Protective Custody by Wynter Daniels Page A

pursed her five-bill, collagen-enhanced lips. Was she going to cry? She lifted his hand to her breast. He shut his eyes and tried not to react. But her soft, smooth skin felt so luxurious in his calloused palm. And her scent, like exotic spices, attracted him like the sweetest ambrosia. It was no use.
    “You want to make me happy, don’t you? You always say so.” She got down on her knees, opened his belt, then yanked at the button above his fly. “I try so hard to please you. ” She gazed up at him with eyes the color of a summer sky.
    He couldn’t hold back a sigh when she lowered his zipper. His hard-on tented his boxers. “Yes, kitten. I want you to be happy.”
    Reaching into the opening in his shorts, she closed her fingers around his cock. “I do whatever you ask, don’t I?” She raked her long fingernails over his taut flesh. The pain instantly morphed into pleasure.
    “Yes.” God, she turned him on. He loved her silky hair and glossy pink lips. Deep cleavage and firm tits with nipples like rubies. “Lick it.”
    She grinned, then gave his erection a long stroke of her tongue. Only one. “I bought some new lingerie. Want to see it?”
    Just blow me.
    “Now, kitten? Can’t it wait until…after?” He pointed to his cock. “You got me all ready.”
    Her bottom lip quivered in a practiced pout. “But I bought it special for you. ”
    “And you can put on a fashion show for me later. I know how much you love that.” Why did she insist on tormenting him like this every time? Couldn’t she just give it to him like a normal wife? He slid his gaze over her lithe body. How many fifty-two-year-old schmucks like him had a hot, young wife like Veronica? He had to be the luckiest bastard in the entire fucking world.
    “Okay, kitten. Let’s see what you bought.”
    She let out a delighted squeal, then led him by the hand to their bedroom. He propped his feet on the bed and waited as she dragged three fancy boutique bags out of the closet and leaned them against a chair. She opened one and plucked out a slinky scrap of black fabric edged in lace.
    He unbuttoned his shirt and took in the show. Veronica lifted one of those long legs, then the other and stepped into the silk panties. She shook her hips as she pulled them up to rest on her slim hips. Then she spun around. Her perfect, round ass was smooth and tanned, thanks to the tanning bed she’d installed in the guest room. He’d never understood why she needed one when she could lie by the pool most of the year, but she’d convinced him the contraption was necessary by letting him fuck that suntanned ass.
    “You like?” She strutted to the bed and crawled onto it like a predatory cat.
    “What do you think?” He lay back on a pillow and smiled as she took his erection in hand.
    She hovered over him and gave the head of his cock a teasing kiss. “Mmm. Tastes good.”
    “Then eat it all. Every last drop.” He couldn’t resist her games. She was his drug, one that lifted him higher, made him feel better than anything. He knew he was addicted from the start.
    She sucked and stroked and licked. He shut his eyes and surrendered to his lust. His universe shrank to the size of their bed. Nothing existed but the ecstasy Veronica gave him. He’d do anything to protect it.
    Her head bobbed up and down over his cock. She slid her fingers over his balls, tantalizing him with those sharp nails and that naughty tongue. Sweet, hot pressure coiled inside him. He smoothed his hand over her hair, but she nudged him away.
    Oh right. She hated for him to mess up her hair. He didn’t give a shit about all her rules. He’d do anything as long as she kept sucking him and raking her teeth over his flesh. But without warning, she stopped and sat up. She wiped her arm across her mouth and sighed.
    No! “What’s wrong, kitten? Why’d you stop?”
    “I have to tell you something, Eddie Bear.” She fixed him with a pouty frown.
    Not now! “Wait until we’re finished,