I heard the garage door rumble shut and felt my pulse quicken. He was home. I’d been waiting at the front door, kneeling on the entry rug with nothing but a loose tank top on, nipples brushing fabric, pussy bare underneath.

The lock clicked, the door swung open, and there he was—tired, still in his work clothes, shoulders sagging. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and froze when his eyes found me already on my knees, waiting.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the corner of his mouth turning into a grin.

I didn’t say a word. I just motioned with my finger, slow and teasing, for him to come closer. He dropped his bag to the side and walked toward me.

My hands went to his belt first, unbuckling, tugging his pants open. They slid down his legs easy, pooling at his ankles. His boxers followed—one tug and I had them under his balls, cock hanging in front of my face.

I breathed him in. That musky, warm scent of his cock filled my nose, and I felt my mouth water. I didn’t waste another second. My lips wrapped around his head, tongue flicking over the slit, and then I sank down slow, inch after inch until my throat tightened around him.

His cock pulsed against my tongue, still soft from the day, but it thickened quick, swelling and stretching my mouth until I had to spread my jaw wide to fit him. I pulled back, then dove down again, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing.

“Jesus, Katie,” he groaned, one hand bracing against the wall.

I put my hands on his hips, nails pressing through the fabric of his shirt, and shoved my face forward, burying him in my throat until my nose pressed into his body. My throat clenching, I force myself to hold it, to take him deeper, my eyes watering.

Then I pulled back, gasped quick for air, and slammed forward again. Harder. Over and over. I face-fucked myself on his cock, my throat stretching around the swollen head, drool spilling from the corners of my lips and dripping down my chin.

His hips jerked, toes lifting off the floor as his cock grew rock solid inside my mouth. I could feel it throb, feel the veins bulging against my throat walls as I swallowed him down to the root again and again.

He groaned deep, that sound I know so well, the one that tells me he’s right there. My hands held him tight, my mouth locked down around him as I shoved myself forward one last time, choking on his cock just as he stiffened even harder.

Then it hit. His cum shot straight down my throat, flooding in, each pulse forcing more cum into me. His whole body trembled above me, his breath ragged, as he emptied every drop straight down my throat.

I stayed there until he finished, lips sealed around the base, throat milking his cock for every last drop. Only then did I slowly pull back, dragging my tongue up his shaft, letting his cock pop from my lips wet and glistening.

I swallowed hard, licking my lips, and then stood up in front of him, smiling.

“Welcome home,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him. My lips were sticky with spit, my breath hot with the taste of him, but he kissed me back, his tongue sliding into my mouth like he wanted to taste himself there.

I pulled back, still smiling, wiping a smear of spit from my chin with the back of my hand.

“After the baby goes to to sleep,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing, “do you want my ass?”

His eyes darkened, his still-hard cock twitching at the words.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed.

I grinned, gave his cock one last stroke with my hand before I turned and walked toward the stairs, hips swaying slow, leaving him standing there in the doorway with his pants around his ankles and the promise of my ass waiting for him later tonight.