“Fuck, Angel. I do love the way you beg.”
Easing my fingers from inside her arse and cunt as quickly and as gently as I can, I reach between us, undoing my jeans and shuffling them down a little so I don’t get my cock caught in the fucking zipper.When I finally free my stiff cock, I give it a squeezing pump, milking some precum up to the tip.
In her desperation, Abbey’s hand wraps around mine, hungrily guiding my cock to her entrance as she rises up.
“I want it in,” she groans, and I fucking grin from ear to ear.
My little Angel is starving.
In unison, we release my cock, and she lowers down over me, her wet slick heat wrapping around me as we both moan.
“Fuuuck, Abs. Sinking into you feels like home.”
She whimpers in response, nodding frantically as our eyes lock under the dim porch light.
“Yes, that’s exactly what having you inside me feels like.”
Fuck. I want to beat my chest like a fucking gorilla, eager to let the jungle know who my mate is.
As I slowly thrust up into her, she grinds down on me, rolling her hips as she goes, sexy little moans falling from her lips.
“Angel?” I groan. “You wanna come?
“Yes,” she pants, “but not yet. You feel so good. I don’t want it to end.”
“Then let’s ride it out together,” I growl, gripping her globes to spread her nice and wide, using them to control her thrusts, forcing her to roll and grind harder.
Laughter floats down the path, and I squint to see who the shadows are headed our way.
Abbey hasn’t noticed them yet, so I keep fucking her, nice and slow, knowing it’s not too obvious what we are doing.
Well… notyetanyway. Give us another few minutes and that might be a different story, but right now, it just looks like we are cuddling.
Clenching my teeth, I try to hold back the groan of pleasure that wants to escape as the five shadows start to morph into the familiar builds of Vender, Murf, Trunk, Stocky, and Trigger.
Fuck.
“Hey, there you are!” Murf calls out, and Abbey stiffens on my lap.
“You two look cosy.” Vender is the first to step up onto the porch, followed by the others.
For fuck’s sake.
Abbey’s eyes go wide, locking with mine. She’s scared we’ve just got caught, and I roll my tongue in my mouth to keep from laughing.
“JD and Jols kick you out?” Stocky asks, taking a seat right fucking next to us.
“Yep,” I mutter, even as the sound of the mattress squeaking inside meets our ears.
Everyone laughs.
Everyone but Abbey, who hides her head in my neck, the pounding of her racing heart beating against my chest.
“Fuck. You think Jols would mind if I watched?” Murf snickers.
“I think JD should be the one to worry about,” I say, trying to sound casual, but it’s a little fucking hard with my cock buried inside the tight hot heat of my wife’s silky cunt.
The guys start talking shit about JD and Jols, probably hoping they can hear, and Abbey shifts on my lap, lifting her hips to try and slip me out.
