Give Me that Cum

He crawled up behind me in our warm bed, slid his arms around my body, engulfed me into his protection and rested his greedy hands on my breasts.

“It’s like coming home,” he whispered in my ear. It was 6:50am and my body did not want to retreat from our cozy bed and into the cold house for the morning wakeup routine. “Your body is heaven. God I just want to be here forever with you, my queen.” He squeezed my body tighter.

I nestled more into him. Our legs intertwined as they always do. The thought of making love appealed to me, but a small piece of cotton lay as a barrier to sex plus I needed to get the kids up.

“I think my period should be completely over now,” I replied. “Thank God. That one was a doozy.”

“It was a pain in my ass.” He laughed a little, and I could feel him getting hard. “I can’t wait to fuck you silly tonight. I’m going to pound your little pussy so hard.” His dick was sticking me in the butt now.

We didn’t make love last night, but I did give him a rather yummy blow job. It was a long day filled with work stress and evening activities, so when the kids were asleep and our shower was done, my husband lay like a king on his back on the bed.

His eyes gave away his mischievous thoughts. We said nothing. I grabbed his dick and began to stroke it up and down with my hand. My husband closed his eyes and moaned a little. “God I need you, Stella.”

It’s so thick in my hand, my fingers just barely touch when I wrap them around. I move to press my lips against the tip of his dick, a little kiss for my king. But that doesn’t last. I open my mouth and push the entire monster down my throat. He looks up with a boyish grin. I think he likes it.

I pull him out of my mouth and nibble on the head of his dick before spitting all over it. He loves it when I do that… just adores it. I use the wetness to make my hand slide easier up and down his hard shaft. I squeezed my hand tighter and beat it a bit faster. He grew thicker, and I smiled.

“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked after a few moments.

“Nothing,” he gasped. My husband looked flushed and happy like a he’d just run a marathon and was relishing at the finish line. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about how I used to always cum when you cam in my mouth. Remember that?”

“Oh, how could I forget, my sexy little Stella?” He was getting more excited. “Your little pussy would cum so good just as soon as my cum squirted down your throat. I was training you then… training you to be the whore you are today.”

Back when we were dating and he couldn’t cum inside of me, you know that I’d swallow his cum almost every time we made love. Scratch that, I’d swallow every single time we made love. What you don’t know is sometimes he wouldn’t even fuck my pussy at all.

Instead he’d get on top of me and push his dick deep down my throat. He’d pretend my mouth was another pussy and fuck her hard. I got used to it and loved it. I’d spread my legs and he’d play with my clit at the same time. Like clockwork, just as soon as I tasted his pleasure on my tongue, my little pussy would shoot waves of excitement through my body.

I’d cum hard. Something about the scene just drove me wild with pleasure. Maybe it was how he used my mouth or maybe it was the way he held my back of my neck or because I felt trapped. Regardless it was my ticket to crazy kinky orgasms. My hips would lift and shake and convulse, and I weathered the intensity silently.

It’s nearly impossible to scream with a dick down your throat. And he wouldn’t release until I stopped cumming which could take another minute or so. Needless to say, our oral sessions were sexy as a mother fucker, and he wanted it more and more. Now that he can cum in me, though, it’s something we rarely do.

Stroking his dick, I relive those sessions in my mind. I’m stroking it hard, stroking it soft, spitting a little, sucking a little. What made me cum like that?

“I couldn’t believe it myself when that happened,” I teased back. “I guess I really like the taste of your cum.”

“I’d never seen a woman do that before. Never. I knew then that you were going to be my wife. I knew there’s no way I could let you go. I had to make you mine forever.”

“I want to taste your cum now.” I gave him the fiercest most sexy face I could muster. It was dark in our room with just the flickering light from our candle. Sage is the scent of the Goddess Palace and it burns from morning to night. My lips were pouty, and he starred at them with desire. I squeezed my hand even tighter and stroked with purpose. “I want to make you feel really good, my love.”

He pulled me to his face and kissed me passionately. “You are the most amazing woman in the world. I love you.” The kiss continued. “You make my life wonderful.” He kissed me again, soft and delicate, tender with small licks in the middle. His lips were full and expecting. “Those are some sweet kisses.”

I pull away just a little so he can see my face. “Give me that cum,” I say showing him my tongue.

He took over stroking his dick. I could feel the intensity increase. He really knows what to do on short order.

He pushed my head down to his crotch and slowed his rhythm. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue again and waited like a trained whore. He loves seeing my tongue and he loves seeing his cum on it, but when the fireworks started, he pushed my mouth down on his dick, and I tightened my lips around him to keep the pressure high.

“Oh, damn, that’s so good.” He gasped. Relaxation took him over. I didn’t swallow until I felt his last pulse. There was a ton of cum, salty and sour, the taste of my king’s pleasure. I thought about women who spit cum out. I’ve never done that before. How do they do that? That’s so wrong and nasty. I’d never treat my king that way. I pulled up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and smiled at him.

My husband pulled me to his chest and purred. We fell asleep soon thereafter.

After our morning cuddle, I kissed his hard dick and got up. “Can you wait til tonight, my love?” I asked. I was a bit worried by the strength of his erection.

“Yes, I can. I’m going to bend you over this bed and fuck you hard and make you scream.” He was so excited, but I had other things to do.

I got the kids up, made the coffee, and came back to our bedroom to change into my workout clothes. When I disrobed, I strutted my taunt body in our bathroom so he could see it from where he was standing. Guess I just wanted more attention. Guess I was testing him.

He joined me in the bathroom, wrapped his hands around my body from behind and played with my pussy in the mirror. He opened my lips and exposed my clit and rubbed her a little. My breasts were perched so beautifully on my chest, my waist so slender, so squeezable, and my pussy was finally ready for some fun.

“Tonight,” I say to him trying to pull away to get dressed, but he doesn’t hear me.

His pants are dropped, he propped me up on the counter, spread my legs and was inside of me before I could say anything else.

The kids are pounding on the door.

“Mom, it’s time to go. We’re going to be late.”

My husband is dipping in and out of my honey pot, watching himself and my naked body in the mirror. He pumped a few times more and I felt him exploded inside of me. I love that feeling. Like a pussy cat, I freeze in submission to it. It’s security, it’s love, it’s pleasure, it’s purpose. It’s what my little pussy was made to do. She makes my husband so happy, and in return he makes me happy. It’s the way it’s supposed to be.

I grab my clothes and dress quickly. My husband’s wonderful cum is swirling in me and unfortunately finding it’s way back out as I grab my purse and yell to the kids, “Meet ya in the car.”