My Bratty Wife
Chapter 121 - Hundred And Twenty One : Smut (3)

Chapter 121: Chapter Hundred And Twenty One : Smut (3)

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He licked his lips taking in every last drop of her juice. "You taste divine , my love " he growled, his voice laced with desire. "But I want more. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock."

She moaned, her body already aching for him. "Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me, Ryan. Please."

He stood up, his hands going to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. His breeches dropped to the floor, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Suzy licked her lips, her eyes widening at the sight.

"Ryan," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "That’s so damn big."

He smirked, his hand wrapping around his length, stroking it slowly. "And you’re so ready for me, Duchess," he replied, his voice a low growl. "Look at you, dripping wet, I can feel the heat of you down there."

She moaned, her hips moving involuntarily, rubbing against nothing.

Ryan chuckled, a dark, knowing sound that only served to heighten her arousal. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the musk of his desire. It was intoxicating, addictive.

"Please, Ryan," she begged, her voice ragged and desperate.

He growled, a primal sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You want it, Duchess?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, his hand still stroking his length.

"How badly do you want it?"

"Stop teasing me Ryan," she gasped, her hips moving in time with his hand. "I want it so bad. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up."

"Then beg for it, Duchess. Beg for my cock." He said, a smirk appearing on his face.

She moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closed. "Please,fuck me. Do it now," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips grinding against his.

He could feel her wetness, her heat, and it was driving him mad. He wanted to slam into her, to feel her tight pussy gripping his cock, but he held back. He wanted to draw this out, to make her beg even more.

"Couples don’t fuck, they don’t fornicate. They make love to each, Duchess," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "So I want to hear you beg some more. Tell me to make love to you."

She whimpered, her body squirming against his. "I’m begging you. I need you inside me. Make love to me, please."

Ryan smirked, loving the sight of her desperate and needy expression. "Not yet, Duchess," he teased, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous dance on her clit. "I want to hear you scream my name first."

He lowered his head, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak. She gasped, her back arching, pushing her breast further into his mouth.

"Mmmmmm, Ryan," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place.

He hummed against her, his fingers never pausing on her clit. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, the same delicious torture. She could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in her core.

She was so close, so fucking close. And then, without warning, Ryan’s fingers disappeared. She gasped, her eyes flying open, her body aching with need.

"Why did you stop?" she panted, her voice ragged.

Ryan smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "Because, Duchess," he said, his voice a low growl, "I want you to come on me."

Before she could respond, he grabbed her hips, lifting her up and positioning her over his throbbing length. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her Pussy, hot and demanding.

She moaned, her hips writhing, trying to push herself down onto him, but he held her firmly in place.

"Not yet, Duchess," he whispered, his voice a low, teasing growl. "I want to savor this moment, to watch you impale yourself on me."

She whimpered, her body throbbing with need. "Please, Ryan," she begged, her voice ragged. "I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me."

He smirked, his eyes burning with desire. "Alright, Duchess," he said, his voice low and steady. "Take what you need."

Suzy didn’t need to be told twice. With a moan, she lowered herself onto his cock, inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. She could feel every ridge, every vein, as she enveloped him, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck, you’re so big," she gasped, her head falling back, her eyes closed.

Ryan groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "And you’re so fucking tight, Duchess," he replied, his voice ragged.

"I could stay like this forever, buried deep inside you."

She moaned, her hips beginning to move, slowly at first, then faster, riding him with increasing urgency. "No, Ryan," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head back to look at her. "I want you to make love to me. Hard."

He growled, his eyes burning with desire. "As you wish, Duchess."

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to move, slamming into her with all the pent-up desire he’d been holding back.

She gasped, her body rocking with each thrust, her tits bouncing in his face. He leaned forward, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to pound into her.

"Ryan," she cried out, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

He growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with relentless force. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body tensing as she neared her climax.

His hands gripped her ass, lifting her up and down on his cock, slamming her down onto him with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal symphony of their desire.

"Duchess," he groaned, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. I could come just from making love to you like this."

She moaned, her hips moving in time with his, her body writhing with pleasure. "Then come, Ryan," she panted, her voice ragged. "Come inside me. Fill me up. Mark me as yours," Suzy panted, her voice ragged with desire.

Ryan’s grip on her ass tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. "For the love of ***, Duchess," he groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with increasing desperation. "You’re going to make me come."

"Good," she gasped, her head falling back, her eyes closed. "Come for me, Ryan. Fill me up."

He growled, his body tensing as he neared his climax. "Cass..." he panted, his voice ragged. "Cassie... Cassandra."

She moaned, her hips moving faster, her body writhing with pleasure. "Yes, Ryan," she gasped. "Come inside me. Breed me."

Those words sent him over the edge. With a roar, he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

Suzy cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel his release filling her, overflowing, dripping down her thighs as he continued to thrust into her, drawing out their mutual orgasm.

"Duchess," he panted, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes closed. "That was... that was incredible."

She smiled, her body still trembling, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, it was," she agreed, her voice soft.

Ryan opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers. He pulled her closer to him, caressing her damp hair scattered across the pillow. "Doris has a lot of work to do in the morning," he said, looking at her tangled curls. " I feel pity for her."

Suzy let out a laugh, showing her dimples. Ryan gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I’ve always wanted to see you laugh in front of me, to be the reason for your laughter and happiness," he said.

He caressed her cheek. "I’m happy you are here with me in my arms."

Suzy snuggled deeper into his body, a smile playing on her lips. She thought to herself, "Seems I can’t lie to myself or hide my feelings anymore. I am in love with Ryan."

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