Page 60 of Icy Cold Death

Because he couldn’t wait anymore, Beckett moved up her body to get into position.

“Tell me to take you, Claire. Say it.”

Her body shook.

“Beck,” she whispered, struggling to focus through that last orgasm.

“Tell me.”

“Let me ride you,” she whispered. “Let me do that, and we’ll cum together.”

Sold.

Who was he kidding?

That sounded perfect.

Rolling, he put his wife on top, and she did her worst. Claire was damn good at making him cum.

She rode him hard.

Claire offered no mercy as she bounced on his dick, taking him into her body.

His body ached, his balls tightened, and he was forced to watch her breasts bounce right in front of him.

Did he mention how much he loved her breasts?

Well, he did.

“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered as she worked damn hard to get him to cum.

He was close.

“Baby!” he shouted as his own body threatened to betray him.

She stared down into his eyes.

“I love you, Beck,” she admitted as she was breathlessly close to cumming herself.

“Harder,” he begged, loving when each bounce sent shockwaves through his body.

Beckett was losing this one.

He was so close.

God.

He was going to cum.

Now, he had to make sure his wife came too.

His fingers found her swollen clit, and he used the wetness to get her off.

It didn’t take long.

“Now!” she hissed as her body broke apart, taking him with her on that ride.

The colors exploded.

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