Then I feel the hard pressure as she starts to work the wooden handle against me.
“That’s my good boy,” she murmurs, pushing it deeper with each little stroke.
Cold sweat pops up when she tilts it to rub on the back of my prostate.
“God, Val. I can’t—” A shudder works through me as I struggle not to lose control.
“Fuck me, Sawyer.” She moves against the table, bending to stick her ass in the air. “Come for me so hard you scream.”
I’m already so close, when I sink into her tight pussy, I let out a low gasp.
My fingers dive to her clit.
I need her to ride this crazy train with me.
“Give me one,” I beg her.
The sensation is too much. As her body begins to clench around me, every time my legs twitch, the handle hits that spot inside that feels like a firehose ready to blow.
“Sawyer!” She gyrates against me, thrusting me deeper until her inner muscles begin to contract, squeezing the last bit of resolve I had.
When the round cutter vibrates from her rapid movements, it catapults me into a geyser, spraying her womb with what feels like gallons of burning cum.
I’m a withered husk, erupting the final droplets with shivers that verge on pain.
It does hurt as my nuts still try to spasm from the empty reservoir.
All of the strength tries to leave me.
Pulling out of her spills seed down her thighs.
With one hand, I pull out the evil tool, tossing it directly into the soapy water of the sink.
The other scoops the leaking lines to push it inside her dripping pussy.
“Hold this for me,” I grunt, bracing myself against her sweaty back. “I’m gonna go die in the corner now.”
“I know what I’m buying you for your birthday now.” She holds us both until my legs regain some of their stability. “Because Iknewyou’d like it.”
“You were right.” I grin at her. “That was definitely intense.”
She knots her hand in my shirt, pulling me closer. “I like it when you come so hard, you scream like that.” Her tongue runs over her lower lip as she looks at me with a feral glint in her gaze.
My wife,may be the death of me.
What a glorious way to go.
Chapter 42
Val
God, I feel likecrap.
Every muscle in my body aches. There must be a hell of a flu going around.
Sawyer turns over in his sleep, threading his arm around me.
Fuck. The pressure makes me nauseated.
