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Emmett

I stared at the reflection of my wife's parted lips in the mirror. Rubbing her ass cheek, my attention left the intriguing lips to meet her gaze. I maintained eye contact as I lifted my hand and brought it down on harder, smiling when she hissed. Her eyes flared briefly with sting my smack left behind. "How hard do you like it, Bella?"

"How hard can you make it," she wanted to know, her back arching as if she were searching for more.

Obliging the tilt of her hips, I retracted my hand and left another smarting welt to her backside. My cock jerked with want upon the impact, leaving me gritting my teeth at the thought of pushing deep into her tight, wet pussy. "Unbutton your slacks, she-devil."

Bella didn't need any further prompting, her fingers working the clasp. Even before she attempted to push them down her hips, I grabbed the waistband and slipped them down her ass. Despite my new wife's reputation for being stealth on the street, the lace boy shorts hugged her hips perfectly, enhancing the twin globes lifted in my direction. Without hesitation, I cupped her hot flesh, letting my finger slide down the seam of her pussy, grinning as I felt her readiness through the material. "Pussy is wet. Greedy little monster, huh?"

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yanked her head back, causing her ass to lift as I withdrew my hand. The sound of bare flesh connecting with naked flesh resonated throughout the room, vibrating in my ears. Her cry of pleasure-pain had me growling with rampant lust. Considering the dark lighting in the room, I could barely make out the print of my hand on her ass. I pulled her head back until she met my gaze. "Tell me it's my pussy."

Bella gulped a breath, and with a stubborn tilt of her chin, she whispered, "It's my pussy."

"Smart-ass," I rumbled, dropping her hair to pull hard on her jacket. Once I stripped her of the burden, I yanked impatiently at her shirt. "Take it off before I rip it in two."

To my surprise, Bella didn't argue as she shrugged from the silk, leaving her clad in merely her bra. Roughly, I caressed her smooth back, enticed by the velvet of her skin, and I moaned low in my throat. Trailing the bone one vertebrae at a time, my fingers slid down the slope to the hem of her panties. I traced the seam around her waist before dipping lower to cup her mound. When she eagerly bucked back against me, ground out between clenched teeth. "Tell me this pussy is mine, Bella."

Some of the defiance went out of the woman before me, her head dropping on her shoulders as she succumbed to the wild sensations flowing through her. Bella's tormented sigh was music to my ears, her whisper barely audible as she said, "It's yours, fuck. My whole body feels like it's about to snap. Shit, Emmett, just …"

Empowered by the control I exuded, I released the snap on my slacks, letting one hand slip inside to caress my cock. With a groan, I teased my length with a long slow drag as she wiggled her hips impatiently, encouraging my possession. "You want this big cock?" I wanted to know. Feeling drugged with need, I slipped her panties to the side, trailing the tip of my finger over her wet center. I felt like a king when my wife, the iceberg of the MidWest, whimpered. Suddenly I wanted to make her melt … all of her, not just her delicious pussy.

Winding my fingers around her neck, I squeezed gently, instantly noticing her juices drooling from her wet channel. I leaned over her, nipping at her jaw as my fingers played over her core, dipping first one, then two inside, roaring as she clamped around the digits. When her hips bucked against my hand, I roared with satisfaction. "You like it rough, baby? Huh? Want me to fuck you good and hard?"

As I spoke, my hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her air, and a flood of desire coated my thrusting fingers. Now her hips moved of their own accord, the lust I was already experiencing shooting through the roof. Cutting off her oxygen again, my eyes rolled when she whimpered before I released her slender neck. I mapped the lines of her sleek back with a flat palm until I came to the waistband of her panties. The sound of tearing lace seemed louder than the overhead music, fueling the fire blazing in my veins.

The sweet allure of cantaloupe mixed with her fragrant musk of her pussy was tantalizing every cell in my body. "Bend over, woman," I ground out as I shoved my pants down. I fucked my hand as I crouched down behind her, letting my tongue drag over her swollen lips, dipping the tip into her slick opening. Her flavor dissolved on my taste buds, and I became a man starved, lapping and penetrating, growling as my appetite increased to the point of ravenous. An insatiable craving slammed through me, Bella's cries of pleasure inspired me to delve deeper. "Pussy is so fucking good. I could just tie you down and eat you for days. Want me to tie you to my bed? Make a meal out of your pussy?"

"Oh, God," Bella cried as my tongue slipped over her clit. Blindly, she reached behind her, searching until she found my broad shoulder. Her nails dug into the material of my shirt, and I could cuss for failing to remove the hindrance. As much as I loved to inflict a little pain with my pleasure, I relished getting it back.

I ripped the shirt I wore open, spewing buttons across the floor, eager to feel the sharp sting of her nails biting into my shoulders. Shrugging out of the tight material, I fucked her core with my tongue, pushing as deep as I could. "Fuck, wife. You taste like a ripe peach. You are practically dripping with come. Delicious."

"Aaaaah," Bella cried her hand fisting in my hair to drag my mouth where she wanted it. Eagerly, I grantees her wish, delving deeper as I strummed her clit in perfect harmony with my penetration.

Unabashedly, she bucked up into my mouth, searching for the release I was driving her toward. Just before her honeyed depths could clamp around my tongue as she found her ultimate bliss, I climbed to my feet and wound her dark ebony tresses around my hand. Yanking her head back, I flattened my palm against her ass. "Tell me this pussy is mine."

Her shaky breath was nearly as loud as the music popping from the speakers. With a firm jerk, I brought her gaze up to meet mine through the mirror. Leaning close to her ear, I used my free hand to work the zipper and snap holding my slacks in place. "Say the words, wife. Tell me what I want to hear, and all of this is yours."


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