Page 153 of The Christmas Trap

Brody

I pry her pussy lips apart like they’re two halves of a peach.

But when I lick up her slit, she tastes so much sweeter.

“Brody,” she groans.

My name from her lips drains the blood to my groin.

My balls turn so hard, it feels like they’re dragging me down. I’m no longer surprised that she has this effect on me. I knew I was a goner the first time I saw her. I tried to resist my feelings for her, while knowing it was futile. And then, as I got to know her. As I saw who she was.

The fiery, sassy woman who could hold her own against me. The woman who put her trust in me. The woman who drew out the protective part of me in a way no other submissive ever did. I want to take care of her. Shield her. Hide her from the world, but I can’t be that selfish with her. Not when she has so much to offer.

But I can ensure that I’ll be by her side. So, when...Ifshe needs my help, I’ll be there for her.

She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted to keep close. The only partner who could satisfy my desires and who could be my successor. She complements me in so many ways. It's a perfect fit. The kind I never dreamed I could have.

And now I know, I can never let her go. My wife. My soulmate.Mine.

I slip two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and curve them, brushing up against her inner walls. Her knees threaten to give way. She grabs at my hair for support. The tug on my scalp lengthens my cock further. Fuck. She’s not the only one who’s going to come quickly, at this rate. I increase the to-and-fro action of my wrist, adding a third finger to stretch her. She shudders, and moans. And a stream of words spills from her lips.

“That feels so good.” She gasps as I lick around her swollen clit, sliding a finger back to play with the velvety eyelet of her forbidden opening.

Her thighs tremble. “I need to come. Please.”

I bite gently on the nub of her clitoris and growl, “Come then. Show me what an obedient slut you are.”

I glance up in time to see the jolt that pistons through her. Then she throws her neck back, and with a low sound, she gives in to the orgasm. Fat drops of cum slide down her inner thigh. I lower my chin, licking them up.

When she sways, I pull her down into my lap and arrange her, so she straddles me. Then I kiss her deeply. I taste her sweetness, mixed with that umami taste that is her cum.

She buries her head in my chest.

Reaching between us, I loosen my belt and lower my zipper and briefs. When my cock juts up, I position her over it.

Then I apply pressure on her shoulders. At the same time, I piston my hips up so I breach her.

She gasps.

A low groan wells up my throat. “You feel incredible, wife.”

She stares at me from under hooded eyelids. Swollen lips, flushedcheeks. Thick strands of hair have fallen from her French twist. I reach up and pull out the pins, so the rest of it rains down around her face.

“You are beautiful.” I reach up and slide my thumb inside her mouth. She sucks on it, and my cock jerks in response.

“I’ll never get enough of you.” I pull my thumb out and use both of my hands to hold up her hips, until I almost slip free. Stopping before I do, I thrust up, lowering her simultaneously, until I’m buried inside her again.

Her mouth opens; a moan escapes her. The agonized expression on her features tells me everything.

“I feel it too.” I squeeze her hips. “I feel all of you. You’re so tight. So hot. So wet. Such a good girl, taking her master’s cock.”

A whimper this time, and she shudders.

“You like it when I praise you, don’t you?” She nods.

“But you love it when I spank you.” I slap the top of her butt.

She throws her head back and pants loudly. “Oh. My. God.”