Free Aftermath by Alicia Roberts Page B

pleasure as my hand clamped around his base.
    There was an aching in my stomach as I slid my hand over the length of his shaft and around the head, curving over his tip, and letting my other hand follow suit. Brad made a satisfied grunting noise and pulled me up slightly, kissing my mouth roughly as he lay down beside me.
    "Suck me off," he commanded . I didn't need another prompt.
    I got up on all fours, my legs on either side of Brad's chest, and I bent forward. My ass was up in the air above him, and my thighs were spread wide apart. I knew he could see up between my legs, straight at my exposed pussy and asshole, and I shuddered internally. I was dripping wet and wanting more as I bent down over his cock, holding it up with one hand as I licked cir cles around the head with my tongue.
    As if in a daze, I felt myself take his cock in my mouth, sucking and pushing it in deep as I bent down. I moved my head up and down and I felt myself clenching and unclenching, growing wetter and more aroused as I felt Brad's arousal increasing. I moved my head and allowed his shaft to slide out of my mouth, and I bent down to give some attention to his balls. As I sucked gently, I felt Brad's finger trailing up and down my lower lips, and I wished he would put it in.
    Although I had just had an orgasm, I felt like I was starved for attention and needed a good banging. The thought of Brad pushing his fingers in side me made me moan as I pushed my mouth around his shaft again, and started bobbing up and down, sucking my lips tight around his erection.
    Thankfully, I soon felt Brad push me off and his a rms pinned me down on the bed, h is eyes hard with lust and determination. He pushed my thighs apart and I felt his cock stroke my lips, up and down, teasing them and not entering. He nudged forwards a bit but just as I was about to sigh with delight, he moved back, delighting in my disappointment.
    "Beg for it . " His voice was like steel.
    I whimpered and turned my head to the side, glancing up shyly at his greedy face. "Please Brad," and my face burned as it always did when he made me beg, "Please fuck me."
    I felt him turn me to my side and his hand came down hard on my ass cheek. It was his way of letting me know that he needed more, and I whispered in desperation, begging him to enter me and take me, begging him for more.
    I hated begging but I was desperate for him to be inside me . I t was a relief when I felt him position his shaft at my entrance again, and then finally he nudged it in and I sighed with joy .
    When Brad moved out and back in again, I started moaning and grinding my hips . His thrusts became deeper and more violent and I felt myself rocking against him. I tried to suck his cock in deeper with my muscles, and I felt him throbbing against my walls. I knew my orgasm was near and I felt the pressure well up inside me, and then start to bubble. My insides turned to jelly and I felt the release escape me as I moaned and felt Brad thrusting into me again and again. When I came to, Brad was still inside me, but I felt the pace of his thrusts slow down and he stiffened, and finally came.
    We lay entwined for a few minutes, and I felt him shrink inside me before he pulled out.
    We were both happy and spent, and as I went to sleep that night, I felt like I had made the right decision. Brad's arm was wrapped around my body, and in the seconds before I fell into a deep sleep, I breathed in his scent and thought to myself again, we should make this a permanent thing.
     
     

 
Chapter Two
    I had quit my job with Mr. Neilson's blessing, but it didn't take me long to realize that being married to Brad would not keep me busy during the day. Sure, I could go to the expensive gym and get in shape, I could indulge in my hobb ies of baking and eating amazing foods , I could go shopping, or get my hair done once in a while - but none of these things would fill up my life properly.
    I knew I had to keep busy, and when I mentioned this to