Page 147 of Joey

“I always am around you,” she moans.

I push my fingers deeper into her and she starts to make those sweet little mewling sounds that drive me crazy. “Fuck, you’re gonna taste so good. But not now, baby girl. Later.”

“Max?” she whines.

“I can’t have dessert before dinner,” I taunt, brushing my thumb over her clit until her body bucks against me. “And I want you to sit dripping for me all night. We’re going to watch a movie after dinner, and I’m going to kiss your neck and play with your sweet cunt without getting you off. And you’ll be so fucking wet, because you know that I’m going to eat you so fucking good when I finally take you to bed.”

Her walls squeeze around me, milking my fingers as I rub against her most sensitive spots. “Max, please?” she pleads, grinding herself on my fingers.

“I know,” I soothe, rubbing my nose over the back of her neck. “I’m gonna let you come now though, because you took my belt like such a good fucking girl today.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you now too,” I say in her ear. “Because I’m not going to last the entire fucking night if I don’t. Now take a deep breath.”

She sucks in a breath, and I clamp my hand over her mouth and nose as I work my fingers deeper inside her, rubbing the heel of my palm over her clit. She approaches the precipice, her cunt milking me. Her heart pounds against my bicep as I pull her body closer to mine. Her chest heaves as she struggles for air that I won’t give her, and her skin scorches with heat. She’s so close. I know her body as well as I know my own, and I love the control she allows me to have over her. She is too fucking perfect.

A deep guttural moan ripples through her entire body, and I release my hand, letting her gasp for breath as her climax hits her. She roars like my warrior princess, her body completely overwhelmed by the strength of her orgasm as she trembles and shudders in my arms. Before she can fully recover, I spin her around and impale her on my cock. My tension melts away at the sheer fucking relief of being deep inside her, and my cock pulses in her tight, wet center.

Her head drops onto my shoulder as she goes on panting, and I palm the back of her neck, holding her in place while I rail into her.

“Catch your breath, Joey, because I’m not coming in your pussy, and you’ve already got me close.”

“Okay,” she pants her agreement, sucking in deep breaths like I taught her as I drive my hips upward and pull her down onto me, getting as deep inside her as I can.

“I could fuck you all day every day and still not get enough,” I whisper, my lips against her ear. She shivers at my words and a soft smile tugs at her lips. Her hot breath dances over my skin as she regulates her breathing, readying herself for what I have planned next. “You drive me crazy, baby girl. I love you more than I can ever put into words or even show you, but if I can even make you feel a fraction of it, I’ll be a happy man.”

“You make me feel all of it, Max,” she pants. “All of it. I swear.”

“Yeah?” I rock my hips, rubbing my piercing over her G-spot as I suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth.

“Y-yeah.” She throws her head back, walls rippling as she comes for me again.

My hand still on the back of her neck, I tilt her head so she looks into my eyes. Her cheeks are pink, her lashes wet with tears. “My turn.”

I slip out of her, and she sucks in a lungful of air just before she disappears beneath the bubbles. Her hands wrap around the back of my thighs and her soft lips slide over the tip of my cock, making me groan loudly. She gags when I hit the back of her throat, and it makes my balls churn with the need to fill her.

My knuckles turn white as my grip on the bath tightens. I’m fucking desperate to hold her head down, but I’m about to come and I can’t see her properly. I’m not confident I’ll feel her tap out while I’m blowing my load because this woman makes me nut harder than I ever have in my life.

“Fuck, Joey,” I grunt. My eyes roll back, and every muscle in my body tightens as I come hard down her throat. She sucks and licks me through it, my limbs trembling with the force of my release. Then her soft mouth is gone, and she breaks through the bubbles, gasping for air as she straddles me again.

“That was fucking amazing, baby.”

The smile she gives me in response reminds me what a slut for praise my wife is. She has me wrapped around her little finger and she pushes my buttons constantly, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I fucking love it. But as a man who thrives on control, I enjoy knowing that I can always keep her in line one way or another—if punishment won’t work, praise surely will.

I wrap her in my arms, and she rests her head on my chest while we both catch our breath. Palming one of her ass cheeks, I squeeze gently and she moans. I can’t feel them, but I know my belt marks are there. Later she’ll have my bite marks all over her too. The thought of her covered in me—my marks, my scent, my cum—makes me feral and possessive. She’s lucky I don’t keep her chained to my bed twenty-four seven.

“You think maybe this is what heaven’s like?” she whispers as her fingertips brush up and down my arm.

“Every single second I spend with you is heaven, baby girl.”

She snuggles closer and I feel her smiling against my chest. “I think you might be right.”

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