Victor laughed. ‘’I referring to the other one.”
“Ohhh, the other one. Vicky is next door with Maya. She’s sleeping.” With a raised brow, Taylor asked, “Do want me to go and wake her up?”
Victor caressed her ass and kissed her shoulder when the satin slid down her arm. “No ma’am,” he muttered against her skin. “She needs her sleep.”
“Do you need your sleep?” Taylor purred.
Victor shook his head. “Mm-mm. I’m good.”
Taylor slid off his lap and positioned herself between his legs. While on her knees, she massaged his thighs, working her way up to his belt. Victor held his breath in anticipation, knowing that his wife was about to free his rock-hard, throbbing cock from his Tom Ford trousers. “You getting ready to suck my dick, baby?”
Taylor looked up with heavy lids and eyes filled with desire. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m about to suck your dick.”
She made quick work of undoing his pants. Victor raised his hips, making it easier to slide his pants down his legs.
“Sooo fucking big...” Taylor breathed before taking him in her warm, wet mouth.
Victor groaned out loud and sank into the sofa. “Ohhh, yesss!”
Taylor took him in even further, nearly reaching the base of his shaft. It had been so long since he’d had her this way. Victor nearly lost himself. He was struggling not to cum in the warm comfort of her mouth. He fisted a handful of her free curls, either to aid her in her effort or to regain some semblance of control. But control proved difficult when she clamped her lips around him and licked the thick vein along the shaft.
Victor's head fell back against the sofa. He took slow deep breaths in an attempt to keep it together. Taylor's head began to bob up and down as she sucked and stroked him in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, goddamn, baaa-by,” he growled.
Taylor moaned with his cock lodged deep in her throat, causing his entire body to jerk and when she pulled away, his dick was completely saturated. She licked her lips and let out a soft moan.
Victor tugged her hair when she lowered her head to complete the job. “Mm-mm, bring me that pussy,” he ordered.
Taylor looked up at him through hooded lids, and he could see that her need matched his own. She crawled up his body and pressed her lips to his. With her tongue, she coaxed his lips apart and kissed him with a fever that caused him to lose patience.
Victor snatched the robe from her shoulders and positioned her to straddle him. Taylor deepened the kiss and moaned against his lips as their tongues danced. Victor wrapped his arms around Taylor's waist and ground his cock against her clean-shaven, wet pussy.
Abruptly breaking their kiss, Taylor pulled her lips from his and raised her hips. She didn’t have to say a word. The plea was in her eyes, and Victor was all too happy to oblige. He grabbed his dick, and like a missile, he guided it right at her sweet spot. Taylor took the reins and lowered herself on him until her tight pussy started choking his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” Victor encouraged.
Once he was fully submerged in her warmth, Victor inhaled a deep breath. He could have easily exploded at any moment, but he struggled to hold on. Victor slid closer to the edge of the sofa, allowing him deeper access. Since he was already willing himself not to cum, he gripped her ass and controlled her movements. He kept her slow and steady while he drove upward. Soft carnal moaning escaped her lips and traveled directly to his pulsating dick.
Taylor leaned forward, pressing her hard nipples against his chest. She rode him hard while planting soft kisses on his neck. Victor's own moans echoed throughout the room. Taylor’s sweet, wet pussy was milking him of any resistance to drop a giant load in his wife’s pussy.
“Oh, God!” Taylor cried. “You fuck me so good, baby!” Her breathing quickened. In a frenzy, she bounced up and down on his dick. When her thighs trembled around him, Victor knew she was close. “Oh, Victor,” she cried. “I’ma cum, baby.”
“Come on this dick, baby.”
His response was more of a plea than a command. Victor couldn't maintain. Taylor’s pussy was strangling his dick. His own thighs trembled as he struggled to delay his release. But the battle was lost when the warm evidence of her arousal trickled down his balls.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” Victor had reached his end, pulsing and pumping his warm seed inside of his wife.
Thankfully, Taylor followed suit. She slammed herself on his dick and cried out his name as her insides exploded around him. Victor held his wife close. And, together, they shuddered through a release that they’d both needed.
CHAPTER 38
NIYAH
Niyah jumped at the obnoxious shrill of her cellular phone. Without lifting her head from the pillow, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Through blurry vision, she saw that it was her job. “Ughh! Hello.” The hoarse greeting was more masculine than she’d intended.
“Good morning, Dr. Reed. It’s Katima Leer.”
