Page 56 of Icy Cold Death

There were no truer words spoken. There was no way he’d ever leave her.

Ever.

Claire knew what he liked, and she gave it to him. Her mouth trailed down his delicious abs, and headed toward the big prize.

God.

Her husband’s dick made her giddy.

When she grabbed his erection, roughly, that heat shot through him. His body ached, his body shook, and he knew what was coming.

HIM.

Yeah, this husband was getting head.

“God! Yes!” he whispered, the second he knew what she was planning. Oh, he wanted nothing more than his wife’s mouth on his flesh.

Claire slipped him between her lips, and stroked him at the same time.

The response was exactly what she expected.

“Yes!” he shouted.

It was clear what he was thinking about.

Beckett was focused on his wife.

“More!” he whispered.

His wife was a dick tease, and she drove him wild with hand and mouth. She stroked him with her fingers while tormenting the tip of his dick with her mouth.

His body reacted.

How could it not?

“GOD!” he muttered. “Please don’t stop!”

Oh, she didn’t plan on it.

When she took him deep down her throat, the wild, moan of pleasure was so animalistic.

It was mate-to-mate, and it sent chills across her body, tightening her nipples and making her wet.

How could it not?

This man was sexy as sin.

Claire worked her husband’s dick to the point that he was only thinking about cumming. She loved when he was lost in it.

He was normally quiet, but when his wicked Native was giving him head, he lost control.

Easily.

Beckett’s hand found her hair, and his fingers knotted in the dark tresses. Slowly, he took her deeper and deeper until she couldn’t swallow him anymore.

His body reacted to her deep throating him.

This.

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