His Nasty Little Pussy

Epilogue –

Three months later.

Bright moonlight spilled over the polished wood of the bedroom floor, the curtains at the open door billowing into the room on the warm night breeze.

“Oh, god, Lucy!” Robert’s voice was low, rough with passion. “Ah…fuck…” his words were lost in incoherent cries as he thrust himself into Lucy’s soft mouth, his fingers wound through her auburn hair. He pulled his hard cock from her mouth, Lucy’s hands instantly flying up to grab his thick shaft, stroking his wet cock, holding the head against her lips, her tongue darting out, teasing the slit at the end.

Still holding his cock, reached up, stroking his balls. With a loud cry, Robert shot a creamy stream over Lucy’s face. She opened her mouth, holding his cock to catch the continuing spurts. Robert’s hips flexed forward, his body jerking as he continued crying out, spraying his hot load into Lucy’s mouth.

Lucy looked up at Robert, still holding his cock, licking the last dribbles from the end. She held his softening cock against her face, rubbing it slowly over her cheek.

“And, sir, was that to your liking?” She looked up at Robert.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“If you’re asking my cock, the answer is the same as mine. Yes. It was very much to my liking.” Robert reached down, pulling Lucy up from the floor, pressing her naked body against his.

“And you’re very much to my liking, Mrs. Swanton. I like seeing you on your knees, with those big eyes looking up at me, the moonlight shining in them. You make me hot and hard and then you take me into your mouth, willingly, and do things I’d never dreamed of. You’ve done things to me no woman ever has.”

Robert kissed her roughly, running his hands down her arms. He broke their kiss, looking down at her, his breath ragged. In one motion, he picked her up, carrying her to the four-poster bed. He placed her down gently, lying beside her.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Mrs. Swanton, starting at the top of your head, working my way down until I reach your toes.”

He bent down, kissing along the edge of her hairline, moving over her face, down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

Sliding down in the bed, he gently cupped her breast, holding it to his lips, kissing the soft skin. Lucy inhaled, arching her back against him. Robert pulled her hard nipple into his mouth, moaning against her skin as he sucked at her. Lucy wound her fingers into his dark hair, holding him tightly to her.

Robert finally broke away, Lucy sighing beneath him. He ran a line of kisses down her stomach, running his tongue briefly around the edge of her navel. She giggled, tugging at his hair, drawing her knees up.

“Robert! Stop. You know I’m ticklish.” Robert looked up from his labors, smiling.

“Sorry, love.” He bent his head, sliding his tongue down past her navel. He pushed Lucy’s legs apart, kissing the inside of each thigh. He gently spread the edge of her pussy, licking and nibbling, working his tongue into her cunt.

“Robert…please.” Lucy was rolling her hips, tugging at Robert’s hair. Robert resisted her urging and continued probing her with his tongue, thrusting it into her over and over. Lucy was squirming beneath his mouth, hands clutching the sheets.

“Robert!” Lucy tried to sit up. “Please, Robert!”

Finally lifting his head, Robert rested his head on his hand.

“Yes, love?” Robert looked up at Lucy. “Can I help you?”

“You devil! You know exactly what I’m asking for. But you keep denying me!” Lucy was laughing. Robert smiled up at her.

“Oh, yes. I remember. There was something you did like for me to do. Seems to me there’s a certain spot you enjoy having tickled. And you’d like me to tickle that spot, yes?”

Lucy swatted at his head. “Yes, Mr. Swanton. Do you want me to beg?”

“Oh! Well, yes, I haven’t made you beg for anything for a long, long time. I think you should beg, Mrs. Swanton. What do you want me to do?”

Lucy grew serious, her voice low. “I want you to lick my clit, Robert, to run your tongue over that spot, over and over, and make me come. How’s that?” She smiled down at him.

“Poorly. We’ll work on your begging skills another time. But I hate to see a woman in need. I’ll do what I can.”

Robert lowered his head, finding her clit. He flicked it briefly with his tongue, Lucy’s body twitching at the contact. She moaned softly, winding her fingers through his hair.

“Oh, yes. Robert…oh, yes.” Lucy relaxed back on the bed, closing her eyes.

Robert worked at Lucy’s clit for many moments, licking and sucking, pulling gently with his teeth, his head shifting from side to side, his mouth covering every inch of her. Lucy was moaning softly, clutching the sheets, twisting her head, her neck arched and exposed. Robert brought her to the edge over and over again, expertly teasing her, driving her wild with his skillful tongue. When she was gasping, her body tensed and quivering, he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking roughly.

Lucy was arched up against him, her hips rising off the bed, crying out loudly as she came. Robert kept his mouth against her, licking her as her orgasm rolled through her body like a thunderous wave, as she bucked and rocked beneath him.

She finally pushed his head away, falling back on the bed, gasping, her face flushed, a breathless smile on her lips. Robert looked up at his wife with a chuckle, his impossibly blue eyes shining with love.

“So, how was that? Complaints, compliments, anything you’d like me to improve on for next time?”

“Just one thing,” she gasped. “When can I have you again?”