Page 165 of Bad Run

Lance sticks his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and boxers and shoves them off his hips and down his legs, his hard cock springing free. “Is your pussy begging for my mouth too?”

“Yes,” I whimper as I tread water in the middle of the pool.

The hungry need for my husband grows as I watch him kick the offending fabric around his ankles to the side and grip his thick shaft, stroking it from root to tip.

“Lance.” His name is a whisper on my lips. A plea for him to touch me.

He listens and dives into the pool headfirst, reaching me in seconds. Water cascades down his hard body as he stands and brushes the droplets off his face and then grips my hips, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, aligning our centers.

“I love coming home to find my sexy wife naked and needy. Begging to be fucked.”

“I love when my sexy husband comes home and fucks me in the pool until I come screaming his name.”

“Witch,” he hisses as his cock twitches between my legs.

He crushes his mouth to mine in a hard, wet embrace. Ravenous and hungry, we attack one another, our tongues grappling for control. This kiss is rough and needy. Passionate. Uninhibited.

I give as good as I get. Lance bites my bottom lip with his teeth as I nip his upper one. He swirls his tongue around mine, sucking, as I rub my pussy over the stiff ridges of his cock.

His mouth moves lower as he hoists my body higher to meet in the middle. One hand on my ass, the other on the back of my neck, Lance tilts my head back and attacks my neck and chest, sucking at my heated flesh and marking me.

My eyes fall closed as his hot mouth finds my nipple. Tongue swirling, he sucks the hardened peak into his mouth, then pulls off with a pop and switches sides. The deep pull of the sensitive bud tugs at the invisible string connected to my core, making my clit throb.

“Yes. Right there,” I hum as I dig my nails into his shoulders and slip his cock through my slit, covering him in my arousal. “Don’t stop.”

Lance rears back. “You sure?”

I cup his scruffy cheeks and stare into his deep blue eyes. “I’m sure. Every time I look at this pool, I want to be reminded of how good you made me feel as you fucked me under the stars.”

“You undo me, Wife,” he mumbles, the same words he did when I told him I love him for the first time.

He’s not the only one undone and ruined beyond all recognition by our love.

“And you undo me, Husband.” I notch his cock at my entrance. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I kiss his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He covers my mouth with his, kissing me with everything he’s got.

Love and lust mix into a heady combination as I slide down Lance’s length, his broad tip spreading me open.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good. So tight.” He rests his forehead on mine as his cock throbs deep inside me.

“More, please,” I beg as I try to buck my hips, but Lance’s grip on my ass keeps me still.

“Be good, little witch. Or I won’t let you come.”

“No, please,” I whimper as the coil in my lower belly curls tight. I press kisses to his throat and jaw. “I promise I’ll be good.”

Lance slowly slides me up his length, then quickly slams me down on his cock. Air catches in my lungs as he buries himself deep, and the twinge of pain turns to pleasure.

“Breathe, love.”

I do as I’m told, breathing in the remnants of Lance’s masculine scent on his neck as I cling to his body, releasing my control to him. My body trembles as Lance picks up his pace, moving inside me in unhurried strokes.

“That’s it. Let me inside your pretty pussy.”

The friction between the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs and the base of his cock grows hot and tingly, coaxing my orgasm forward.

“You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like a good wife.” He growls as my muscles flutter around his dick. “Fuck, it feels so good when your pussy refuses to let me pull out and sucks me in deeper.”