“That doesn’t look very fake,” she says quietly.
“Touch it,” I say, my voice already turning gruff and needful. I’ve gotten this far, and I’m not going back this time. I’ve been teased by Honey’s innocent games long enough. It’s time she acts like my real wife, and not like a fake one. I’m tired of playing around. I need to pump my cum inside of her.
Honey bites her puffy bottom lip and reaches her hand out, brushing the tips of her nails against the head of my cock. My balls retract at her touch, aroused and excited by what she could do to them. My body is on high alert, waiting for her next move.
I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. It’s not like I haven’t been intimate with anyone, but this is like my first time all over again. The tension in the room is so thick that I can barely breathe, and the energy between us is like bright white electricity, crackling in the cold air. My skin even has goosebumps.
“It’s really big,” Honey whispers, running the tips of her nails over the head of my cock again.
“Feel it in your hand,” I suggest, pushing out my hips to bring my throbbing cock into the softness of her palm.
She rubs her hand along my shaft, then looks up at me with her sparkling eyes. They’re filled with wonder and curiosity. Her mouth is still open, those perfect lips parted and waiting for me to kiss her. I wonder what she looks like when she’s cumming. I’m determined to find out.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” I say, tilting my head back and closing my eyes as she pulls at the soft skin of my cock. I’ve never felt anything quite so soft on my penis, and it’s simply wonderful. At this point, I’d even be happy to blow my load all over her sweet hands, but I have more planned. I need to calm the storm that rages inside of me before I go into battle with Bheka. I need to claim my wife once and for all.
“Take your clothes off,” I command, standing over her as she tugs on my cock.
She doesn’t hesitate. She uses one hand to pull her clothes from her body and attempts to leave the other one on my cock, as though she couldn’t think of a worse thing than to let go of it. I can’t think of a worse thing either.
I watch her closely as she reveals her body to me, scanning every inch of her delightful curves. There isn’t a single freckle or hair out of place. It’s like she was designed specifically to turn me on in a thousand different ways. She could be a groggy, tired mess, and I would still be totally obsessed with her.
I didn’t think my cock could get more erect, but blood rushes to the tip of it, pumping it up like a balloon, ready to explode at her touch. I want to last long enough to give her pleasure, but with the way she’s moving in front of me, I don’t think that will be possible. I have a solution, however. I always have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Honey stands in front of me, perky and proud of her nudity, and with her hand still clasped around my penis. She smiles, her grey eyes twinkling with excitement and a hint of fear. I know she’s overwhelmed, but I’m going to make this a night she never forgets. For many women, their first time is an utter disappointment. For Honey, it’s going to be perfect, or my name isn’t Carter Calandro.
“Get on the bed,” I order. “Lay down, and spread your legs.”
“Just be gentle,” she says, obeying me and climbing onto the fluffy white sheets.
I watch her supple ass move, revealing her pussy from the back as she crawls onto the bed. It’s like a succulent fruit hidden between two delicious mounds of whipped cream. I’m going to eat her pussy until she’s crying from pleasure. Her brain is going to be fried right out of her pretty head.
Watch out, Honey, ‘cause here I come.
Chapter Nineteen
Honey
I was expecting Carter to climb on top of me and fuck the living daylights out of me, probably causing me more discomfort than pleasure, but I was ready to make it happen just to quell the intense curiosity and arousal burning deep in my belly. However, I’m met with a pleasant surprise as he begins with his mouth, unashamed to spit slippery saliva onto my pussy and taste what I have to offer him without hesitation.
I’m embarrassed that he’s doing something so intimate, but that feeling is quickly replaced by an urgent tingling on my clit as he flicks his tongue across it. He writes in cursive on my pussy, telling it secrets that I’ve never known. The heat rises within me, burning hot and needful between my legs as Carter puts in the work to make me climax. I’m amazed by his skill and overwhelmed by the pleasure that washes through me from the way he moves his tongue. I didn’t even think such a thing was possible until now.
I clamp my mouth shut, pressing my lips together so tightly that the muscles in my face hurt. I’m trying to keep the cries and moans inside of me because I know how thin the walls of this hotel are, but it’s agonizing not to let them go. With every flick of Carter’s tongue, I’m that much closer to breaking, and it’ll be many years of denied orgasms that burst out when I finally do break.
I run my hand through his dark hair, pressing his face into my pussy and erupting in a cry that’s loud enough to alert anyone within a few rooms of us to what’s going on. I don’t
