Summer’s popped to a stand in front of me, hair wild, gaze fierce.She’s pulled her jeans most of the way up to her hips, but she’s still unzipped.That tiny strip of fabric that’s supposed to pass for thong panties hasn’t quite found its way back into position.She widens her stance and looks right at me, blue-gray eyes locked on mine.
My mouth falls open.Something’s happening here.I find myself leaning back into the sectional.My palms are sweating.
She’s fucking gorgeous.Wild.She’s playing with me.If there were a pole up in here, she’d be sliding and spinning on it.
I grab the remote, which works for the sound system as well as the TV.I hit play.I have no fucking idea what kind of music is cued up, but I don’t think it matters much at this point.
“Do it,” I whisper to her.
Then the beat drops.I think we lucked out, because I hear the crunky backbeat of old-school hip-hop, and Summer takes her cue.She crooks one slender hip high and stretches out the opposite leg to the side.Her legs are strong and slim and long.Capable.And I know what they feel like wrapped around me.
They feel just right.
She reaches an arm straight over her head, fingers splayed.She presses her other open palm to the front of her throat, throwing back her head, hair swishing.
The beat pounds.Summer slides her hand down from under her chin, down the front of her T-shirt, down her sternum, down the center of her belly, until she shoves her hand into the useless thong.
She’s touching herself.
All the blood rushes from my brain and takes up residence in my dick.I’ve never seen anything anywhere near this hot.No doubt about it—she’s fuckin’ with me.Hard.Maybe even in response to the spanking.
I’m good with that.
I bounce my chin up and down to the beat, enjoying the show.She’s hitting me with a series of slinky, snakelike movements of her whole body, all the while her hand is still moving on her silky pussy.I see her breasts heave in and out as she dances, touches herself, and it’s everything I can do to stay seated.
My fingernails are digging into the couch cushions.
She suddenly removes her fingers from her thong and does something I will never forget for as long as I live.When I’m eighty-five and being wheeled around the ranch to look at the cows, I’ll think back on this moment and know that I lived a good, good life.
Summer bends straight from the waist and reaches out to me, a wicked smile on her lips, long hair swinging.She slowly walks her fingers up my chest to the beat of the music, and then gently taps her fingertips to my mouth.I breathe her in, pulling her sweet scent into my nose.
With a featherlight touch, she drags her fingers along my lower lip and then walks them into my mouth.
I grab her wrist and swirl my tongue on the tips of her fingers, much to her delight.
She laughs, pulls away, and in another graceful series of movements, she pulls her shirt off over her head, then swings her head in a wide circle, hair flying, the shirt dangling from her hand.She lowers her chin and looks right at me, breathing hard, those spectacular breasts barely contained in the skimpy bra.
She drops the shirt to the floor near her boots and drops to her knees, where she unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my jeans, and pulls them down past my hips.Her hands go to me, like hot silk on my painfully hard cock.She raises her gaze to me and lowers her mouth.
This girl’s too much.This girl’s mywife.
I let my head flop back, close my eyes, and rake my hands through my hair, trying to collect myself.Holy shit.How does she know?How does she know exactly what I like?The way her fingers touch me, the way her tongue slides up the underside of my shaft, the way she swirls her tongue on the head of my dick—how does she know?
Oh, oh…She’s taking me into her mouth.A lot of me.Her mouth is velvety soft and warm, and I know I’m not going to last.
Does she even know what’s about to happen?
CHAPTER 31
Declan
And then she stops.It’s over.
“Declan.”
I look down at her, touch her hair.The sweetest smile plays on her wet lips.“It’s okay.I want you to.”
I stroke the side of her face.“Are you sure?”
