Chapter Forty Three

Clint

We spent hours at Phil's, pouring over the information Chad had given us and the results of our own investigations. The kids were sound asleep, and Trinity had dozed off on Stephen's shoulder about an hour ago. We said our goodbyes, and they arranged for cars to take us back to the hotel.

“Night, mate. We'll see you for breakfast in the morning,” I said to Stephen.

“Night, bro,” he replied.

We entered our suite, and I got my son settled into his portable crib before heading into our room.

Mia was already starting to undress, and I took the opportunity to do the same. She looked at me as she stood up, turning to face me.

I started walking towards her, a smirk on my face. “Barney Rubble, huh, Mia?”

She choked back a giggle at the mention of it again. “What was that, sorry? I couldn't hear you,” I teased, moving closer to her until I was barely inches away.

“Even you have to admit it was a little funny, babe,” she said.

“Barney fucking Rubble,” I repeated, a smirk creeping onto my face.

My wife decided to turn the tables, running her hands up my bare stomach and chest. “How about I be your Betty tonight and we can make our own bed...rock, baby?”

“Take your panties off, Betty,” I instructed, watching as she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She started to reach for her skirt, but I stopped her.

“Keep your skirt on,” I said, pulling her down onto my naked body on the bed. “I want to see your naked pussy sit on me for a change.”

She smiled down at me, running her hands over her bare breasts, her nipples hardening at the suggestion. “Sure, babe,” she said, lifting her skirt to reveal her navel.

I reached out to grip her ass, holding her in place over my erection. As she lowered herself onto me, we both exhaled, the familiar feeling of completeness washing over us.

“You're my dirty girl, aren't you, Mia?” I asked, grinding into her.

“Mmmm, yeah,” she breathed, riding me with determination.

She let her skirt drop around her waist and leaned forward to bite my neck. I wanted to feel her hot skin against mine. She smelled heavenly, like sex, her body craving mine as much as I craved hers. I breathed in her scent as she opened her mouth to taste me, to consume me.

I groaned when she bit my skin, continuing to thrust steadily into her. The sound of my pain sent a ripple of pleasure through her body, and I pressed myself against her to soak it all up.

“Aww, you're such a dirty girl, Mia,” I said again, driving hard into her, sliding against her clit. This drove her wild, and she slammed her hips down on me, matching my rhythm. I then slowed and told her to sit up so I could see her breasts. She sat up and arched her back, making her breasts appear fuller than they were. She stopped and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples.

The skirt I had told her to keep on was covering her pussy and my cock that was snugly inside her. I grabbed it and yanked it up over her breasts and then her head, tossing it off the bed.

“I want to see what I'm fucking,” I declared.

“I want to feel you in my mouth,” she responded.

I smiled, slid my hands down her waist, and pulled her off me, the sound of our wetness separating filling the room.

“You want to taste yourself on my cock?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“Dirty girl.”

“I want to suck you till you cum in my mouth,” she said.

“You want to feel my cum sliding down your throat?”

On all fours, she watched as I spread my legs slightly and then sat back on my heels. She could smell her own scent on my cock, strong and sweet. She wrapped her hand around my firm dick, warm and slick from our fucking. She cupped my balls with her other hand.

They were hot and soft, filled with cum. Without hesitation, she extended her tongue, the stud that pierced it glinting in the light, and licked the tip of my dick in a slow, wet circle.

As her tongue moved against my flesh, I sighed and let out a groan of satisfaction. I groaned again, louder this time, when she took my shaft into her mouth and closed her lips around the base.

“Aww, fuck yes, my dirty little girl,” I said, putting my hand against the back of her head as I moved back and forth, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. She let her tongue go soft and lapped up the taste of her own pussy that clung to my cock. She cleaned it off and swallowed her scent, replacing the hot wetness with her saliva.

She swallowed that too as she pumped the base of my cock with one hand and moved her mouth along the rest of it, flicking and circling my tip with her tongue each time.

She put her fingers to my balls and stroked the fleshy sacs that were growing with the need to burst with each passing tongue flick. Her eyes peered up at mine, and she could see me admiring her in the dark.

She took her mouth off my shaft and slowly licked the length of it with her tongue, making sure to cover every inch. She then moved down to my balls and let her tongue poke at each one, lifting my sac and licking the underside.

My cock remained hard as she licked the sensitive spot between my sac and my anus.

“Agh, fuck, Mia! Yes, you beautiful dirty girl of mine, yes, keep licking right there, yes,” I said.

“Sixty-nine,” I said suddenly, lifting her head and climbing over her. I turned her around so that her wet pussy was over my face and her thighs were on either side of my head. My cock was under her face, and she positioned herself so that she could still lick the spot beneath my balls.

“Mmm, you're so wet,” I said, burying my mouth in her and licking like a hungry lion.

This drove her over the edge, and she let out an unexpected groan of pleasure before she could take my dick into her mouth again.

“Mmm, God, Clint, you're so good at eating my pussy, baby,” she said.

“My dirty girl needs to be licked clean,” I replied.

Her moans were muffled as my cock filled her mouth. The way my tongue explored her, teasing her sensitive bud, was enough to make me lose myself. Each lick, each suck, each swallow, was a step further into oblivion.

The pleasure we were both giving and receiving was so intense that, with my eyes closed, all I could see was the promise of a mind-blowing climax just within reach.

We continued to pleasure each other, losing track of time. Our fingers explored each other, her throat took me in, and my tongue worked her into a frenzy. And then, we climaxed.

We came together, our release loud and intense. Our cries of pleasure were muffled by each other's bodies.

Exhausted, I rolled onto my back, the cool air soothing my heated skin. The warmth of Mia's mouth had been intoxicating, but the cool air was a welcome relief. She was just as spent as I was, lying there naked and breathless.

We didn't need to ask if it was good. We both knew. But then Mia surprised me.

“Am I still a dirty girl?” she asked.

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder and I growled in response.

“Come here, Betty,” I commanded.