She takes me back into her mouth, only this time, her jaw is loose. She wraps her hands around my thighs as I grip her head.
I thrust into her. She moans.
“Touch yourself, Pres. Get yourself off.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She spreads her legs and works two fingers into her pussy. I swear my dick gets harder just watching her.
My hips surge forward, fucking her face just like she asked. Her mouth is so warm. So wet. So fucking mine.
Her moans turn frantic. My spine starts to tingle. “Pres, I’m gonna come.”
Her eyelids start to flutter, and I know she’s right there with me. I let go, shooting my release into the back of my wife’s throat as she writhes below me.
She swallows and then wipes the corner of her mouth, smirking. “Now, about that date.”
Chapter Thirty
PRESLEY
Me
Who’s coming tonight?
Myles
Can’t. Working. Out of town.
Me
Do you only speak in fragmented sentences now?
Myles
Time is money, baby!
Me
Ew. Never say that again.
Merc
Agreed.
Merc
Also, I can’t come either.
Me
Why?
Merc
Oh, I just don’t want to.
Cash
I can’t come either. Taking Taylor trick-or-treating.
