Page 13 of Change of Plans

“Fuck, you feel so damn good.” I dug my fingers into her flesh as I held myself still for a moment. “So hot. So tight.”

“Please, Reb,” she begged. “Please, fuck me. I need to come. Please.”

I would have loved to draw things out, but I had no desire to keep things going until Erik and Tanya showed up. Or worse, the chair delivery guys. Nobody got to see Paige this way. With that in mind, I began to move, short, deep thrusts meant to take me to a quick climax. Hers would follow.

“Before the reception, we’re going to find someplace private,” I promised, “and I’m going to fuck your ass again. I want you to feel me every time you move tonight.”

“Yes, Reb. Yes. Please.”

The pressure was building at the base of my spine, and I knew I was close. “If I tell you to finger yourself under the table at the reception, will you do it?”

She nodded. “Yes. Please just come. I need to come.”

“If I let you come, what will you do for me?”

“Anything,” she answered immediately. “Anything. Please.”

Her pleas pushed me over the edge, and as I came, I reached under her and pressed my fingers to her clit, making rough, quick circles until she screamed my name, her muscles clamping down on my softening cock hard enough to hurt.

Fuck, I loved my wife.

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