Page 123 of Bad Run

“Thank you.” She places her hand on my hip and slides closer, bringing us chest to chest and center to center.

“Careful,” I warn as my eager cock jerks in delight at her closeness.

“I’m tired of being careful.”

“What does that mean?”

The heat of her hand sinks into my body as her hand travels from my waist to my chest. Her aqua eyes sparkle, and a small smile curves her lips up to one side. “It means I want you too, Lance.”

I sink my fingers into her hair. “Hope you know it’s not just my dick that wants you. I want you. I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you. You, my little witch, have cast a spell on me. I’m yours. I know you’re not ready to hear that, but I don’t care. There isn’t a counterspell on the planet that’s going to change my mind. I want you. And only you.”

“Lance?” she asks, wrapping her palm around my neck.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

The words are barely past her lips as I crash my mouth to hers in a hard kiss. Fisting her hair, I tug, begging her to open up. To give me more.

She does.

She tastes like sugar donuts and something else, unique to only her. Something floral and powdery, like her perfume. It’s intoxicating.

I pour everything I’ve got into our kiss.

Our tongues twist and twirl in equal, feverish measure. Gwen lifts her leg and drapes it over my hip, digging her heel into my ass as she rubs her pussy over my stiff shaft. Rocking and searching for friction.

I roll onto my back, taking her with me. Her long legs fall to either side of my body as she slides forward and back over me. I grip her hair harder as I devour her mouth, begging her not to stop. To use me as she sees fit.

Sexy moans of pleasure tickle the back of her throat as she rides me, pushing my shirt up. Only breaking our connection for a second, I jackknife up, tugging my shirt off and throwing it to the side, not bothering to see where it lands.

The only thing that matters is the goddess straddling me.

Her hard breaths and soft moans fill the air.

Releasing her hair, I slide my hands under the thin fabric of her tank top, cupping her breasts in my large palms. Her nipples are hard and begging to be teased. I rub my thumbs over the hardened peaks. Her hips buck at my touch.

Not wanting to hurt her but also give her what she wants, I gently pinch her tender nipples. Gwen cries out and pushes her palms into my chest, bearing down on my cock as she dry-fucks me. My balls contract and my cock weeps as Gwen rides me, using me for her pleasure.

Fighting back my orgasm, I concentrate on Gwen’s body. Her needs. Because the next time I come, it’s going to be inside her.

She’s close to coming. I can feel it. Her nails dig into my pecs, and her legs shake as she swivels her hips.

I give her nipples one last soft pinch, and she comes with a moan in my mouth. I swallow the delicious sound, savoring its flavor on my tongue.

Our kiss slows to an end. She drops her forehead into the crook of my neck, her warm breath tickling it.

“That was hot as fuck,” I say, sucking in air and drawing lazy patterns on her silky-soft skin.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”

“Never apologize for using your husband to come.”

She rears back and looks at me. Lip trapped between her teeth, she searches my face for something.

I flay myself open, laying my feelings all out for her to see.

Gwen is my wife, and I am her husband.