I’ve said it before, but you could set a watch by my Hank. As I snuggled back against him, my husband’s ten-inch alarm lodged in between my cheeks. Hungry for it, I wiggled my ass against his thick shaft. His throbbing cock was leaking precum, moistening my smooth crack and my sensitive pink hole. I snaked down his body under the covers and he muttered my name in his slumber. “Austin.”

With my head disappearing under the comforter, I couldn’t help but smile. Hearing the man you love call your name in his sleep was an incredible feeling and not to mention an extremely romantic form of validation. As I moved between his legs, I took his prick into my hand before closing my lips around the head. Above the sheet, Hank moaned.

My tongue flicked around the bulbous crown. As the musky scent of his sex filled my nostrils, I lapped under Hank’s foreskin, tasting his salty precum. Hank mumbled my name again, and his hands found the back of my head. His thick, calloused fingers laced through my hair.

I swallowed his cock to the root and he gasped. “Oh, yeah, sweet boy,” his husky voice was full of his growing need, “suck your man’s cock!” Thrusting his hips, he rammed his prick in and out of my mouth. “Show your man how much you love his meat!” he grumbled.

Relaxing his grip in my hair, I bobbed up and down on his cock, slurping and sucking. Naturally, I was hard, but I wasn’t worried about my dick. I liked Hank to cum at least once or twice before I got off. He was the man, and I was his boy, so I always strove to take care of husband’s needs first.

Pulling the covers off, Hank continued to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth until his prick started to swell with his impending release.

“No!” He slowed. “I wanna fuck you and shoot my load in your hole!” He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Get up on your hands and knees!”

Doing as I was told, I shifted onto all fours and Hank moved in behind me. Spreading my ass cheeks with his large hands, Hank dove into my ass with his tongue.

“Ohhhh, Sir!” I moaned as he teased my ring. My hole was still sore from the night before when Hank had tied me to our bed and fucked me three times, but I always wanted more. I could feel the coarse hair of his scruff igniting the skin around my entry. “Eat my pussy, Daddy!” I screamed out.

In between tongue-stabs against my wet ring, Hank growled. “Gonna get your hole wet for Daddy’s cock!”

“Yes!” I exclaimed as his tongue worked deeper into my wanton ass.

“You taste so good,” he grumbled. “I could feast on your hole all day and night, baby!”

“I love you, Sir!” I gasped as his tongue seemed to reach new depths inside my clenching entry.