“Ah, you’re soaked for me.” My groin pulls tight, pressure mounting, as I continue fighting against the tide.

She bites down on her lower lip and nods.

Desperate for a taste, I bring the finger coated in her arousal to my mouth and suck the sweet nectar off.

Eyes wide, her cheeks flush the most delectable shade of red. “That was…”

“Delicious,” I provide when her head lolls back, then grin. She’s lost to any and all rational thought now.

I return my hand to her cunt, this time inserting two fingers and swirling the pad of my thumb over her clit.

“Fuck,” she moans, her walls tightening as I pump the digits in and out with deliberate slowness. “I—I was gonnnnna say…”

“You were gonna say?” I inquire, helping her with her train of thought while sinking to my knees, her loyal subject, ready to worship at her throne.

“Hot.”

“Sorry…” I grip her inner thighs, spreading her lips with my thumbs before burying my face between her legs. “What was that?”

I swipe my tongue along her opening, damn near busting a nut at the taste of her. “Couldn’t hear you with my mouth full,” I garble, flitting the tip lightly back and forth over her clit.

Her scent is an instant shot of dopamine, hardening my cock and heating my blood.

Her hips jerk up from the bed and she pushes into me. “H—h—hot!” she squeals. “Sssso fucking hot.”

“That’s it, sweet girl, ride my face.” I can hardly breathe but can’t think of a better way to go than drowning in her essence, her sweet scent engulfing me, and the sounds of her falling apart resounding in my ears.

“Lyle… I—ohhhh!”

I glance up briefly to draw a breath to find her hands gripping her breasts so hard they’re gaping between her fingers.

“Fuck yeah, Jailbait,” I growl, urging her on. “Tweak those pretty pink nipples.” My voice is pure grit, and my cock swells to full mast, threatening to pop the stitches on these dress pants as I drink my fill. “Just like that,” I encourage when she pinches and tugs, grinding her ass into the mattress as she draws closer to release. “Give me your hand.”

Without hesitation she reaches toward me, and I take her first two fingers and run them along her slit, soaking them in her desire. “Now…” I say, “touch ’em again.” My throat thickens. “Roll ’em around in that liquid gold.”

Her indecision hangs in the air, her hand playing a game of limbo…torn between humility and ecstasy. She’ll soon learn her pleasure will never take a backseat in our bedroom.

“Don’t get shy now, wife,” I urge when embarrassment stalls her vigor. “Never hold back with me,” I growl. “Do whatever feels good. The greatest compliment I could ever receive is your complete surrender.”