55. Wes

Chapter fifty-five

Wes

“ O h, fuck.” I moan as Layne rides my cock in the backseat of the GTO.

Best fucking birthday ever! Finally breaking in the backseat of this black beauty.

“What? Did I miss a good part?” She pauses, whipping her head around to look at the big screen. The Ring is showing at the drive-in and we’re parked in the far back so we won’t get caught.

“No, don’t stop baby,” my hands on her hips, pulling her back down on my cock. “You ride your husband’s dick so well, Ma Petite Mort . Fuck the movie.”

Layne turns back to face me, biting her fucking lip playfully. “You sure this is all you want to do for your birthday?” She grinds into me, using the head of my cock to hit her g-spot, and I feel her tighten around me. I feel my orgasm building, so I expertly flip her down onto the seat and slam into her .

Layne lets out a soft moan as I hover over her, roughly thrusting deeper into her pussy, our heavy breathing fogging up the windows. “The only thing I want is to fill your pretty pussy up over and over again tonight.” I reach between us, the pads of my index and middle finger strumming her clit with the pace of my thrusts. “That and maybe eat some cake off your ass.”

Her eyes close as she lets herself go, thighs quaking as her hips buck forward, seeking the friction on her oversensitive clit. “Wes, oh fuck. It’s too much.”

I angle myself so the head of my cock hits her g-spot and I keep going. “Come on, Ma Petite Mort . Soak my fucking cock,“ I thrust hard and deep. Layne’s eyes water as I hold back my release. “Let go, baby.”

“Oh,” she whimpers as I feel her release, soaking my cock, my jeans and the leather seat underneath us.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I groan as I let my orgasm take over. Leaning into her, I capture her lips with mine. I pull back, pushing her long black hair out of her face and smothering her with soft kisses. “You’re fucking perfect. I fucking love you.”

“And I love you. So, are we really going to finish watching the two other movies, or do you want to get out of here?” She asks, adjusting as I pull out of her.

“You gonna let me eat my cake off your ass?” I pose the question as I look over at her, pulling my underwear and jeans up.

“You’re serious?” The suspicious look she gives me has me cracking a big ass grin.

“Baby, I don’t fuck around about cake or that ass.” I climb over the seat and situate myself in the driver’s seat. I look over and see two teenage boys in the backseat of a car, staring back at me, mouths wide open. Thank God I had Layne keep her dress on while we fucked. As much as I love her perfect tits bouncing in my face, I don’t need some horny teenage boys catching a glimpse of them. My wife is not their jerk off material. I nod at them and fire up the car, “hang on back there.”

I pull the car out of the spot and head for the exit of the drive in.

Once the GTO is back next to the truck, I gently assist Layne out of the back and carry her over my shoulder. Unlocking the door, we make our way upstairs. She playfully remarks, “You know I can walk, right?” Her giggles fill the air as I lift the skirt of her dress, giving her a light tap on her ass cheek. “Ouch,” she exclaims, “if you keep smacking my ass, I might have to reconsider letting you do anything else tonight.”

With a chuckle, I cross the room to our bed, gently tossing her down. “As if you could tell me no.”

Feeling a surge of desire, I reach down and grip her throat, pulling her closer to me. “Looks like I’ll have to tie you up then, won’t I?” I whisper seductively. Leaving her momentarily, I make my way to the nightstand drawer to retrieve some rope.

Birthday sex, some rope play and cake, Wessy, you are one lucky motherfucker.

Hands tied to our headboard, face down and ass up with rope around her thighs, keeping her spread open for me. My cock’s screaming at me for release. Ma Petite Mort is a fucking dream, a wet dream in the best possible way. I lean forward and kiss her bare ass cheek, and she wriggles in her bindings. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

“Wes…” Layne calls out to me as I cross the loft and into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab the strawberries and cream cake Layne baked for me. I set the plate on the counter, taking a knife from the block and cutting a thick slice. My mouth waters as I pick it up and carry it back to the bed and Layne.

Climbing back onto the bed, I take the slice of cake and spread it all over Layne’s ass and pussy. Strawberry slices and whipped frosting cover my wife’s perfectly round ass. As I admire the tempting sight before me, I can’t resist the urge any longer. The combination of sweet strawberries and creamy frosting creates a delicious contrast against Layne’s smooth skin.

“Fuck me, Layne.” I groan. With a mischievous grin, I lean in and trace my tongue along the sugary goodness, savoring the tantalizing flavors. My face covered in frosting from licking up one of her cheeks, my tongue dives, gliding over her back hole. Layne tenses, then her moans of pleasure fill the loft as I devour her. The rings on the headboard rattle as Layne pulls at them. “Does my dirty girl like the way I eat her ass?

“Fuck, oh fuck. Yes... yes,” she gasps in pleasure as my tongue explores every inch of her, savoring the taste of the frosting that coats her pussy.

“Do not come yet, Ma Petite Mort . Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whines. The combination of the cake’s sweetness and Layne’s intoxicating arousal is a sensory overload, making me fucking feral. I have to be inside her, but I know better than to fuck her covered in cake. Layne would kill me if I ruined another comforter.

I’m pretty sure this is the fourth one she’s had to buy.

I hop off the bed and head to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth from the towel rack and running it under the water.

“Wes, what the fuck?” She pants, staring at me as I walk back into the room. The cool water on the cloth makes her skin break out in goosebumps as I clean her up. Once finished, I chuck it to the floor. I position myself between her spread thighs, my hands roaming over her bound body, exploring every inch. The ropes that hold her captive only intensify the pleasure, as they serve as a constant reminder of the control I have over her .

Unable to resist any longer, I thrust into her, feeling the tightness and warmth of her pussy enveloping me. With every thrust, the incredible sensation overwhelms me, and I can feel the pleasure building within me. Layne’s moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath me in ecstasy. “That’s it baby, now you can come for me.”

As my release builds, I lose myself in the moment, consumed by the pleasure and desire that courses through my veins. The taste of Layne, strawberries and cream lingers on my lips, heightening the experience. The combination of physical pleasure and sensory indulgence creates a state of pure bliss, bringing us both closer to the edge.

The intensity becomes almost unbearable. Layne buries her face in my pillow as she screams through her orgasm, her walls clenching around me. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure together. I roar as my orgasm hit. Ropes of warm cum hit her cervix as I thrust hard and deep. I stay put for a few moments before pulling out, giving this a shot. Because how fucking wild would it be getting her pregnant on my birthday?

Untying her wrists and thighs, I flop down next to her and pull her into my chest. “We need to shower before going to sleep, Wes. I’m all sticky.”

“Mmm,” I mumble, my eyes already heavy and my body pulling me towards sleep. Layne chuckles, then kisses my lips.

“Happy birthday, Buainteoir. Here is to many, many more.”