The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(122)

While he distracted me with his efforts, I pushed my head forward against his cock, feeling that same resistance at the back of my throat. Bobbing my head a few times, almost as if building up momentum, I let my throat get used to the pressure and my gag reflex wane.

Austin’s tongue was licking my skin right at the edge of the leg-hole of my panties, his nose teasing my labia through the material. I moaned, deep and long, right on his cock and something about that relaxed my throat enough to let the swollen head pop in.

My husband’s hips jerked in response at the sensation of my tight throat around him, and another inch slid in then out again as he relaxed and continued his mission to discover the pink paradise beyond that frustrating elastic.

I could feel his breath hot on my skin, and even through my panties, which were wet from his licking and my own arousal. Between each breath, my skin cooled in the air, and I could feel the same effect on my pussy lips, pressing against the wet material.

With a firm grip on his ass, I pulled myself forward, slowly impaling myself on his cock. My eyes watered at the sheer length and girth of it and I thought how easy sword-swallowers had it in comparison.

I even felt a spark of pride that Austin had managed to train me so well in a relatively short period of time. Most girls would run for the hills before taking a cock like this so deep that I could reach out with my tongue and lick his balls, angles permitting of course.

I was about three quarters of the way down his cock when Austin succeeded in his mission to get his tongue into my panties, first tugging them aside with his teeth and then pressing his mouth against my pussy to keep the material out of the way. With his lips on my labia and his tongue slowly flickering across my clit, I forced my head the rest of the way down to hide his full length down my throat.

I held it there as long as I could, the desperation to squeal building up inside of me like a pressure cooker. I twisted my head from side to side, moved my tongue around the shaft, even stuck it out to lick the base of his cock so he could know what a good job his wife was doing.

There was only so long I could last without air though, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled back and removed the masculine obstruction from my airway. Looking back over my shoulder, all I could see was my thighs sticking out from under the skirt, along with subtle wet sounds as Austin licked my sex.

“That feels so good,” I panted.

Thankfully, Austin didn’t pause to comment, and I quickly returned my mouth to his stiff dick, bobbing my head and swirling with my tongue until I could feel that tension in his body that told me he was holding back a big load. He’d hold himself back though, until he’d had his fill of all the pleasure I could give him.

Unlike my husband, I had no such control. When he started concentrating every flicker of his tongue on my clit, I was quickly railroaded down the path of vision-blurring pleasure.

His every movement against my most sensitive spot built up this humming energy in my belly that spread out and made all my muscles clench up, one by one. My thighs squeezed his head, my hands his ass, and my lips his magnificent cock.

All that sensation between my legs, the glorious sight of that dick slipping in and out of my mouth and the muscular legs beyond it, was too much for me to resist. I moaned right on the head of his cock as my pussy muscles started to flutter.

Ecstasy, pure and perfect, squeezed my eyes shut and made my legs quiver as Austin continued to fight off my panties’ attempts to regain lost territory and made my clit feel special with all that attention. I pulled my hands from his ass and grabbed his shaft with both of them, loudly and wordlessly whimpering on it as if I was a singer in a new genre of music.

My chorus faded away with the pleasure and I was left with my eyes half-open in a no-doubt dopey expression, my heartbeat thundering in my ears and a rigid shaft of manhood in my mouth. Bliss this exquisite shouldn’t have been possible. Now it was time to give as good as I had gotten, I was going to-

Snap! Snap!

The red silk ties that had captured the former heavyweight champion of MMA twanged as he broke them like they were nothing. His hands, held at bay for so long, were suddenly on me.

“Hey, those were expensive!”

“We can afford it,” he said, dismissively. “I can’t fucking take it anymore, I gotta fuck you like the dirty little wife you are.”

Austin unseated me easily, and I rolled to the side as he whipped his blindfold off, which was already a little askew anyway. His jaw dropped and his eyes scanned me from head to toe, with that obstacle was out of the way.

I bit my bottom lip, like the soaking-wet disheveled-hair post-orgasm schoolgirl I was dressed up as. Austin was consumed by unstoppable need, and I knew I was one little lady that was about to take everything an elite athlete could give between the sheets.