I've tried holding it in.
Tried being a gentleman. Tried suppressing the masculine urge to manhandle Leilani in bed and flip her around whilst fucking her like a man who has been deprived of this perfect masterpiece of a body for five days straight.
But I failed.
Mostly because my wife, Leilani Lawrence—god she makes that name sound perfect all of a sudden—keeps pushing my buttons and testing how far I'll go. I ram into her, feeling her tighten around my cock and making me groan out loud. I still have her hands pinned above her head, the other gripping her neck.
Not too tight.
I wouldn't want to traumatize her on her first kinky night with me, or anyone at that. It might be naive of me to think I'm her first in this genre of sex, but fuck, her innocence every time she suggested we do this today was so cute—no wonder I was surprised she suddenly got the balls to ask me to choke her on a whim.
"Look at you, taking all of me like a pro. Who made you this wet?"
