Norman Reedus Imagines

Mr. and Mrs. Reedus -Part 3

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HONEYMOON FEVER

 It's been one week since they got back from their honeymoon and yet, Norman could hardly keep his hands off of his wife.

"Babe? Do we need this?" She asked him, holding up a coupon magazine.

Norman was about to respond to his wife when he saw what she was wearing. There she stood with her back to him, hovering over their coffee table next to the sofa in their cozy house in Georgia. She wore one of his old band shirts that were two sizes too big for her and booty shorts. Her ass cheeks showed more than halfway through on both sides, giving her a slight camel-toe. Norman growled like a hungry animal when he saw her plump pussy lips through the cotton blue shorts.

"Toss it." He responded while putting out his cigarette.

Norman walked over to his wife, like a predator stalking his prey. She was too preoccupied arranging the magazines and newspapers in a neat pile, so she didn't hear or feel Norman approaching her from behind. Suddenly, she felt something hard press against her ass. She gasped when she knew exactly what was pressed in between her butt cheeks.

"Norm..." She breathed.

"Shhhh." He leaned over her so his face was next to her ear. "You knew this was going to happen. You were bagging for it sweetheart."

Before she could respond she felt his calloused fingers search her out. Norman moved her shorts aside, giving him access to her already moist womanhood. She whined when she felt his fingertips tenderly brush her folds. He outlined her sensitive nerves with the tip of his index finger, causing shivers down her spine. She pleaded with her husband to finger fuck her already but Norman had other plans in mind. He slowly, dragged two digits up and down her bundle of nerves, collecting her arousal between his fingers. She arched her back like a cat, pushing her pussy further into Norman's hand. He sneered. Her juices dripped down his hand, making a liquid web between his fingers when he spaced them out.

"Norman please..." His wife whined.

"Wanna take my time with you tonight. Make you beg." Norman said before unhurriedly brushing his index and middle fingers up to her little pearl. He encircled her happy button before gently pressing down with his digits, making his wife moan loudly. "Gonna destroy your sweet lil pussy tonight baby girl."

"Hmmm."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He said, circling her clitoris with his digits once more.

"Oh god Norman..." She gasped.

"Dirty little girl."

"Yes daddy."

His fingers stilled for a brief moment. Norman felt the sudden twitch on his erect cock upon hearing her naughty claim. He pushed harder against her pearl, making his wife's eyes flutter shut and her mouth gap wide open.

"Yes you're daddy's dirty girl aren't ya?" He continued his torture.

"Hmmm." She moaned again.

"Aren't ya!? Say it!" He demanded.

"Norman..." She whimpered.

"Say you're daddy's dirty little girl!" Norman commanded.