“Good girl.” Ken steadied her as he sat in his chair, content to let her do all the work now. Lana knelt between his legs and pleasured him. His tip was thick in her throat, but not as thick as the rest of him filling her mouth and begging to take it in a few quick strokes. She kept him at bay by wrapping her hand firmly around his base. “You’re amazing, Lana.”
I’m amazing… Lana pulled off him, looking up into his soft eyes while he twisted her hair around his hand and gave it gentle tugs. “Thank you, sir.”
She stroked him, sometimes quickly, sometimes sensually, her body craving his the more she knelt down there and wished he would fuck her. I’ll make you feel amazing… She sucked his tip, looking at him adoringly, his grunts of approval all Lana needed to feel her body ache, ache in ways it hadn’t ached for her husband in so long.
“Is this what you want?” She didn’t mean to sound so eager, and yet that’s how it came out when she took a few moments to speak. “Do you want me on my knees doing this?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“No need to sound so innocent, Bunny. I know for a fact that you’re anything but.”
That’s right. Lana was one of the least innocent women she knew. Not always because of Ken… but he was the one who constantly reminded her now. “I’m not, sir.” She felt not a drop of shame kneeling there, holding her husband’s cock in her hand as she brushed her thumb across the tip. “I’m not innocent at all.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be innocent. I would much rather have my wife be the dirtiest tramp I’ve ever met.”
Every time he calls me that when we’re like this, I get hotter. Lana knew what she was. She knew what she had done in her life and what she wanted to continue to do. She would do it all with Ken – the only man allowed to call her a whore during sex.
“Only for you, sir.” With her eyes still locked on his, Lana sucked his tip again, her lips firm against his skin.
“Thing is, Wife, I believe you when you say that. Because I trust you. Now get up. I need to remind you who I spend my time fucking.”
Lana pulled herself up. Her shirt fell, covering her breasts and stomach, and with one, stern look from her husband she lifted the white cotton again. I’m sorry, Husband. Here are my tits. Better now? Sheesh, she was sometimes too much for her own good.
And so was Ken, who grabbed her, pulled her to him, kissed her throat as if he would suck all the blood from her body, and then shoved her against his desk as she cried in surprise.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
As Lana’s nipples grazed the top of her husband’s desk and her hands braced against the hard wood, Ken pushed the head of his cock into her and made good on his prior promises.
She was maybe half ready. For Lana, that meant a quick, jarring moment of pain and then intense pleasure that nearly took her by storm.
“Oh my God!” she shrieked, the friction shocking her. What shocked her more, however, was how Ken knew to enter her tightness without meeting too much resistance. Only a man who had taken the time over the past decade to learn her body would know how to do that. “Ken!”
The miraculous thing – all right, so not miraculous, but damn crazy – was how quickly she became wet enough to take more of this. More! Lana had a brief moment of concern that sex with her husband would be nothing but discomfort and pain. And then he pulled out long enough to let her get wet… and then it felt like nothing but the greatest thing she could possibly do with the man she married.
“Take it, Lana.” His hands gripped her shoulders, keeping her immobile as he roughly thrust into her, forcing her to stretch open and accept every inch of him. Lana held her surprise in, forming a soundless, wordless scream as her mouth contorted into something she would never recognize. As the desk stimulated her nipples, all she could think about was her strong, passionate husband proving to her how he still desired her. “Take me and tell me what you are.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpered, her entire body shaking. “I’m yours, Mr. Andrews.”