“Merrick! Please!!” she begged. “I need to come!”
“Have you learned your lesson, kitten?”
She hesitated, and I growled, “If you aren’t one-hundred-percent honest with me, Audrey, I’m going to spend all night loving on your body, coming on you, in you, and I won’t let you climax once.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“Now we both know that’s not true,” I drawled.
“Fine! I learned my lesson. No more keeping things from you.”
“Good girl,” I praised. But I hadn’t finished yet. Her ass was pink, but it wasn’t red enough that I knew she’d be smarting every time she sat for a few days.
“I’m going to let you come as soon as I’ve finished your punishment, kitten,” I murmured. By the time I was satisfied with the shade of her ass cheeks, Audrey was out of her mind with need. Her pussy was flooded, and it ran down her thighs. Her breathing was choppy, and her skin damp from sweat.
I cupped her sex and shoved my middle finger into her hole. She clamped down on it, and I marveled that even after all these years, she was virgin tight. Fucking my wife was as close to heaven as I would ever get.
I’d intended to finger her to orgasm before taking her on my cock, but I was about ready to blow. Moving on my knees until I was close enough for my dick to slide between her legs, I coated it with her juices. Then I slowly pushed inside her, groaning at the way she was practically strangling my long, thick cock. “Fuck, yeah,” I grunted. “You feel so good, kitten.”
I glided my palms up her torso and around to cup her tits as I slid in deeper and deeper. “Merrick,” she moaned, bowing her back so my hands were spilling over with her tits, and wiggling her ass in an attempt to drive me out of my mind, so I would lose control.
“Knock it off, Audrey,” I commanded. She whined but stopped pushing her ass into my groin. I rewarded her by twisting and plucking her nipples while I seated myself fully inside her.
I loved the way her pussy clenched around my cock whenever I pinched a hard peak.
“Please, Merrick,” she begged softly.
That was always my undoing.
I fucked her hard and fast until we were both shouting with release. Then I flipped her onto her back to do it all over again.
The next day, when we sat down to breakfast, she winced as she climbed onto one of the tall chairs at the bar.
I smirked, and she glared at me.
“You earned it, Audrey,” I said as I turned to the stove to scramble our eggs.
She huffed but didn’t deny it.
When I set a plate of food in front of her, she muttered, “If you like seeing your handprint on my ass so much, why don’t I just have it tattooed there? Then it would only sting once.”
I laughed, having heard this many times over the years. “Because I’d have to kill whoever had their eyes and hands on my wife’s body. And I promised to be done with that life.”
She grumbled good-naturedly until she shifted and winced again.
“Stop smirking!”
I sat down next to her and moved her onto my lap. “I love you more than anything, Audrey Ashford,” I mumbled as I buried my face into the crook of her neck.
She sighed and melted into me. “I love you too, sailor. Forever.”