Fuck me.
I lift my hands to unbutton my shirt half-way. I’ve learned my wife loves to feel my skin when I’m inside her and I won’t deny her that, but she will learn a lesson first and foremost.
Removing my belt next, I fold it in my hand and step up to my woman. I won’t hurt her with it, but this will have to do since I’d yet to buy a paddle to spank her with.
“You are to count out each time the belt touches you.” I rub the leather against her ass wanting her to feel what I would be punishing her with.
I bring the belt back only to use enough force to cause a sting but not hurt Bridget when the belt touches her skin.
Bridget yelps on impact and her ass lifts further in the air.
“I didn’t hear you count,” I state, using my free hand to rub over where the belt got her.
“One,” she murmurs.
“Good girl. Now make sure to count each one,” I growl and begin a rhythm that has my woman panting by the time I finish.
Tossing my belt to the side, I run my hand along her now beautifully bright ass, down between her cheeks, and cup her weeping sex. I groan in approval at finding her saturated.
I pull my hand away from her, step over to the couch, and sit.
“Come here, sweetness,” I command her as I open my pants up and pull my steel-like dick out from behind its confines.
Bridget turns and faces me. It takes everything in me not to simply bring her over here, lay her down, and fuck her brains out. But I have other plans.
“I want you on your knees, Bridget, and your mouth wrapped around me,” I state when she stops between my open legs.
Bridget’s eyes glimmer with lust as she does exactly what I say. I’ve had her mouth wrapped around my dick several times, but those times I’ve allowed her to explore and learn how to please me. This time though, I intend to fuck her mouth.
Bobbing her head up and down, my wife, the little minx, does something she hadn’t done before, takes me deep into her mouth. I’m surprised by this and groan in pleasure at how good her mouth feels right now. I reach out and wrap my fingers through her hair. Knowing she can take me all the way, I control her movements. I keep a steady rhythm and hit the back of her throat.
When my balls begin to tighten, I pull her mouth off and lift her off the floor. Within seconds I have her straddled over me and her slick pussy incasing my dick.
Bridget moans as I guide her down all the way. Her hands come to my chest where I knew she’d place them.
“Dean,” she pants as I hold her still with me deep inside her.
“You going to do that again?” I ask.
“Hmm,” she croons, her lips parted slightly and her eyes shimmering with need for me to fuck her.
“Answer me, Bridget. You going to get on stage and show others what belongs to me?” I demand.
“No, I wouldn’t do that,” she says breathlessly.
“You going to do it for me in private?” I ask.
“You can guarantee I will.” She smiles sweetly.
Shit. How did I get so lucky to have her?
Releasing her hips, I reach up and tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her mouth down to mine where I seal her lips to mine and flip us until her back is on the couch. In this position, I slam into her pussy allowing my control to snap when she tightens. The orgasm overtaking her sends me over the edge and I fuck her with jerky, fast strokes. Taking her deep and filling her completely as my orgasm hits me.
I break our kiss in order to look down at her and realize she’d given me something I’ve needed and for that I couldn’t love her more. She gave me the chance to fuck her without control. And I took it.
She took everything I gave her.
Now it’s time for me to give her what she needs. Tenderness, love, and care.
I need to show her this just as much as I needed the release of the tension I’d been building up within myself.
I pull out of my wife with a groan at the same time she whimpers in protest.
“Come on, mo chuisle, let’s get you out of here and home where I intend to show you how much I love you,” I murmur and pull her up with me as I stand.
“You love me?” she asks with wide eyes.
“Yes, sweetness, I do. More than anything,” I say tenderly.
Tears well in her eyes, and she wraps her naked body to my front. “I love you so much, Dean, so very much.”
And fuck if hearing those words doesn’t make me want to take her again here and now. But I need to get her home where I can consume her. To embrace in what she has given me.
Chapter 20
Bridget
Dean loves me.
He said it.
I knew I loved him. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get on the stage the way I did. I would have simply been selfish and not done anything to help him get what he needed. But it’s not in me to be that way. Not where he’s concerned.
Dean removes his shirt and wraps it around my body and does up his pants. Once I’ve got the shirt in place with the buttons done up, for the most part, he lifts me into his arms and carries me out the back to his car.
I’ve yet to learn how to drive here in the States. Honestly, it scares me. I prefer to ride next to him instead. I didn’t even drive in Ireland, though I did learn.
He sits me down in the car and leans over me to fasten my seatbelt. Soon as I’m secure, Dean then places a chaste kiss against my lips and
