Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01

... between her lips. I came so hard I was dizzy as the strings of warm semen spurted on her tongue and the back of her throat. Feeling the length of her soaked tongue rub across the tip of my shaft, Marlene swallowed as she forced her lips down me, soaking my entire cock in her saliva.

“Ugh!” I groaned with a final flex.

When Marlene finally released her lips from my cock, a trail of slobber stretched down to her chin that she wiped away with the back of her hand.

“Mmmm…” she hummed with a high-pitched inflection. “You taste as good as you look. Here, darling. Let me make some room for you.”

Marlene leaned back on the bed with her legs spread. The skirt of her dress only covered the top of one of her legs as the slit revealed the perfectly shaved pussy lips. I moved forward, and Marlene scooted backward with a playful smile on her face. Following her onto the bed, I chased after her in a crawl. The married woman giggled as she turned on her hands and knees and tried to crawl to the head of the king-sized bed.

Slipping my hand in the crook of her skinny hips, I grabbed ahold of her, prompting her to release a yelping giggle as I pulled her back to press against my front. My firm, calloused palm rubbed up the front of her body, feeling every ridge and curve she had. Her hard nipples pierced through the thin sheen of her dress. When my hands cupped her breasts and mashed them together in a massage, I heard her coo and moan. Marlene’s tight ass ground sharply against ...

... my crotch.

Sliding my hand around her hips, I left a streak of her pussy juices across her flesh as I shoved her forward roughly.

“Ooo,” Marlene yelped and giggled as her hands caught her fall on the mattress. My palm followed the curve of her ass, and my thumb slipped down the black line of her ass crack, prompting a mischievous hooked smile over her shoulder at me. The tip of my middle finger made several wide circling motions over her slippery lips before plunging inside her.

“Oh! Yes…” she gasped desperately.

With a steady pace, I fingered her pussy with one finger from behind and listened to the high-pitched squeals escape her lips with every thrust. I inserted a second finger, and Marlene collapsed forward, biting the pillow as she moaned into it with her ass in the air. Brushing aside the red fabric of her dress, I watched the thin material slide up her body and nearly over her shoulders as her ass stood tall.

“Ooooo yahh… don’t stop…” Marlene whined. Her beautiful accent touched every note of her moans. “Fuck me… fuck me hard…”

My biceps and pectoral muscles flexed hard as my fingers pounded in and out of her pussy. I felt her juices soak my fingers as much as my hand as I stuffed inside of her. The arch of her back grew until it was shaped like a ‘U’ and her fists balled around the sheets that had been ripped from the bed.

“Ugh! Ah! Yes, yes, yes! Oh gahd! Smack my ass!” she begged.

Slapping my palm on her right cheek hard with a sharp sting. ...