In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Seven - Chapters 103-106 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Seven - Chapters 103-106

... him. He should let her sleep, but she looked so sexy, with tousled red hair and dreamy eyes.

“I was dozing on and off while I waited for my husband to come to bed. What were you up to? I know Dad and Addie went to bed a while ago.”

“How do you know that?”

“Addie isn’t the quietest during sex. I now know that your large endowment is genetically inherited.”

Mac frowned and tilted his head, clearly puzzled.

Grace laughed. “She screamed out that he should fuck her with his big, thick prick.”

Mac felt instantly mortified. “You were listening to them have sex?”

“I surely wasn’t trying to. But I imagine Addie isn’t used to being quiet since it’s usually just the two of them.”

“Great, now I have the vision of them fucking in my head.”

“I know a way to fix that,” Grace whispered seductively.

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him— softly at first, then with so much passion, Mac felt the ache of desire in his loins.

“I thought you were tired,” he teased.

“I was. I slept a little. And now I’m awake and naked, wondering why your hands aren’t all over me.”

“I just worry that you’re not getting enough rest. I was rather oblivious all week at how tired you were while working such long hours, and I don’t…”

Grace interrupted him with another lusty kiss. “You talk too much. If I promise to sleep in a little tomorrow, will you fuck me tonight?”

Mac laughed. “I guess it’s my husbandly duty to make sure my wife gets what ...

... she needs.”

“Precisely! Now, give me what I need!” she demanded.

“Shhh, you’ll wake the baby!”

“There are better ways to make me be quiet,” she responded playfully.

Mac grinned as Grace inched down the bed to take his stiff shaft in her mouth. Her manicured fingers fondled his balls as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. Slowly, she worked him into her eager throat and held him captive there.

“Oh, holy hell, Grace! You’re driving me mad with your wicked skills. Fuck! God, baby!”

Grace merely moaned and continued the decadent cock worship, each thrust producing erotic, obscene noises from her throat and bringing Mac closer to the brink.

“Babe, if you want me to fuck you, you need to ease up. Otherwise, I’m gonna cum down your slutty little throat. Not that I mind, but I don’t want to keep you up all night having sex.” He laughed and added, “Well, I do, but I also want you to get enough rest… oh, fuck!”

Grace released him, batted her eyelashes seductively, and said, “Fuck me!”

Mac’s balls ached with need; he hoped Grace was sufficiently aroused so he could make her cum before he shot his load. She had worked him up into a frenzy.

He needn’t have worried. As soon as he slipped between her swollen labia and entered into her wet heat, he felt her body succumb to him. He wasted no time teasing her; she made it clear what she needed, and he needed it, too. Still, he tempered the pace to prolong the enjoyment for as long as possible. It felt so ...