Head Lick, Wealth Share, Friday Night Thrill

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the fever building in my veins. It was a Friday night, the kids safely tucked away at a friend’s house, and the silence in the house was thick enough to choke on. My husband, Mark, was sprawled on the bed, lost in the pages of a paperback, oblivious to the storm brewing within me. A mischievous glint danced in my eyes as I moved, a silent command issuing from my lips, “Strip and move to the edge of the bed.”

He complied instantly, a slow, deliberate action that seemed to relish in my pleasure. As he tossed off the covers, the dim light revealed a body sculpted by years of hard work, muscles defined beneath tanned skin. But something was missing, a spark that needed igniting. He wasn't aroused, merely relaxed, and I knew I had to shake him out of that complacency.

I knelt between his legs, my hand resting gently on his thigh, and whispered, “Feed me…” The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. A slow smile curved my lips as he took his cock, lifting it from his leg and beginning to stroke it with a deliberate, possessive rhythm. I watched, captivated, as his muscles tightened with each stroke, a silent invitation to indulge my desires. This was precisely the kind of slow burn I craved, the slow building tension that made my pulse quicken.

As he continued, I felt a primal urge rising within me, a need to possess, to consume. I pushed myself closer, my body molding against his, until I was fully immersed in his heat. With a low moan, I took my cock into my mouth, and the world seemed to sharpen, focus solely on the sensations exploding within me. I greedily slurped and licked, savoring the texture, the scent, the sheer power radiating from his member. It was magnificent, a testament to his virility. It grew harder, bigger, responding to my actions with an almost frantic energy. The heat intensified, spreading through my veins, leaving me breathless and desperate for more.

My hands found their way back to him, taking control of the depth, guiding him further in, deeper into my body. I felt the head of his cock against the back of my throat, a thrilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. I relaxed, letting go of the pressure, pulling a bit more inside, determined to explore every inch of his magnificent anatomy. I took it in deep, pushing past the limits of comfort, until I was nearly bursting with the pleasure. But I wasn’t finished. I needed more, desperately more.

I pulled away abruptly, a sharp intake of breath, and looked up into his eyes. The lust was palpable, raw and undeniable. "I want both of us to suck this monster," I declared, my voice husky with desire. It was a familiar game, one we both relished, a playful domination that always left us wanting more.

He took his cock in his hand, flexing it before bending forward, licking the head with a slow, deliberate motion. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but the anticipation was almost unbearable. After a few seconds, he straightened up, a satisfied grunt escaping his lips. “Do it again,” I commanded, my voice laced with urgency.

He obeyed, and this time, I leaned forward, letting my tongue explore the shaft, tracing its length with slow, deliberate strokes. He groaned, pulling back slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, a testament to the intensity of the sensation.

“Shut up and suck,” I ordered, my voice firm. He didn't hesitate, bending forward once more, taking the head between his lips. I ran my tongue over his balls and shaft, a slow, sensual exploration that built the tension even further. He moaned, lifting his head a moment, a visible tremor running through his body. "I’m so close…" he whispered, before bending down again and resuming the sucking.

As he did, I felt his body jerk, a clear indication that the imminent release was near. I watched, breathless, as his balls tightened, the signs unmistakable. "Can we share?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

His wet shaft hung in the air between us, a shared secret, a testament to the pleasure we were about to experience. "Yeah, but it’s gonna be messy," he replied, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

“I don’t care…” I murmured, my eyes locked on his, feeding off the heat.

He leaned forward, taking the head between his lips once more, and I gripped him firmly, controlling the depth as best I could. The world narrowed down to the feel of his cock against my mouth, the taste of his arousal, the sheer intensity of the moment. I took it in deep, pushing past any lingering discomfort, determined to experience every inch of his pleasure. When it became too much, I pulled back slightly, allowing him to breathe, before diving in again, determined to get as much as possible.

I continued this dance of pleasure and restraint, taking in as much as I could, always aware of the boundaries, always pushing them further. The heat intensified, radiating from him, consuming me, leaving me breathless and desperate.

Suddenly, he cried out, a primal yell of release. His body jerked violently, a clear indication that the moment had arrived. He continued to suck and lick as the first ropes of cum emptied from his dick, the sound echoing in the room, filling the silence with a raw, primal energy.

I put my hand on his shaft, feeling the vibrations of his orgasm, the release of tension in his muscles. As he pulled off, I quickly moved to intercept, my mouth wrapping around him with a possessive grip. There was some leakage, a sticky warmth on my face as he came again and again, the pleasure intensifying with each wave of release. I was determined to drain him dry, to milk every last drop of his arousal. I did everything I could to coax every bit of his cum from him, relishing in the sensation, savoring the moment. He groaned loudly as I felt the last bit of it spray deep into my throat, a final burst of pleasure before the wave subsided.

"Holy shit," he managed to utter, his voice hoarse and breathless, as he lay back on the bed, exhausted but satisfied. I climbed up next to him, my head resting on his chest, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.

The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, but inside, the storm had subsided. We had shared a moment of intense pleasure, a primal connection forged in the heat of the night. It wasn't the end, however, just the beginning of a new exploration, a shared secret that would bind us even closer. We knew there was more to discover, more to experience, and we were eager to embark on this thrilling journey together, one slow, sensual, and utterly satisfying moment at a time. The shared load, the messy pleasure, it was all part of the intoxicating allure, a testament to our mutual desires and the power of our shared connection. The night was young, and the possibilities felt endless.

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