A sweet gift for my husband – 01

I let the robe fall from my shoulders and raising my arms above my head, did a slow spin for him, letting him take in my ass with just the thin strip of pink floss between my cheeks. When I turned back to him, the look of naked lust in his dark eyes caused my clit to begin to ache for release.

“That…is one hell of a gift.”

“Yeah? Not so bad after all these years?”

“Better and better.” He said softly, and then pointing at the bed said, “Now come get what you know you need slut.”

A shiver went through me as he instinctively knew how I wanted it, then again he always did. I walked up to the opposite side of the bed and said, “How about you come over here?”

He looked confused. “Why does it matter?”

I rolled my eyes, “Really? After all this time?”

“Oh.” he smiled, “I get it.”

“You’re not going to if you don’t get your ass over here.”

Brad walked around the bed and my heart began to pound in anticipation when he stood in front of me. Placing his large calloused hands on my hips, he looked down at me, “Take your bra off.”

“Hold on, baby.” I placed my finger to his lips and shivered when he gave it a soft kiss. “How about a drink first?”

“Okay.” He sighed, “If I must indulge your sweet side.”

“Only for a minute, because trust me I am not in a sweet mood.” I Picked up the two glasses of wine and handed him one, “But the roses do make me feel I owe my sweet husband a toast!”

We clicked our glasses. “To my sweet husband,” I smiled. “And lusty lover.”

We downed the wine in several long swallows and taking his glass I placed them on the table. Before I had even turned back around he repeated.

“Now take your bra off and show me your tits.”

“Show me your tits?” I mocked, “What are you twelve? I…ow!”

I yelped as Brad pinched my nipples through the bra.

“I said take the fucking bra off, slut!” he demanded.

The pain in my nipples and the commanding tone of his voice sent a wave of heat through me. This is what I had waited for all day.

“Please don’t be so mean, Brad.” I pouted “It’s Valentine’s Day! Be sweet to me!”

“Whore’s don’t get treated sweet, they get treated like the pigs they are!” He emphasized his point by reaching behind me and grabbing my wet hair, yanking my head back.

I moaned at the sharp pain in my scalp, then cried out in surprise and pleasure when grabbing my bra between the cups he yanked hard, ripping it in half. I looked down at my now exposed tits. My pink nipples were hard and already looked puffy from the pinch.

“Is that how you show them to me?”

“No sir.”

Cupping my tits, I lifted them, presenting them while I looked up demurely through my eye lashes.

“Play with them.”

“Yes sir.”

I began caressing my nipples with my thumbs and asked, “May I take your shirt off?”

“No, I’ll do it.” He smirked.

I thought about taking over and getting the pleasure of removing his shirt, but held back. He could be in charge; for now. Releasing my hair, Brad peeled his shirt off and my mouth began to water at the sight of his powerful chest and rock hard stomach. Tossing the shirt aside he placed took my nipples between his fingertips and I braced myself. Instead he began rolling them gently and I shuddered beneath his touch.

My tits heaved in my hands as my breath quickened and I was beginning to rock from side to side, squirming with desire as I had been at my desk during the day.

“You like my tits, baby?”

“Little small, but they’ll do.”

Even though he was trying to keep the game up I could feel his fingers trembling as he held back.

“Sorry they’re so small. Maybe I’ll take them away.”

I made to pull back and cried out when this time the pinch ended in a hard twist. Releasing them he flicked his wrist and caught both my throbbing nipples with a sharp back handed slap.

“You’ve got a lot of mouth for a filthy pig.” He snarled at me, “I think it’s time you used it for the only thing it’s good for.”

Grabbing my shoulders he tried to force me to my knees, but keeping my legs straight, I fought him and gave him a thrill, by begging, “Oh please Brad! Please don’t make me! I…I’ll be a good wife from now on, I will.”

“The hell you will!” He caught my hair again and pulled it back and placed his face inches from mine. “You’re not a good wife; you’re a dirty fucking whore!”

Brad pushed my shoulder causing me to turn to the side and lose my balance. Still holding my hair, he yanked it downward sending me staggering to the other side. Sticking his leg out, he tripped me. As I fell he gave my hair another yank, and then let it go. With a cry of pain, I spun around and fell on my ass hard against the bed. I sat there with my eyes watering from the fiery pain in my scalp and my pussy dripping from the same.

Brad stepped up between my outstretched legs and I found myself staring at his bulging crotch. I reached for his zipper and yelped when he slapped my hand away.

“You wait until I give it to you.”

I whimpered and not all for his benefit. I’d been tasting that cock all day. I forced myself to be patient and go along with the game. After all, me being taken like a whore was hubby’s favorite. Or was it mine? Who cared at this point? All that mattered was Brad fingers unsnapping his jeans and slowly pulling his zipper down.

“Open my jeans.”

I eagerly grabbed the sides of his pants and when I pulled them apart, smiled. He wasn’t wearing underwear, God how I loved that look! I ran my fingers through his pubic hair and then slid my hand in to pull out my prize. I had just wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft when he slapped my arm away again.

“Did I tell you to take it out?”

“But I want it!” I pouted.

Knowing I was playing into his game I reached for his jeans again and this time he caught both my wrists in his hands. Yanking my arms over my head, Brad gathered both my slender wrists in one large hand. He squeezed them tightly and I whimpered as they were pressed tightly together.

He reached into his jeans and with teasing slowness withdrew his cock. Like the rest of him, Brad cock was nothing short of perfect. Long, thick and as always, hard for his favorite slut. The head was swollen purple telling me he’d been hard ever since he’d entered the room and probably before. There was precum oozing from the slit and I licked my lips already tasting it.

Holding it at the base, Brad lowered his cock to my mouth and opening wide I darted forward, trying to catch it between my yearning lips. With a laugh he pulled it away and gave my wrists a tug causing me to moan at the pain in my shoulders. Letting his cock go, he gave each of my nipples a hard flick with his finger.

“Don’t move.” He said softly, his dark eyes gleaming, “Just open your mouth and wait for it.”

Looking into his eyes, I opened wide and stuck my tongue out. Holding his cock just over my tongue he squeezed it. His pre cum dripped onto my tongue and I wanted nothing more than to swallow it, but remained still.

“Go ahead.”

I gratefully obeyed him and swallowed, savoring the salty taste and the sensation of the thick sticky fluid sliding down my throat.

“Again.”

I offered my tongue once more and this time he began slapping his hard cock against it. I moaned in frustration as he teased me with what I’d craved all day. He shoved the head into my mouth and I managed to continue to play along and not take him between my lips and start sucking.

“Good girl.”

Brad started thrusting his hips, sliding his cock across my tongue and into my wide open mouth. My body was trembling as I resisted the temptation and smiling down at me he pulled his cock from my mouth and whipped it across my face.

“Like that, slut? Like that big dick in your face?”

“I do!” I whined then cried out as he slapped his thick cock into my cheek hard enough to hurt. “Oh, I want it!”

“You want this cock?” He asked continuing to assault my face with it by slapping one cheek then the other. “That makes you a fucking whore doesn’t it?”

“I’m your whore,” I breathed, then with a wink added, “Only your whore.”

“Beg for it.” He smirked.

Oh, he was starting to push his luck, but this game wasn’t just for him and I kept playing along.

“Oh, please, Brad! Please let me have that big fucking cock! It’s my favorite cock!”

“You fucking pig.” He sighed, then with no hesitation released my hands, grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep into my mouth.

I’d been fully expecting him, but squealed for his benefit and widened my blue eyes. I only had half his length in my mouth, but still had to open wider to fit him. Brad gave me a couple of slow pumps and, unable to help it, moaned when I wrapped my lips tightly around him and pressed my soft tongue to the underside of his shaft. He grabbed two handfuls of my hair and wrapped them around his hands until I yelped in pain around his throbbing cock.

He withdrew until just the tip was in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. I was rewarded with both a nice squirt of his delicious precum and a cry of pleasure. I winked at him and he frowned, knowing I’d just scored a point for making him lose control. Oh, how I loved this game!”

Holding my head by my hair, he whispered, “You want it? Then take it!”

He plowed forward, burying his entire length in my mouth. I gagged around his hard flesh and felt spit drooling down my chin. My eyes were starting to water and putting my hands on his hips I pushed against him. I couldn’t move him and as our eyes locked he smiled, “Lick my balls, slut.”

I worked my tongue out and wiggled it across his sweaty balls. He began to breathe heavily and I could feel his cock trembling in my mouth as he fought for the control I’d already shown. I whimpered for effect as I bathed his balls with my tongue and felt my thong sticking to my dripping pussy as I imagined how I looked. On the floor, pinned against the bed with a huge cock buried in my face, I felt like the slut he was treating me like and loved every minute of it.

A sweet gift for my husband – 01 will continue in the next page.