I reached down and grabbed his hair, pressing my breasts together, pushing his mouth harder against my pussy. I could feel it building.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “Fucking come for me, you dirty girl, my dirty fucking wife.”
“Oh shit, Ford,” I moaned. “Oh my god. Keep eating my pussy. Keep licking me. Keep going.”
He licked and worked my clit with a renewed passion, his fingers fucking me, working my pussy. I ground my hips up against his face, desperate for it, starving for it.
“Ford,” I breathed, moaning. “Ford, oh fuck, Ford.”
“Come for me,” he commanded. “I want to taste it. Come for me, wife.”
And I did. I felt it wash over me, starting in my clit and rolling out in waves, causing my whole body to twitch, convulse. Every muscle tensed and contracted as my mind went completely blank, empty. There was only the orgasm washing over me as Ford fucked my pussy with his fingers, sucked my clit with his lips.
Slowly, it passed over, and Ford stepped back from me, grinning hugely. I lay there on the table, looking down at him, panting and still high on the orgasm.
He slowly began to unbuckle his belt. “That was just the start,” he said.
“How can there be more?”
He laughed wickedly, tossing the belt aside, and slipped off his pants. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a condom.
“Come here,” he commanded.
I climbed down off the table.
“Kneel,” he said.
I knelt down, looking up at him, my whole body pulsing.
I reached up and pulled down his boxer briefs. His thick, full cock was hard as hell as I grabbed its base and slowly began to stroke him.
“I want to see you suck that cock,” he said. “Fuck, I want to see it down your fucking throat.”
“Like this?” I asked, and I slowly licked him root to tip.
He grunted. “Fuck yes, girl. Take that big cock in your pretty mouth. Suck it like you never sucked anything before.”
I slowly took his tip between my lips and began to suck him up and down. He was big, bigger than I’d ever had before, and I loved the taste of his pre-cum and the way he groaned his pleasure.
“Go ahead. Suck that cock,” he said. “Don’t be fucking shy. Make it messy. Suck it hard.”
I began to suck him hard, working him, using my hand to trace the spit along his shaft.
“Fuck yes,” he said. “Look up at me.”
I looked at him, stroking his cock.
“God. You’re so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
I began to suck him again, looking up at him. He stared down at me, his eyes hungry as hell. I loved the feeling of his hard dick between my lips, loved sucking him, making him feel good. He pressed my face down harder, pushing more of his thick cock into my throat, and I let him. I took all of him, putting my hands on his hips as he slowly thrust his cock between my lips.
I loved how strong he was, how he took control and told me exactly what he wanted. I sucked him harder, pushing back, working him with my hand and my lips.
“God damn that feels good,” he grunted. “I’ve been wanting you to suck this cock for a long time.”
I kept working him, tasting him, sucking his thick cock. For some reason I didn’t feel shy around him, didn’t feel reserved like I had in the past. I wanted to lose myself, to give him what he wanted. I let myself suck his cock, let myself be messy and free as I worked my spit along his shaft.
Finally, he stepped back, pulling me to my feet.
“Fuck I need that pussy,” he said. “Tell me you want this cock deep inside you.”
“Please,” I said.
He grabbed me and dragged me over to the couch, sitting down. He ripped open the condom he had in his hand and rolled it down over his cock.
“Get on,” he said.
I straddled his hips, looking him in the eyes. He took my ass and slowly lowered me down while thrusting up, pushing himself inside me.
I let out a gasp, throwing my head back. The pleasurable pain of his big cock rushed through me as he began to kiss my breasts, my neck.
“Oh shit,” he said. “You’re fucking tight as hell.”
“My god,” I said. “I don’t know how you even fit.”
He grinned. “Fuck, girl, this is just the start of it. Now ride this fucking cock.”
I began to slowly move my hips up, riding up and down, sliding along his cock. He slapped my ass, grinning.
“Don’t be fucking shy,” he said. “Ride that cock like I know you want it.”
I began to move my hips a little faster, savoring the sweet pain of him, loving the pleasure that flooded through me as he kissed my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, as I continued to work him, moving my ass, my hips, my back.