Page 57 of Everything After (Everything Trilogy)

LILY

“Open those goddamn legs and show me,” Alfie muttered, seconds after he’d stripped us both naked.

“Show you?” I asked while I perched up on my elbows. I lifted a brow in question as I stared down at his head nestled between my thighs.

He parted my legs and lifted them over his shoulders.

“Would you look at that,” he suggested, flashing me a wicked grin.

With his head inches from my core, he spread the lips of my sex wide with his fingers.

“This is the prettiest pussy in the world, and it’s all mine,” he stated in a possessive tone.

“Tell me it’s mine,” he insisted, glancing up at me with serious, lust-filled eyes.

“It’s yours,” I said with a warm smile.

“You know when I see this… hear you say that—I can’t even voice the dirty thoughts that swirl inside my head,” he admitted.

It was something he’d heard thousands of times by now, but it still brought a satisfied smile to his lips.

His eyes shifted from my face back to between my legs and became studious once again.

Swirling one finger lightly, he spread my slick arousal over my clit and ran his finger from front to back.

“So pretty,” he mumbled to himself again.

“Oh, God,” I breathed when my body started to tremble in anticipation of what was to come.

Bending his head, Alfie pressed his nose to my core and took a long deep inhale. “Fuck,” he breathed in his deep husky tone that sent a thrill through my body. “The scent of your cunt drives me insane.”

My empty core pulsed at the sound of Alfie’s dirty words, sending another thrill through me and a fresh burst of arousal to leak onto his tongue when he tentatively tickled my entrance.

“Mm, wife, you taste so delicious. Look how responsive you are,” he mumbled before the second sweep of his tongue was far more deliberate.

“I am,” I agreed, weaving my fingers into his hair and tugged it to pull him closer.

“Baby, you’re not taking charge.” He called a halt to what he was doing with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I wasn’t. I was just—ahh,” I gasped when two fingers unexpectedly stretched me as they entered, curled upward in a come-hither motion on that little rough spot that always made me fall apart.

“As you were saying,” he teased while he looked up through those long dark lashes of his. However, before I could argue, he sucked my clit into his mouth and began sucking rhythmically on it.

“Holy shit,” tore from my lips. The tone of my voice sounded shaky as the words died on my lips. I became lost in the feel of my man beneath my thighs and my brain quickly went into a meltdown.

It had only taken seconds for me to fall over the edge and my release was so violent in nature that my butt bucked right up off the bed. Suddenly, it all felt like too much and I frantically ripped at his hair in desperation to make him stop.

My clit left Alfie’s lips with a pop at the same time as he slowly removed his fingers. Resting his hands on my hips he held me back down on the bed. “That was fast. I didn’t expect that,” he said in a low, gruff tone.

“Me neither,” I agreed. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I immediately felt washed out. That was until he shuffled up the bed, climbed above me, flipped me over and sat me in reverse onto his chest.

“You smell incredible,” he mumbled while he took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. With his thumb over mine he stroked over his apadravya. “Still like this, baby?” he asked, then hissed when I shook his hand off and began to play with it on my own.

“I do. I’ll admit I was afraid of it at first, but you won me over the first time it hit my G-spot.”

Alfie laughed, placed his hand over mine again and pumped his hand up and down, setting a pace for me. “This never gets old,” he muttered more to himself than me. “I want you to suck me off, but I think I need to be inside you more,” he confessed.

Sliding off his body, I knelt in a sixty-nine position and took his cock in my mouth. “Fuuuuck,” he said, drawing the word out. He slapped my ass. “You have no idea how that feels,” he mumbled when I sucked and toyed with his APA in my mouth.

Bobbing my head, I had just struck up a decent rhythm when he reached down, scooped my wild hair in his hand and pulled my head away.

“Up here,” he said, slapping his thighs. “Climb on, baby.”

Shifting position, I did as he asked and straddled his body.

Alfie aimed his cock at my entrance and slowly lowered me down.

“Since you’re pregnant, I’m leaving it up to you to tell me if I get too rough or adventurous whenever we fuck.

I’m not one of these guys that is afraid to fuck his wife because she’s carrying a baby, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you both, because I do. ”

For a good solid minute, Alfie held me by my hips and rocked me back and forth.

The friction of my clit against his hard pubic bone almost made me come again.

“Feel that?” he asked, even though he’d likely witnessed my eyes rolling back in my head.

“I love fucking you, baby. Feel how we fit so well? God, you’re so damn hot,” he babbled as his pace shifted from slow undulations to hot, carnal fucking.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as he thrust harder, his APA hitting my G-spot again.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“I want whatever you want,” I replied, no longer caring what he did to me because everything felt so good.

“I want you to come, scream my name and tell me you’ll never leave me.”

“Alfie Black, you’re my life, no matter what you think. I never want you to feel insecure again because I am going nowhere.” No sooner were the words out of my mouth than Alfie flipped me onto my back, spread my legs wider again and rode me so hard I fell apart, screaming his name.