Page 54 of Wife Number One

Fucking hell, I hadn’t thought about Kara in years.

Liar.

Fine. I’d thought about her. Not every day. And never enough that I couldn’t get hard with Amber’s mouth wrapped around my dick.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I sat hard on the bed, dislodging my dick from Amber’s mouth, but she scrambled forward, pushing her way between my knees and bobbing over my cock like it was an Olympic sport.

“Come on, baby. Relax,” she murmured. “What’s got you so tense?”

“You fucking talking,” I bit back.

It was mean and I knew it. But she laughed, pulling off to gaze up at me. “You’re such a grump today.”

I pushed her head down and flopped back onto the bed, resting my laptop on my chest. I hit the power button and waited for the piece-of-shit computer to whiz and whir its way into life.

I closed my eyes while it did its thing.

Kara’s image flashed to life behind my eyes.

Her staring up at me.

Like something out of every wet dream I’d ever had.

My dick got hard.

I pretended Amber’s mouth was Kara’s. Pretended it was her naked in my bedroom, ready and willing to let me touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her sweet holes with my tongue and my fingers and my dick.

I groaned, precum beading on my tip.

I opened my eyes and logged on to the online class dashboard, where a small envelope notification in the top right-hand corner told me I had one new message.

I knew exactly what it would be.

For the tiniest of seconds, I wished there was someone here to hold my hand.

Someone who wasn’t Amber.

“Just fucking do it,” I muttered to myself.

“Do what?” Amber asked.

“Make me come,” I told her, though that wasn’t what I’d meant at all.

She lowered her head, licking my balls and making my eyes roll back with how good it felt.

I clicked on the notification.

Skimmed over a bunch of lines about how the scores were worked out.

Scrolled lower to the actual results page.

I slammed the laptop closed. My erection instantly dead. I sat up and pushed Amber away.

She rocked back on her heels, her forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s the matter? You were so close.”

“Get out,” I muttered.

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