Page 73 of Broken Rules
“God damn, Peaches, give me that pussy,” I rasp, swiping my tongue along her fingers.
She chews on her lower lip, looking down at me while shaking her head, and squeezing her tit. “You gotta watch your wife, Lex.” Moaning, she rolls her head back the faster she rubs her clit. “Watch her pleasure herself thinking of your mouth.”
A low growl leaves my throat as I knead her ass, my chest rising fast while she hovers, slipping her fingers deep into her pussy.
“That’s right. Make yourself come, baby.”
Her moans fuel the urge as she plays with the piercing above her clit with her thumb, and I swallow deeply, my dick throbbing, begging to be stroked, to be sucked, anything to relieve my aching balls. My gaze flicks between her pussy and face, from the pleasure taken and given, wanting badly to help her, for her to suffocate me in the best way.
She uses my chest to lean back on her hand, moaning while working her cunt as I squeeze her ass, breathing hard against her thigh. Kissing, licking, unable to help myself until she’s crying out and drops to my mouth to ride her release on my tongue—I grunt, sucking her pussy as if my life depends on her cum.
Rubbing her ass, I slap both cheeks, making her whimper until her thighs shake, easing away from my mouth, not giving me a chance to breathe as she drags her nails down my body, and I groan the second she grabs my dick and licks base to tip, teasing the bottom of my head with her tongue with light flicks.
“Where’s your lube?” she asks, and I stare at her, roughly panting, my pelvis thrusting forward as she gently strokes the base of my shaft.
“Nightstand.”
Evie crawls toward the drawer, and I rub her ass as she takes her time searching, smirking at me with the assortment of toys from a dick-shaped vibrator to anal plugs, probes, beads, you name it, still in the packaging—all purchased throughout my voyeur visits. “That’s some collection you got.”
“Plan on getting familiar with each one. Morning, afternoon, and night.”
“Oh?” She removes the probe from the box, eyeing me with a quirked brow. “Well, I accept your proposal, but how hard doyouwant to come tonight?”
“Peaches, you could blow on my dick right now, and I’d come on the spot.”
Giggling, she puts the toy back and grabs the lube, biting her lip as she slides to the edge of the bed. “Let’s find out.”
My smile falls as she leans forward, settling between my legs, my cock rubbing against her stomach, between her cleavage. I close my eyes, humming when she grabs my shaft and rubs the tip along her nipple.
“Eyes on me.”
With heavy lids, I open them as she caresses her tits with lube and down the plane of her stomach while she bites her bottom lip, her head rolling back the closer she gets to her pussy, and a low groan leaves my lips when she skips over her mound to grab hold of my dick.
She moves her grip below my head with slick jerks, and I suck in a sharp breath, already getting close again. “Slow down, baby.”
Evie spreads my legs wider, rubbing my inner thighs down to my groin, and I let out a deep hum as she sucks my balls, stretching my arms above my head while she gets back to stroking my dick.
“Look how ready you are for me, Lex.”
I’m panting harder when she rapidly strokes my head within her fist. The wet pumping on top of the constant building pleasure has me grunting, gripping the pillow behind me, my stomach clenching, almost fucking coming until she pops off, and I whimper—fucking hell, what is this woman doing to me?
Evie exhales a deep, shaky breath, her chest rising almost as fast as mine, like she’s also on the verge of coming while staring at how deep red my dick has gotten.
“Lex…” she moans, straddling my lap, and I grab her hips as she slowly rocks her pussy on my shaft pressed along my stomach. “I want to feel all of you.”
“Condoms are in the drawer. Can’t promise I’ll last long, but go on. Ride my fucking cock.” Evie leans over to grab a rubber, her slit gliding along my length, and she inhales a quick breath as I buck forward from the pleasure—my head tips back, gripping her thighs hard when my dick slips inside her tight wet pussy raw. “God damn, Peaches. Fuck.”
She stills, using my chest to keep upright while panting fast, the condom in her hand. I urge her to start moving, lifting to grab her throat while kissing her sweet mouth, guiding her along my dick by her ass until both of us are thrusting, breathing hard, holding on tight.
I break our kiss and moan while watching her pussy take my cock. “That’s right, baby. Keep riding me.”
She takes sharp breaths while picking up her pace, moaning, gripping the back of my head to bring my mouth to hers, and I match her strive until my balls draw in tighter. Shifting where she’s on her back, I spread her legs wide and pound inside her pussy as the need to come takes over, then I slip out. Taking hold of my shaft, I jerk my hips forward, stroking, exhaling a low, gritty moan as pulsating pleasure travels to the tip of my dick, my cum shooting onto her mound, and Evie watches every second with jagged breaths.
Using my cum, I make her squirm, bearing the sharp sensation while tapping her clit with my head, quickly rubbing until she squeezes my thighs with trembling fingers, moaning my name while another rush hits, then pushing me to ease back. I lie on her chest to wrap her legs around my waist, and we hold each other, relishing in our hearts rapidly beating, her fingers running through my hair while we come down from the high—her gaze stays on mine, seeing the rest of my life in her eyes. It’s the best feeling in the world, finding my person, and I’ll shout it to the rooftops.
I love my fucking wife.
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