Page 61 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

I licked up and down her pussy lips feverishly, sucking at her skin, wanting to consume all her arousal, gulp down the evidence that she wanted me.

My hands were on her thighs, gently spreading her wide, and I groaned loudly again as I saw how her clit was flushed and pink, straining with need.

I circled it gently, and a full-body shiver went through me as her hand came down and grabbed my short crew cut.

The feel of her tugging my hair made me want to come right then, and I could feel the tip of my dick dripping precum. My shoulders spread her thighs so wide and I forced myself to slow down, ever so gently press one finger into her slick pussy, making sure she was comfortable.

But she moaned so loudly with one finger that I had a hard time controlling myself, when she started to grind down on my finger like she needed more.

I added a second finger, loving how just those two stretched her pussy.

My tongue was fastened on her clit and I took it in my mouth, sucking harder, and she wrapped both her legs around my neck, smashing my face deeper in her pussy.

“Oh, Grayson, yes,” she breathed, and I groaned, hoping my precum hadn’t soaked through my pants as I gently stroked her inside, curling my fingers in the way she used to love and she let out a throaty wail, her thighs shaking madly around my neck and her pussy convulsing around my fingers.

Her small hands clutched my hair as she rode my face and the feel of her nails clawing down my jawline made my stomach turn over with need, the sweat rolling down my neck and back.

I sucked her clit until her release soaked my hands and face and when she made a last shuddering shake I licked it all up gently. Clementine slumped back against the couch, breathing heavily.

“Watch your back, old man,” she said a bit unsteadily, as I bent over her, picking her up and settling her on my lap.

My cock was aching in my pants, but I wanted Clementine to know how much I wanted all of her.

“Let me take care of you,” I said instead, too tense to respond to her teasing the way I wanted to.

“Clementine, if you want me to beg, I’m begging. Please forgive me, baby girl.”

She hesitated, and my heart plummeted to the ground, when all of a sudden Harvey Adler burst in the living room without knocking.

“I’ve got the lock-picking tools I need! Let’s go steal back my $50 million dollars.”

CHAPTER 24

Clementine

Ithought there was no way my stickler, by-the-books, truth-and-justice-above-all Agent Grayson Bentley would accompany us to break into a safe and steal $50 million dollars.

“This is very illegal,” I warned him, crossing my arms.

“I’d be more surprised if you said it wasn’t,” he retorted.

“Stay here, then,” I tried.

He ground his teeth down audibly. “How about I lock you in your bedroom?”

“How about I kick you in the balls?”

“What about all the babies we’re going to have?” he objected.

“I can have babies with anyone,” I said, biting my lip as Grayson pulled his white polo shirt off to grab a black T-shirt.

His chest was thick with corded muscle.

“You will not be having babies with anyone else,” he shot at me darkly.

“And who is going to stop me?” I retorted, putting my hands on my hips, but I wasn’t in the strongest position with him towering over me, my release still dripping out of my pussy.

“Me,” he said. “I’ll chase and stalk every other man away from you.”

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