his mouth. They exchanged a slow, wet, passionate kiss as she tilted her hips, allowing him to get deeper…closer. “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered between kisses, nibbling her full lower lip as she lifted her ass, meeting each thrust of his hips eagerly. “Love how it feels when you’re wrapped around me,” he continued, his breaths falling hot and heavy against her neck as he worked in and out of her soaked pussy.
He groaned as Molly clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer. Building the pace of his thrusts gradually, Devil kept one eye glued to Molly’s face, making sure that he didn’t get too carried away. After all, this was her first time since she delivered their daughter. And while he knew that his woman craved a certain level of pain, he also knew that there were different kinds of aches. Fortunately, his Molly was amazingly responsive to him, and he could easily read her facial cues. For example, his beautiful wife was nearly ecstatic now, her ecstasy near its peak. Just like his own.
Deepening his thrusts as he felt her intimate grip on his cock tighten, he felt a tingle fly up his spine, warning him that his own pinnacle was approaching. Sliding one hand between them as he braced himself with the other, Devil worked Molly’s slick bud, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves and reducing her to squirming mass of limbs.
“Oh, God! Devil! Don’t stop! Please don’t fucking stop,” she begged frantically, clawing his back in a way that he knew would leave reminders of their passion.