A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1703 - 1703: My Beautiful Wife

Vivienne was sucking hard, tongue lashing wildly over Archer’s sensitive head, then plunging back down until her lips kissed his base again. He was driven over the edge thanks to her skilful mouth. One hand pumped what her mouth couldn’t reach in slick, twisting strokes; the other kept massaging his balls, rolling them gently, urging him closer.

The pressure built fast, coiling tight and hot at the base of his spine. His breathing turned ragged, muscles locking as pleasure surged through him in blinding waves. ”Viv, I’m gonna.”

The warning came out barely coherent. She only moaned louder in response, the sound muffled around his cock as she took him impossibly deep one last time. Her throat worked in rhythmic swallows, milking him, begging for it. Archer’s hips snapped up hard, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a broken groan.

Thick, hot pulses flooded her mouth, spurt after powerful spurt, filling her until it overflowed. She didn’t pull away. She swallowed greedily, throat working around him, taking every drop she could while the excess leaked from the corners of her lips and trickled down her chin in pearly trails.

He shuddered through the aftershocks, vision whiting out for a long moment as she kept sucking softly, coaxing out the last weak twitches until he was spent and oversensitive. Only then did she finally ease off with a slow, deliberate drag of her tongue along the underside, cleaning him with filthy reverence.

She pulled back just enough to let his softening cock slip free, a final thick string of cum and saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening tip before it snapped. Vivienne licked her lips slowly, catching what had escaped with the tip of her tongue. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy with arousal and satisfaction, and her chin was shiny.

Vivienne rested her forehead against his thigh for a second, catching her breath, then looked up at him with that same wicked, proud smile. ”Missed that taste,” she rasped, voice thoroughly ruined. Her hand drifted back to her belly, stroking gently over the swell. ”Our little one just got a front-row seat to how much their father spoils me.”

He let out a breathless laugh, reaching down to cup her cheek and thumb away a stray bead of cum from the corner of her mouth. ”You’re going to kill me one of these days, woman.”

”Only in the best ways,” she purred, nuzzling into his palm before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of his wrist. ”Now… your turn to spoil me properly, husband.”

Archer’s thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth a moment longer, wiping away the last glossy trace before he slid his hand down the column of her throat, feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath his palm. His voice came out low, gravel-rough from the orgasm she’d just wrung out of him.

”Get up here, my beautiful wife.”

Vivienne’s wicked smile widened. She rose slowly, letting him see every inch of the way her massive boobs shifted beneath the thin silk of her slip, the way the fabric clung to the full curve of her belly. She didn’t bother smoothing it down. Let him look. Let him want. He caught her by the hips as soon as she was close enough, thumbs digging into the soft give of her flesh, guiding her until her back was to him.

Then he pressed between her shoulder blades, and she folded forward without hesitation, palms planting on the edge of the low dresser in front of them. The mirror caught everything: her flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way her dark hair spilt forward like ink. ”Bend over properly,” he murmured, voice dropping another register. ”Show me what’s mine.”

Vivienne arched her back deeper, pushing her hips back toward him until her sexy, round ass lifted and presented itself like an offering. The silk slip rode up immediately, bunching at her waist and leaving the thick curves of her thighs and the plump, heart-shaped cheeks completely bare.

No panties, hadn’t been all evening. Just smooth skin, the faint red imprint of his earlier grip still blooming on one cheek, and the glistening evidence of how wet she already was, slick and shining along her inner thighs. Archer exhaled through his nose, a hungry sound, due to being extremely turned on thanks to her sucking his cock the way she did.

He stepped in close, one hand sliding up the back of her thigh to palm the full globe of her ass, squeezing hard enough to make the flesh spill between his fingers.

”Wow, you’re stunning, Viv,” he muttered, a controlling smirk crossing his face. ”And you’re all mine.”

Following that, the other hand drifted lower, cupping her from behind, two fingers gliding through her soaked folds without warning. She jolted, a soft, needy whimper escaping before she could catch it. ”Look at you,” he said in a knowing tone. ”So fucking full already, and still dripping for me.”

His fingers circled her clit once, slow and teasing, then dipped inside just enough to make her clench. ”This pretty pussy’s been begging for me since you got on your knees, hasn’t it?”

Vivienne rocked back against his hand, shameless. ”Mmmmghh~~ Yes… please, Archer…”

He withdrew his soaked fingers, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean with a low groan of appreciation. Then both hands returned to her hips, spreading her wider, thumbs hooking under the lower curve of her ass and parting her cheeks so he could see everything: the tight pucker above, the swollen, flushed lips below.

This made the older woman moan once again, driving him mad with lust. ”Arghhh~~.”

The way her entrance fluttered like it was trying to pull him in already. He leaned over her back, chest pressing to her spine, cock, already thickening again, sliding hot and heavy along her ass. His lips found the shell of her ear. ”I’m gonna fuck you just like this,” he promised, voice dark velvet. ”Bent over so I can see your fat ass, I’ll make it deep. Slow at first. Let you feel every inch stretching you open.”

His fingers slowly ran across her drenched pussy from behind, possessive, grounding, earning a whimper from the Nightmare Ant Queen. ”Mghhhh~~.”

”And you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you? Gonna come all over your husband’s cock like the greedy little thing you are,” he teased.

Vivienne’s answering moan was broken, desperate. ”Arghhhh~~.”

She pushed back harder, grinding against the length of him, coating him in her wetness. ”Words, Viv,” he growled, nipping the slope of her shoulder. ”Tell me what you want.”

Her head dropped forward, hair curtaining her face, voice wrecked and thick with need. ”Fuck me, Archer. Please. Fill me up, make me feel you everywhere.”

He lined himself up, the tip of his cock head nudging against her entrance, parting her slowly. ”Good girl,” he rasped.

And then he pushed in, inch by deliberate inch, watching in the mirror as her mouth fell open on a silent cry, as her thick curves trembled, as she opened beautifully around him like she was made for this, for him, for every filthy, loving thing they did to each other. Archer paused with just the head buried inside her, letting the moment, letting her feel him there.

Vivienne whimpered, hips twitching involuntarily, trying to take more as she moaned. ”Mmmmmghhh~~.”

Her walls fluttered around the intrusion, then clamped down hard, a greedy, rhythmic pulse that sucked at him as her mouth had minutes earlier. He could feel every ripple, every desperate little clench as her body begged without words.

”Fuck,” he breathed against the back of her neck, voice wrecked. ”Feel that? How tight are you for me even now? Even carrying my child, this sweet pussy still grips like it’s never letting go.”

He flexed his hips forward another slow inch, watching in the mirror as her lips parted on a silent gasp, as her fingers curled white-knuckled against the dresser edge. Her pussy spasmed again, harder this time, milking the length he’d given her, slick heat coating him to the base of his cock where he still held back.

Vivienne’s head dropped lower, dark hair swinging forward, shoulders trembling. ”Archer, please.”

”Not yet.” His palm slammed down on her round, fat ass. ”I want to feel every second of you coming apart first.”

He rolled his hips in a shallow circle, not thrusting, just grinding deep enough to rub the thick ridge of him against that swollen spot inside her that made her thighs shake. Her walls seized instantly, tight, fluttering spasms that rippled down his length like she was trying to pull him deeper by force.

A fresh gush of wetness coated him, dripping down his balls, and she moaned brokenly, the sound raw and animal. ”That’s it,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. ”Clench for me again. Show me how bad you need it.”