Page 65 of Drunk on You

Her eyes widen at the use of my last name, and she squirms in her spot.

“You like that?” I murmur, crawling onto the bed. I’ve already shed my clothes, and all that’s left on me are my briefs. “Being called my name? It’s like I own you.” I spread her legs and expose her neatly trimmed cunt. “Like you’re mine.”

“Who said I’m changing my last name?” she sasses. “Maybe you should change your name to Kingston.”

Some men prefer a submissive wife, one who obeys and goes with the flow. But not me. I love my feisty woman, who keeps me on my toes.

“Is that what you want?” I ask, swiping up her center with my fingertips. “You want me to change my last name to Kingston?”

“It is the better name,” she chokes out.

“How about we play a game?” I suggest, coating my fingers with her juices. “The person who makes the other person come first gets to keep their last name, and the other person has to change theirs.”

I lightly circle her clit, and her entire body shivers in response.

“Fine,” she says. “But you don’t get a head start.”

She sits up and tugs on my briefs, so I shove them down my thighs. My hard cock springs out, ready to be inside my wife’s warm, wet pussy.

She strokes my shaft a few times, and I let her, but there’s no way I’m coming in her hand. So, before she can take it any further, I palm her ass cheeks and drop her back down onto her back.

Without giving her a second to react, I spread her thighs and slide down her body, my tongue landing directly on her clit. I lick and suck it, knowing exactly how to make my woman come.

Holding down her hips, I thrust two fingers into her warmth and devour her like a starved man. She thrashes about, screaming my name, torn between pleasure and anger, but it doesn’t matter because within seconds, she’s coming all over my fingers and tongue.

“I can’t believe you!” she hisses, sitting up, her hazel eyes glassy from her orgasm.

“You can’t believe what?” I argue. “That I would bring my A game when the stakes were that fucking high?” I crawl back over her, pushing gently on her chest so she’s on her back once again. “What’s your name, baby?”

She purses her lips together, refusing to give me what I want. It doesn’t surprise me since my woman is a sore loser. I part her legs with one hand while I use the other to hold myself up, and then I guide my hard length into her hole. Her eyes roll back, and she moans softly.

Once I’m all the way in, I pull back out, and her eyes pop back open.

“What are you doing?” she breathes. “Fuck me.”

“What’s your name?”

“Serious—”

I thrust back into her, and she moans louder.

When I pull back out, she glares.

“C’mon, Red. All you gotta do is tell me your name, and I’ll gladly make you come again.”

Instead of entering her, I grip my shaft and stroke it up and down her sensitive clit, watching as she tries to win this battle. With her soaking wet, it creates the perfect amount of friction, and just before she’s about to come for the second time, I break our contact, leaving her hanging.

“No!” she whines. “Please. I was so close.”

“Just say the words, baby.”

I lean over and press my lips to the corner of her mouth, and she grumbles under her breath. And then I kiss my way down her chest and pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth. I suck on it for several seconds, working her up. When her legs squeeze around me, I release her nipple.

“Okay! Okay!” she cries. “My name is Anastasia Parker. Now, please fuck?—”

Before she can finish her sentence, I’m thrusting into her and giving her exactly what she wants.

Her legs wrap around me, and her arms snake around my neck, so we’re connected in the most intimate way. She pulls my face to hers and kisses me with the same passion that I make love to her with as my wife for the first time.

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