Page 78 of Till Death Do Us Part

I lowered her feet to the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asked as I pulled out.

My cock instantly missed the warmth of her slick haven as I spun her around. Pressing on the small of her back, I lowered her torso to the flat of the table and pulling her ass toward me, encouraged her feet to spread, with my foot.

Her round ass was stunning up in the air, giving me a view of both holes. Rearing back, I landed a palm on her ass cheek. Her neck swiveled as her stare met mine. I rubbed my hand over the bright red palm print before landing another blow to her other ass cheek. “No questions. Just obeying.”

Her lips curled. “Yes, sir.”

Oh fuck. My wife had been holding out on me. Without any prelude, I speared her, ramming my solid cock into her pussy. Mia called out as she reached for the edge of the table to hold herself in place.

Over and over, I pulled almost out only to bury myself to the hilt. Reaching around, I found her clit and rolled it between my fingers. Mia’s body quivered around me as she tensed under my touch. It was the same as last night with my tongue. She pushed up on her tiptoes as her orgasm rushed through her. The way her core strangled me was both pleasure and pain.

Pulling out, I lifted her, cradling her against my chest. Her eye makeup was smeared, her lips swollen, and her cheeks flushed. Mia was absolutely, breathtakingly stunning.

“Are we done?” she asked.

“Just getting started.”

I laid her on the bed and climbed over her, kissing her toes, ankles, calves, knees, and inner thighs. She called out my name as I lapped her essence. My kisses continued over the dip of her stomach and up the swells of her breasts. As my tongue danced with hers, I pressed her thighs back, pulling her legs over my shoulders and thrust deep inside her.

We were a loud chorus of sloppy bodies slapping against one another. My grunts and her moans were a symphony of sounds uttered since the beginning of time. Mia came again, gripping my shoulders, her lips forming a silent “o,” before biting my shoulder, muffling her screams of ecstasy.

Sensing her bliss, I didn’t slow or allow her time to bask in the afterglow. I couldn’t. This was a marathon, and I wasn’t stopping before the finish line.

When the sensation hit—drawing my balls tight—it was if someone lit a fuse, scorching my body from my head to my toes, ripping me apart from the inside out. Holding tight to her hips, I surrendered to the pleasure as I filled her with everything I had.

My circulation roared in my ears as I panted for air. Beneath me, Mia too was languishing in the satiation. Her eyes fluttered closed.

I lowered my forehead to hers, concern fighting its way out of my dark state. “Do you hate me now?”

Her sleepy eyes opened wide. “Only for making me ruin my hair. I had it all ready for dinner.”

Fucking light—blinding light.

My cheeks rose as I peppered hers with kisses. “Yeah, your eye makeup is a bit…” I touched under her one eye and the other.

“What time is it?”

I turned to the clock. “8:20.”

Mia’s hands came to my shoulders, and she pushed. “Oh God. We’re supposed to be at dinner in ten minutes.”

Laughing, I rolled to my side, freeing her.

“You think this is funny?”

I seized her hand. “I do.”

Mia tilted her head.

“This night turned out a hell of a lot better than the day.”

She leaned close and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry I was so awful to you.”

Today was awful. Lying beside my gorgeous wife and jacking off in the shower wasn’t awful. If anything, it made what just occurred all the better.

Placing my elbow on the pillows, I lifted my head and watched her round ass as she walked naked to the bathroom.