Husband is 37 I am 26
It was always the same ending. I would ready myself, on my back legs open wide, upper body supported by my shoulders and a pillow he put behind my head.
The sameness was comforting, the sweet pungent smell of his body tired and weary from his long day at work. His clothes and boots were on a pile at the foot of the bed giving odd their sweet acrid odor and filling the room. The tv was humming low, ignored and this big hulking mass of a man was standing before me.
His veiny forearms were tinted red from the sun, slightly darker than the rest of his body save his face and legs. His back was red too, but not from the sun. No they were scratches put there by me in lust just moments before when he was on top of me.
“You want me to deflower you princess don’t you?” He whispered to my ear as he thrust his clothed hips forward and rubbed his manhood across my flower. I could feel him, how hard he was, he slightly opened my labia as he rubbed back and forth and a thin thread of my juices transferred from my untouched flower on to the zippier of his dirty jeans . He noticed this and I could see it in his eyes how crazy it made him to know he was responsible for the storm of desire and need and pleasure he was able to conjure between my legs. He provoked an itch that he would refuse to scratch and it made me wild.
My husband and I were patient, a few years into our marriage now but he has yet to deflower me. I’m approaching my mid 20’s now, still a devoted virgin. That’s not to say he doesn’t please me, far from it. Our years long edging session is quite pleasurable.
He whispered in my ear again.
“You want me to make you mine baby?”
I was ready it was finally time I readied myself to be his. I already could feel his girth opening me up, entering deeper and deeper. I thoughtlessly opened my legs wider thrust my pelvis toward him in a sign of submission. He only needed one thrust. I knew already that as soon as he entered me I would be wrapped by a screaming orgasm. I would wrap myself around his torso as he filled me with his manhood.
“yes please daddy”
But it was not to be.
“You’re already mine”
With those words I felt his fingers in between my legs. His index finger inserted slightly into me, opened me up. His fingers were so thick so calloused from work. He wasn’t even a knuckle deep and I was already halfway there. My hands had already grasped his muscular forearm without me even thinking. Soon his thumb would press down on my clit and it would be over. For now his finger proved inside me finding my intact hymen and played with it. Toying with the idea of popping my seal.
I knew how hard it was for him to control his primal urges. The urge to plant his seed in me. He took his other hand off my breast and stretched it across my body. His index finger and middle finger entered my mouth and filled it. I started sucking them showing him how much I wanted it. How much I needed him. Maybe he would give it to me. I wanted it, needed it.
With his right hand he made a slight pinch motion. The biggest thickest thumb pressed down on my engorged clit. It was all too much, his fingers probing my mouth and kitten. The manly primal smell of his armpits on display as he stretched his hand across my body. I could feel his engorged cock resting on my leg. My pussy so engorged so ripe, or ready to be taken. It gave into him and I that’s when I felt my nipples harden, my pussy sopping wet let out a massive orgasm. My legs began to shake and started to moan uncontrollably.
When he does this to me likes to ask me.
“Who’s is it baby, who does it belong to?” If I’m able to answer and not too drunk on my orgasm I’ll reply with. ”yours daddy”
He would reward me later with a mouth full of his seed. He told me one day it would be dripping out of my kitty.
He was right, I am his.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nq0ior/fm_it_belongs_to_him
Damn ?