James wants his wife to suck him

Felicity felt a thrill at his words, a thrill that grew even more intense as she watched him slide his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She had never seen James like this before—so raw, so uninhibited. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her cheek.

"Now, suck me," he said, his voice low and demanding. "We both know how eager you are to be a good little slut." The command was jolting, but she found herself eager to obey, to please him in every way possible. She leaned forward, her mouth watering as she took the tip of his cock between her lips. She had given head before, but this was different. This was her husband, and she wanted to do everything she could to make him happy, to make him feel as wanted as he made her feel.

James groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. He had been dreaming of this moment, of watching her beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock, her green eyes looking up at him with a mix of innocence and lust. He felt his control slipping as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft. The sight was too much for him, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Fuck, Felicity," he murmured, his hand tightening in her hair. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" The words were almost a question, but he could see the truth in her eyes—she was loving every second of this, the power exchange, the dirtiness of it all.

Felicity moaned around his cock, feeling a strange thrill at his words. She had never been called a slut before, never been talked to like this, but it was like a switch had been flipped inside her. She felt alive, alive in a way she had never felt before. She bobbed her head faster, her mouth taking him deeper, her tongue flicking at the sensitive underside of his shaft.