Page 123 of Devious Lies

But when I kneel in front of her, I watch as Maria’s eyes fill with heat.

“Luc. Husband,” she whispers and my cock jumps.

My whole life, I didn’t think I needed anyone. I didn’t want to be a fool for a woman.

But I’ve been living one big lie.

Loving someone is not what I thought it was. It is not weakness or poison. It’s a fucking gift. And I intend to hold onto this one with both hands.

Maria is my everything.

I need her so damn much. More than I can express.

My wife is essential to me.

She is necessary.

I need to show her how I feel. So, I do. By taking care of her.

I squirt some of her soap in my hand and rub my hands along her skin. And it feels, it feels cathartic.

Like touching her is all the medicine I need.

“Luc,” she moans.

I run my fingers along her breasts in circular motions, teasing the nipples and lifting and squeezing them.

“I’m so hungry for you,” I whisper and suck one into my mouth.

“Are you sure that’s not just the pozole whetting your appetite?” she teases.

“Nothing against your mother, Baby Girl, but her cooking’s got nothing on you.”

Then, I grin, biting down on the hard little cherry inside my mouth. Maria gasps, then I go back to licking and sucking.

My hands continue on their mission, settling on her hot, dripping pussy and fuck, my wife is so wet for me.

My cock grows even harder.

I know I need to take it easy, which is why I am starting with this.

I’ve missed her so much.

Her taste.

Her heat.

Her submission.

I push her long legs wider, and she grabs my head, helping me reach my destination, which is between her thick, gorgeous thighs.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.

I press my face into her sex and breathe in her scent. It’s lilac and honey and hot, sweet pussy. Her fragrance makes me wild for her.

“Please, Luc,” she begs.

My wife fucking begs. And I can’t deny her. I wouldn’t dream of it.

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