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As one could expect, long shifts tend to take the piss out of your poor husband. In addition to pulling double shifts at Joja, he also came home to help you on the farm in the evenings. By the time he ate, showered, and got ready for bed, he was dead on his feet, crashing into bed and falling asleep almost immediately.
On nights like these, you tried to avoid waking him, despite the fact that watching him work alongside you did funny things to your insides. When your mental fortitude wasn’t quite strong enough to banish the image of a sweaty and shirtless Shane tending the field, you often had to take matters into your own capable hands.
Unfortunately, this time around, you weren’t as sneaky as you thought. That’s how you found yourself in Shane’s capable hands.
It was almost too much. Between the toy inside of you and the presence at your back, you were sure you were about two seconds from blowing up.
Shane cooed softly in your ear, “That’s it pretty girl, just relax for me. You can give me another one, I’m sure of it.”
You release a pitiful little wail, the sound mostly obscured by the hand over your mouth. Working on your third orgasm of the night, you were slowly running out of steam. You continue rolling your hips as you were told, adding more pressure to your clit as full body shudders pulse through you.
Shane just chuckles and presses soft kisses to the skin below your ear. “Poor sweet little bunny. Caught in a trap of her own making. What did you think would happen when I found you out here all by yourself? If you needed something, you know you could’ve just rolled over and woken me up. Instead, I have to find you on the couch, using the cushion as leverage.” He titters at you, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “And you didn’t even ask permission. Since you wanted to get off so bad, I guess you can just give me one more then, hm?”
You struggle, trying to rise from the couch and remove the stimulation from your lower half. There’s a tsk sound behind your ear as Shane drags you back down, removing his hand from your mouth to grab your hips with both hands. He shoves you down into the cushion and moves them back and forth for you, reveling in the pathetic sounds that pour from your mouth. The manageable pressure from earlier becomes entirely too overwhelming and you can’t help but let out another sob.
“Too much. It’s too much—”
He just snickers at your misery. “Should’ve thought about that before you decided you were above the rules.”
There’s a hiccuping sob before your next words, “Please. Not…fair…”
He barks another laugh at you. “Fair? You think I care about what’s fair right now?” He scoffs and adds more pressure to your hips. A half gasp, half whine bursts from you. “You were gonna deprive me of the sweet faces and sounds you make when you cum, and you wanna talk about fair? I don’t think so.”
Your body coils tighter from the scolding compliments, approaching another crest, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Didnt…bother you. You’re s’tired…” There’s not much to be seen in the darkness of the living room, but you can just barely make out the wild gleam in his dark eyes. Shane smiles and drags his lips across your jaw and down your neck.
“Yoba, look at you. You’re s’pretty when you’re fucked out like this. All glassy eyed and dazed. Who needs sleep when I have this view to keep me energized? Gimme another doll, I wanna watch your face this time.” You half-heartedly nod, mind in another plane of existence as you re-focus on the sensation between your legs.
You double your efforts, all but slamming your hips into the cushion. Shane skims his lips over your neck again, suddenly biting down on the soft skin where your shoulder and neck connect. That brief moment where pain blends into pleasure is enough to send you over the edge. Your body tenses, your mouth falls open, and a long keening wail rings through the air.
Shane massages your hips and whispers sweet praises in your ear as you ride it out. When the last of the shudders subside, your world flips and suddenly you find yourself flat on your back with Shane’s head nuzzling the inside of your thighs.
You immediately pull your knees together, trapping his head between them and halting his progress. There’s a muffled growl, almost too low to hear, before your knees are shoved apart by wide set shoulders.
“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetness? Don’t wanna play anymore?” He chuckles and brings his nose to hover over your center. “Such a shame it’s not about what you want.” You make eye contact, tensing at the sight of his wolfish grin. “It’s about what I want. And right now, I want your sweet cunt in my mouth.”
His tongue connects with your core and you shriek, spine arching off the couch. The vibrations from his cruel laugh only serve to drag you deeper into pleasure. He slides a finger into your slick hole, pushing and curling to test the waters, and flicks his tongue over your clit in time with the motions. Mindless noises pour from your mouth; begging for him to stop, pleading for him to keep going, his name chanted over and over and over again.
He slips a second finger inside you and sucks hard on the abused bud between his lips. All cohesive thought has fled your mind. You can’t even remember your own name. The only thing you are capable of acknowledging is that the presence between your legs is wringing the pleasure from your body drop by drop.
Shane lets go of your clit with a loud pop and turns his head to bite into your thigh. Your body jerks with a moan as you squeeze around his fingers. He groans as he lets go of your skin, pressing a gentle kiss to the mark he left in your flesh.
“I would say I’m sorry, but we both know I’m not. Besides, you love when I get a lil’ rough with ya, right? Wouldn’t be squeezing me so hard if you didn’t.” You can’t find it in you to be embarrassed. He increases the pace of his fingers as he turns his head to the other side and gives you a matching mark on the opposite thigh.
Pulling his head back, he murmurs, “Come on baby, sing for me.” He returns his mouth to your clit once again and you grant his request. The incoherent moaning and begging resume as he presses his fingers deeper and reaches that soft spot that makes you shake. The multitude of sensations, combined with lingering pain from his teeth, sends you tumbling over the edge.
Shane coaxes you through the aftershocks, slowing his movements until he comes to a stop. He crawls up your boneless body and presses soft kisses to your brow bone as he whispers to you.
“You did so good for me doll. Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed, yeah?” A weak nod and he’s pulling you into his arms and whisking you away. After a quick stop in the bathroom, you’re in fresh pajamas and tucked into bed. You’re out as soon as your head hits the pillow, missing the gentle kiss and whispered “I love you” as Shane crawls into bed beside you.