The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(65)

Every muscle in Austin's body appeared to be tensed. No doubt he was  anticipating all the pleasure we were about to have, but the bonus  side-effect was how damn sexy he looked, ready for action.

With my hands resting on his pecs I slowly, carefully, lowered my sex  against the hard underside of his shaft. I sighed in satisfaction under  my breath when I felt his length nestled along my slit through my white  panties.

My labia almost seemed to kiss the side of his erection through the thin  material, and I could feel every beat of his heart as if I was taking  his pulse. I wondered if he could already feel how hot he made me.

It wouldn't be long before my excitement was soaking through those  panties, I'd been on the edge of my seat ever since we made the  arrangements to have the penthouse to ourselves. Rocking my hips back  and forth, I gently tickled myself with the hard ridge of manhood.

"You sexy little bitch. I'm gonna make you squeal."

That sounded like a good idea to me. First, though, I was going to savor  this perfect specimen of masculinity. I leaned forward, pausing halfway  to appreciate the pressure of his cock on my clit, and gave him a kiss.

Our lips locked, and I felt his tongue expertly dancing with mine. I  couldn't help but grind on him a little harder than I intended as I let  myself get swept away. I hoped I would always be left this breathless by  his kisses.

Fighting every instinct I had to just pull those panties to the side and  fill myself with hard dick, I reversed my movements from before,  shuffling backwards and positioning myself between his legs again. I  ducked my head down and gently touched the tip of my tongue to his  balls, lifting first one and then the other before giving his heavy sack  a thorough tongue bath.

You could have bent a new horseshoe around Austin's cock by the time I  licked and kissed my way up its length. My hands curled around under his  ass cheeks as I reached the tip, and I could feel the power there.

It was these muscles more than any others that were responsible for  jack-hammering his manhood into me so hard so many times since he first  took my virginity. When I curled my tongue around the head of his cock  and pulled it into my mouth, those muscles tensed, seeking to thrust  forward on instinct.

Using only my lips and tongue, so I could keep my hands on his ass, I  maneuvered his erection to an angle such that I could begin to bob my  head up and down. The ridge of his cock head bumped against my lips and  pushed them out every time I pulled my head back, and I swirled my  tongue on the sensitive underside as I went, just the way he liked it.         

     



 

"Damn, you get better at that every day. I wanna fuck that face of yours! Take it all, Sky, kiss the base."

Austin thrust his hips up harder than before, and the head of his cock  hit the back of my throat with a wet smack. I was supposed to be in  charge here, but there was no taking complete control of a man like  Austin, not when he loved me so hard and so well, mind, body and soul.

I smiled, gently gripping the end of his cock in my teeth for a second  just to remind him he was the one who was tied up this time. His hips  stopped moving in that grip, and I considered it a major victory in a  war where everybody would win anyway.

Using my lips again, I pushed down and felt his hard slippery rod touch  against the back of my throat. I put as much pressure on as I could,  trying to get that thickness down.

Austin groaned in low satisfaction, but I couldn't get it in, the angles  were simply not working without the help of my hands. I pulled back a  bit and then crawled my lower body around, keeping my mouth on his cock  until I was facing the other way and straddling my husband in a  sixty-nine position.

My pleated skirt shrouded most of Austin's head and my panty-clad pussy  was right above his face. I could feel his stubble, then his nose and  lips, nuzzling at each thigh, slowly working his way to the edge of my  panties to test the strength and dexterity of his tongue like some  carnival side-show where my pussy was the prize.

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.