Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 75

The only woman who'd ever inflamed his heart and also his loins with the same intensity.

She wouldn't even whisper the words

"I love you too,"

and he knew that was because she was truly struggling not to moan, and he already knew how she felt about him, so he contented himself to feel the feelings he felt for her selfishly course through his body in a wave of carnal pleasure rather than voicing them out loud with love the way he often did.

He just held her by that tiny waist of her and squeezed, squeezed, squeezed while she made a clandestine effort of throwing her lovely hips backward, rolling her pussy teasingly over his cock in a backwards fashion, as he fought the urge to pull her by her hair and pummel into her so hard that the whole row of seats rocked to the rhythm.

She rolled her hips like she knew what she was doing, but he knew he'd taught her everything she knew to make him need to come in her tight, tight pussy and his heart filled with a surge of husbandly pride.

He taught her well, and she was a good little lover and that combined with her freaky little appetite to make her impossible to resist. He wanted to eat her alive with kisses and mad thrusts from hard fucking but he knew he couldn't maul her the way he would in private, and so he saved up that desire for later.

He couldn't help squeezing her breast hard sneakily under her crisp linen shirt, but Lynne let out a small peep and he knew he couldn't tease her like that anymore, and he let go of her lovely tit.

"Hush up or you'll get a spanking in the rest room," he husked.

That was the secret language that Lynne needed to hear to get off and she shifted herself on his lap several times under the guise of getting comfortable but she was really making clandestine thrusts, driven to wriggle in his lap madly over his cock because the prospect of getting a spanking was arousing to her.

He reached in under her navel and moved her around a few more times, fighting the urge to groan as her tight pussy muscles clamped down around the head of his cock.

He felt her muscles squeezing around him with pleasure, and urging him onwards to come. He buried his nose deep, deep in the citrus scent of her lovely hair with those big, bouncy curls. She intoxicated him.

"Fucking love you so much," he husked into the crown of her hair.

He squeezed her tighter and tighter and she squirmed against him both with her own orgasms and probably she also wriggled because he squeezed her until she was uncomfortable but he couldn't help it.

She was so soft and her hair and skin smelled so fucking good and she was so nasty and naughty for fucking him in a public theater with an usher sitting on duty in the front. He'd never known a woman so freaky and he loved his baby endlessly! She was his, all his to enjoy and no one else's!

He squeezed Lynne tight as he could, as though she would slip away into nothing if he didn't hold on to her so much, and as though he wanted the memory of their very tender, yet public fucking never to slip away.

Finally the warmth and the gooeyness of her tight, tight pussy would not let him escape, and he gave into sensation, that lovely citrusy scent of her hair, the feeling of the feathers of her curls against his nose, the warmth of her body close to his own, the feeling of her labored breathing as he squeezed her tight around her denim waist, the feel of her hot, steamy pussy, the feeling of bottoming out in that tight expanse and the angle in her lap feeling like he was almost pushing past her pussy wall in her perfect stomach, at least he imagined himself taking his tiny bride that way, which excited him even more, imagining the burst of his white cum plowing into her fertile womb. Even if he wasn't making her pregnant yet the fantasy was arousing to him.

He curled his toes in his tennis shoes, as a rope of greasy, gooey come spurted out of him and into her womb, and he felt Lynne throwing her hips backwards to receive his gift and wriggle her hips around excitedly. She liked for him to come in her almost as much as he liked to come into her. Each time was a practice run for when they were going to produce little cubs. He never imagined feeling so tender surrounding his own base need to come inside her.

The sweet, spine tingling relief winded him. Coming in her raw was such fucking ecstasy, nothing felt better! Only woman he'd ever gone barebacked in, only woman he ever would, his little wifey! All he could do was squeeze her tight.

But, when she started to cough he realized he might have been squeezing slightly too tight.

"So sorry baby," he grunted softly.

"That's okay you needed something to hold onto," she whispered understandingly.

He grabbed a handful of napkins and discretely tucked them under her skirt near her pussy to catch his leaky come.

She wasn't expecting him to care about cleaning her up and she whispered-

"Thanks Leify,"

And he grunted in response.

"Of course, you're my wife," he added softly as an after thought.

Yes, she was going to get cleaned up and spoiled, she was his, and wearing his ring, didn't matter how nasty and darling she was, he cared about her comfort and needs more than anything in this earth. The kind of care you gave to a wife.

He felt her stomach strain and he was turned on realizing she was pushing that come out on the napkin like he taught her so it wouldn't dribble down her thighs throughout the movie.

When she was finished she wiped up under the guise of straightening up her skirt, and he took the come laden napkin from her and stuffed it in his own shorts.

"There now, are you comfy, and can you watch the rest of the movie or do you want to take a pee break," he added his voice right above the curve of her ear in a whisper.

"No pee break, might draw attention to me. You helped me clean up nice. I think we probably got most of it. I don't mind if there's a little bit left behind to remind me of how you came in me. It feels good. I feel so warm and naughty. I almost want to do it again," she whispered squirming on his knee.

"You really want to tempt fate don't you, naughty little thing," he added with an indulgent chuckle.

She coughed like she was thirsty.

He wasted not even a millisecond giving her the orange sprite soda she had concocted, which she proceeded to drink like it was the sweetest thing on earth, then hiding in his shoulder while the vampire proceeded to stalk out women conquests, making dumb moves on the screen.

"I can't watch it, I can't believe he just bites them like that," she murmured.

The she squealed as he bit his next victim.

The squeals when he'd just literally had her in his lap a second ago made him almost want to come again.

"Well he's a vampire Lynney, he's gotta live. Besides, God, or Allah, or Buddah or something made your little necks so soft and sweet, he can't help himself. I sure as hell can't help myself," he murmured, clamping down playfully on her neck, necking her.

"Tee-hee, stop it," she peeped.

"Ssshhh! Now you hush. I thought you were a big girl and wanted to watch the R rated vampire slasher. I had no idea you were such a scaredy cat baby and you are making a hell of a lot of noise. I thought you'd get us caught before, fucking, but it looks like you're gonna get us put out because I tickled and necked you," said Leif playfully covering her mouth with his hand.

He shouldn't have done this because it tickled her even more. She hid in his neck and snorted with laughter.

"Here have some popcorn. Need to keep your mouth occupied, and shut, no more laughing and talking you're disturbing the empty theater," said Leif.

When Lynne finally stopped giggling she finally nibbled at the kernels.

"Those girls are dumb. Why would they leave the bedroom window open knowing there is a vampire in the neighborhood," said Lynne.

"Because deep down, they enjoy his fangs piercing them and sucking out their lifeblood. All girls like to be necked, I'm looking right at one. You'd still let me kiss it even if you knew I was a vampire because it feels good to you," murmured Leif.

Lynne started giggling and snorting more. After her laughter was through she sipped more soda and drank more popcorn.

"No I wouldn't!" said Lynne.

"Yeah you would, you've already been letting me. I'm vampire Leif and I suck a quart of your blood every time we kiss," said Leif playfully.

Lynne rubbed the side of her neck as though he'd punctured it.

She reached for the soda and continued to suck until she slurped the straw trying to inhale the remaining soda.

"You want another soda, I know what nasty ass mix you like and I can get another made at the refreshment stand," he said lovingly kissing her forehead.

"No baby, I'm okay, that's more than enough soda before bed," murmured Lynne.

She handed him the nearly empty popcorn bag and rested her head on his shoulder, hiding her eyes through most of the rest of the film, and cheering when the vampire finally met his demise.

Before the lights went up, the usher escaped out the side of the movie theater and Leif was glad he didn't have to make eye contact with the usher.

He half wondered if the usher suspected they were fucking.

He grabbed Lynne's hand and kissed it.

Then he held her hand, swinging it as he escorted her out of the movie theater.

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