“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view,” I tell Hayden as I walk into our bedroom. She’s lying on the bed in her robe. Her hair is brushed until it shines, but that’s not what makes me catch my breath. It’s the smile on her face and the way those gray eyes shine that do that. I never get tired of the way Hayden smiles, or how she lets her happiness radiate for everyone to see. For me to see.

“Connor sleeping?”

“Like a baby. Though I don’t get that phrase, because I had forgotten just how much babies do not sleep,” I joke, leaning against the door and crossing my arms.

“You aren’t kidding. The bags under my eyes grow daily,” she laughs.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her and it’s the truth. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t look at her and think that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch to ever walk the face of the earth. “You know I love our boy, Hayden?” I question her and her face instantly takes on that dreamy look whenever I claim her or Connor. She still doesn’t get that I’m the one who should get down on my knees and thank my lucky stars that I have them.

“I do,” she whispers.

“Good. But I don’t want to talk about him right now. He’s the last thing I want to talk about.”

“Oh, but…” her face clouds in confusion.

“I want you to stand up and take that robe off.”

Her mouth drops open, forming an ‘o’. She stands up without questioning me, in fact her smile deepens. My eyes are drawn to her hands as she slowly undoes the belt on her robe. The hot pink silk begins to part showing me just mere traces of her breasts and a glimpse of her sweet pussy. I grunt, not hiding my displeasure that she hasn’t removed it yet. I undo my pants, sliding the zipper down to give my cock room. It seems like I haven’t been inside of Hayden in years. She watches the zipper separate, her tongue coming out to lick her lips. I want to groan at the promise in her eyes.

She slowly takes the robe off, letting it pool at her feet. I yank my shirt off in response. She takes a step toward me, at the same time I close the distance between us. Her eyes lock with mine as her hands go to the waist of my jeans. She pushes them down over my hips and then goes to her knees, pulling them further down. She looks up at me, my cock thrusts out towards her, as her hand encircles my shaft, and she gives it one, slow stroke. I grunt as she stops. She holds the head of my cock tightly and lets her finger slide against the pre-cum gathered on the tip. Her eyes never leave mine, as she drags her tongue through it.

“Suck me,” I order, unable to resist. She holds my cock still and then slowly, inch by inch my cock disappears between those thick lips of hers. Motherfucker! It feels like heaven. My hand tangles in her hair, as she begins to back off my shaft, unable to take it all in her mouth. “Get it nice and wet, Beauty. You better fucking have it drenched, because I’m taking your fucking ass next. I’m not stopping until I’m buried inside of you and filling you full of my cum.” I use my rough hold in her hair to push her back on my cock. Hayden hums her approval and I feel it vibrating through my fucking balls. She’s trying to choke on my damned cock. Every stroke, she takes me further and further into her throat. Christ! I could come just like this, fucking her face, taking my pleasure, filling her mouth so full of cum that it runs down her neck and body. Just imagining it makes my hunger for it indescribable. Yet, that’s not what I want right now. Afterwards, maybe, but not right now.

“Michael,” she whispers. The word is almost unrecognizable because before she even gets the breath out, she’s devouring me. She wants more, it’s in her tone and the way those stormy eyes are pleading

“Stand up,” I demand, pulling her off of me. My voice is so dark and full of hunger that I don’t recognize it. I can see her body shiver in reaction. She gets to her feet, using my body as support. Her fingers bite into my hips, and just that one touch makes me want to throw her down on the bed and fuck her until neither of us can move. “Turn around, Hayden,” I bark. She slowly turns, her neck stretching so her eyes can stay on mine until the last minute, when she’s completely facing the bed.

I let my hands begin at her neck, caressing it slowly, and trying to memorize every inch of her body. I move to her shoulders, letting my fingers press into the skin, teasing her before moving down her back.

“God, Michael, that feels so good,” she moans. I lean in close, letting my breath warm her neck, and placing a kiss where it meets her shoulder. I slide my tongue against her hammering pulse point, tasting the salty skin I find there, and needing more. I bite into her ear and get rewarded with her soft gasp of surprise.

“Bend over the bed, Beauty. I want to see what you’re about to give me,” I whisper in her ear.

I can feel her body tremor, but she leans over the bed—letting her hands act as a brace. I pet her, dragging my hand through her hair and down her back, admiring the curve of it. I place small kisses along her spine, teasing her as well as myself. I want to make this last as long as I can. I continue downward with my kisses, my teeth raking across the cheek of her ass and then biting into the fleshy mound on one side. I spank the other side with my hand and watch as it blossoms a bright pink, instantly.

“Oh God!” she cries out, as my fingers push between her cheeks and find the end of the plug. I buried it deep inside of her ass this morning, after I woke her up with my tongue buried inside of her pussy. I begin to pull on the plug, slowing dragging it from her ass, then thrusting it back in. Her body lurches forward. Her legs shake and I watch, as her fingers dig into the mattress. Once she’s taken the plug back in, I turn it, twisting it inside of her, until she calls out my name. “Michael!” she yells, and there is nothing better in the world than to hear her call out for me.

“This ass is nice and stretched for me now,” I praise. “Are you ready for me, Beauty?” I ask, repeating my motions again.

“Please,” she whimpers, her face buried in the mattress as she thrusts back into me. She’s more than ready, which is good because I can’t hold off any longer.

I carefully take out the plug. My eyes are glued to the way those tiny muscles clench around it, trying to hold it in. I groan imagining just how fucking good she’s going to feel against my cock. I put the plug on the black velvet towel that I laid across the nightstand this morning. There’s a small, red box there too—along with a white tube of lube. I placed it all there on purpose. I wanted Hayden to see it when she got out of bed. I wanted to tease her. I told her not to open the box. She may have, I don’t know—either way it would have stayed on her mind all day, and that’s all that matters.

I open it now to reveal a miniature vibrator that is shaped like a silver bullet. There’s a small button on the edge and I click it, to turn it on. It begins quivering gently in my hand. I move it against the lips of her pussy. She jumps at first, whether from surprise or the slick feel of the vibrator, I’m not sure. I know it has to be cold against her heated flesh. I slide it between her lips. She’s so wet her cum is already dripping on my fingers. She wants this—almost as much as I do. I let the tip of the bullet glide against her cli, as she thrusts her ass hard against me.

“You like that, sweetheart?” I ask her. I pet her back with one hand, while still using the other to tease her with the vibrator.

“Michael, I need to come,” she whimpers, practically begging. I push the switch on the end with my thumb again, increasing the speed. Hayden lets out a long, pleading whimper, as I tease her clit over and over in small circles. She comes against my fingers. Her sweet juices bathe my fingers, as her body jerks and trembles. There’s no fucking way I can keep holding back. I click the switch on the end two more times, which brings the device to a hard pulsation that slowly fades, before it repeats. Once I’m sure it’s doing exactly what I want it to, I push it gently inside of her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “That feels so good. Michael! It feels so…I need more baby,” she rambles. Her head is pushed down into the mattress, her hips moving back and forth.

“Ride it, Hayden. Ride the fucking hell out of it. I’ll give you more in a minute, Beauty,” I assure her, my voice more of a groan than anything else, as I watch her fuck herself.

Jesus.

I grab the lube off the nightstand and I savagely rip the cap off, squeezing the gel into my hand. I take my cock roughly in my hand, stroking it and making sure every inch is covered in the lube. I squeeze out a little more—just on two fingers. The entire time I’m watching as Hayden’s body moves back and forth trying to ride the small vibrator, but never getting enough to push her over the edge.

I grab her hip and hold her forcibly, refusing to let her move. Then, I carefully begin to paint the opening of her ass with the lube. I pull one of her cheeks out, to better access the tight ringed opening.

“Michael,” she whispers, too lost in passion to be afraid of what’s coming—and that’s exactly what I want.

“So, fucking perfect, Hayden. You’re everything,” I rumble from above her, just as my fingers slide into her ass, working the lube inside. The plug has loosened her up, more than doing its job. She’s still so incredibly tight that I know I won’t be able to last long. I pull my fingers apart, testing her body, while deep inside. When I’m satisfied she’s ready, I slowly pull my fingers out. “Don’t let me hurt you, Beauty,” I whisper, because I’m not sure I have the self-control to pay attention. I want to bury myself deep inside of her and fuck her hard.

“You won’t hurt me,” she whispers, her faith in me unwavering, which is as much of a miracle as anything else. She’s my world.

I slowly guide my cock to the entrance, pushing in a little at a time. Her muscles immediately clamp down and I find myself moving a hand back to her pussy, searching out the vibrator and finding the button to change the speed again. The next function brings a steady, pulsating that causes her ass to thrust back. The head of my cock pops through the muscles, and I cuss under my breath, as I force myself to stop. Now that I’m inside, even a little—I move both hands to her hips to steady her. I don’t stop her from moving, however; she keeps thrusting back and each time she takes a little more of my dick. It’s an exercise in torment to keep holding back, and I quickly reach my limit.

I push into her, closing my eyes, as she takes inch after inch of my cock deep into her ass. Her body stops moving when I get about half way in and her breathing has changed.

“Am I hurting you?” I rumble. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way to hold myself back if I am.

“I just feel…so…full…” she breathes.

“Does it feel good?” I ask her, as my hand tangles into her hair. Needing to touch it.

“Yes. Really good,” she whimpers, moving her body back and taking more of me.

I pull away, almost removing my dick and then slowly thrust forward again. I do this several times and each time she takes me a little further inside. I bend over her, fucking her harder, feeling mistakenly powerful. She’s the one who holds all the power. This woman could destroy me. Soon we’re fucking like two animals mating. I feel the moment she orgasms again, the movement of her muscles and the vibrating in her pussy, wrap around my cock almost as much as the tight muscles of her ass.

I yank her hair back with my hold, knowing it will hurt, but beyond the ability to be careful. I ram her body with mine. Her ass cushions me while I fuck her.

“Hayden!” I growl out, as my balls tighten. I yank my cock out when my cum starts jetting out. I finish outside of her. I jack off in my hand and watch while my cum streams against her asshole, then, further down her ass cheeks and up her back. I cover her in my cum, losing my breath at how fucking beautiful she looks coated in it. Once I finish, and the last drop is drained, I use my hand to rub it into her skin.

I push between her legs and yank the vibrator out. Hayden has collapsed against the bed, completely exhausted. Her body keeps jerking from the force of her last orgasm. I rub my cum against her pussy, needing it there too.

“So fucking beautiful,” I mumble, my lips finding the back of her neck as I lay on my side half on her, half off.

“Love you…Michael,” she whispers brokenly, still panting for breath.

“I love you too, Beauty. I’ll take us to the shower as soon as I can feel my legs again.”

“Okay,” she says softly, but she goes lax in my arms.

There’s a certain amount of pride involved when you fuck your woman so hard she falls asleep. I kiss the back of her neck again. Then regretfully, rise and go into the bathroom to run a tub of water, making sure to add some fragrant salts that will help with the soreness.

Time to pamper my woman…and I might be a bastard, but I’m already thinking of fucking her again too.