NTR: The live-in-husband gets a perverted heart system

"Don’t keep me waiting..." Stella’s voice came out rougher and impatiently than she would want to sound.

Tom shook his head and replied;

"I’m in control. Don’t tell me what to do."

Stella swallowed hard but didn’t say anything.

Tom kept the head of his cock resting against her, but he didn’t push in. Instead he slid two fingers through the slick heat between her legs and pressed them slowly inside.

Stella’s breath broke on a sharp, involuntary moan. Her cunt was hot and tight, the soft walls clenching around his fingers the second he curled them.

"Jesus," Tom muttered, almost to himself at first. Then his voice steadied, low and open. "You’re soaking. It’s running down my hand already. How long have you been walking around like this?"

He worked his fingers deeper and began moving them in a steady rhythm, palm pressing against her clit with every thrust. Stella’s hips jerked. Her head tipped back. Whatever practical thoughts she still had - Sienna, the risk, her reputation flickered and started drowning under the wet sound of his fingers.

Tom watched her face the whole time.

"Feel that?" he said, quieter now, almost conversational. "The way you keep tightening around me. Every time I push in, you just get wetter. Has anyone ever made you squirt before? Because this cunt feels like it is close."

Stella’s thighs trembled. A frustrated, needy sound left her throat. She was still trying to hold on to something - control, dignity, caution but his fingers kept finding that sensitive spot on the front wall with ruthless consistency. Her moans climbed higher.

Tom leaned in, lips near her ear, fingers never slowing.

"That’s it. Just like that. You are getting tighter. You are about to cum all over my hand from nothing but my fingers, aren’t you?"

Stella’s back arched hard. A long, shaking cry tore out of her as the orgasm hit. Her cunt spasmed around his fingers in strong, rhythmic pulses, fresh wetness spilling over his hand and down her thighs. She shook through it, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, the last of her restraint visibly cracking.

Tom kept working her until the tremors eased. Only then did he ease his fingers out. They shone with her. He dragged them slowly along her inner thigh, still watching her face.

"Good. Now come here." he said, his voice softer but no less certain.

He moved back, lay down against the pillows, and wrapped a hand around his cock, holding it upright. The thick length stood flushed and ready, the head already wet.

"Goodbye, virginity." Tom thought to himself, readying himself for what was about to come.

"Get on it. I want to feel what that cunt can do when you are the one in control of the pace." he told her.

Stella gulped. Those raw words... They weren’t what she could ever say no to.

Despite the fact that Stella’s eyes were still hazy from the orgasm, the order cut through. She moved almost on instinct - climbing over him, straddling his hips, guiding the thick head to her entrance. The moment she began to sink down, both of them exhaled hard.

She was tight. The hot, silken heat of her stretched slowly around him as she took more of his length. Tom’s hands settled on her thighs, gripping, but he didn’t thrust up. He let her take him at her own pace.

Stella sank lower, inch by inch, until she was fully seated. A long, stunned moan left her as she felt every thick inch buried inside her. For a second she just sat there, breathing, adjusting to the stretch.

Tom’s voice stayed steady even as pleasure coiled tight and deep at the base of his spine.

"Look at you," he murmured. "Stretched around me like that. You are gripping so hard it’s almost difficult to stay still."

"I’m just getting started with this heavy cock." Stella told him in a very low voice that held a lot of promises.

Then she began to move. She lifted and sank back down, testing the fullness. The wet sound of her cunt sliding over his cock filled the quiet room. Tom’s hands slid up to her waist, steadying her without taking over.

"Just like that. Use me. Take what you need." he said, watching her.

The words landed differently than the earlier and Stella’s rhythm grew stronger. She didn’t need to say a word in response. Her actions did.

She just planted her hands on his chest and started riding him properly - rising high and dropping down with increasing force. Her breasts bounced with every movement. Her moans turned louder, less controlled.

Tom kept his eyes on her face, his voice was low and rough with genuine pleasure as he spoke;

"Oh my, the way you’re taking me... every time you sink down I can feel you clenching."

"And that makes you feel harder, isn’t it?" She asked, panting, looking straight into his eyes like she wanted to pry the answer out from them herself.

"Yes. Don’t stop. I want to hear every sound my cock pulls out of you."

Stella moaned louder, encouraged. She rode him faster, the slap of skin meeting skin growing sharper. Her head fell back. Whatever last scraps of caution she had left were gone. She was lost in the stretch, the friction, and the steady stream of shameless observation coming from the man beneath her.

Tom’s pleasure built fast and deep. The tight, perfect heat of her sliding up and down his cock was overwhelming in a way he had never felt before. He had nothing to compare it to. Every bounce pushed him closer. He kept talking, voice rougher now but still clear.

"Your moans are driving me crazy," he said. "Every time you take me all the way in, you make that sound. Do it again. Let me hear how good it feels."

Stella obeyed without thinking. She bounced on him with rising desperation, moans spilling freely from her. She was completely unaware that the thick cock stretching her so perfectly was just tasting a woman for the first time.

Tom simply lay beneath her, hands gripping her waist, watching her lose herself, and let the raw, perfect sensation of his first time wash through him with every wet, shameless second.

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