Page 68 of Swamp Kings 1

He slowly pushed inside her body, eating her sharp cries as he did. Fuck he wanted her out of this dress. He spotted a zipper as he slowly rolled his hips, delivering shallow strokes. She helped him work the top of the dress down, leaning in to kiss her shoulder and slide her bra straps off her shoulders.

“Legend, yes. I need you to fuck me good.”

He turned her upper body and dove on her breast, sucking with a ferocity. He bucked, burying his cock to the bottom of her, rising to catch her sharp scream in his mouth. “Like that, angel? You missed this?”

“Oh! Oh God, yes!”

She reached back and held his head, fingers clenching in his hair as he slid his fingers all over her pussy. “This?” he grit, biting at her mouth while buried to the hilt and spanking her clit with the tips ofthree fingers. Each smack brought a full body jolt and vicious clamp of her pussy on his cock.

“Fuck me! Please!”

“Angel,” he seethed at her mouth, pulling her hair, and brutally kissing her. Every thrust delivered a jolting force as he spanked her cunt until she seized up with her orgasm. More instincts poured in as he banged his cock against the very bottom of her. Her screams of ecstasy boiled the pressure in his back and ass. Fuck, it was his turn. Holy fuck, yes. Yes. The massive pleasure bomb finally detonated and threw him into a literalfuckingfrenzythat lasted a brutally long time. Before he could fear he’d broken his delicate wife, she managed to twist her upper body enough to bring his mouth to hers where she ate his breathless moans, mixing them with her own croons of unfathomable satisfaction.

This was what they shared regularly? What kind of heaven was this? And to inherit such a thing twice in his life had him grateful for his death, maybe wanting to die again. And again if it meant rising to this.

“Legend,” she whispered as he grabbed her breast in his hand and squeezed as he sucked and nibbled.

What did she mean by that? The sex was legendary?

“Legend,” she whispered again, getting his mouth on hers.

“I agree.”

She smiled, stroking his face. “Agree with what?”

“It was legendary. You’re legendary.” He looked down between them. “Your ass is legendary.”

“Legend,” she demanded.

Fuck, he was doing something wrong. “My head isn’t quite clear from the anesthesia,” he remembered to say. “If this was a code word we used for something, I’m sure it’ll come back when my system is clear.”

He removed his cock with a groan when she appeared perturbed. Fuck, what had he said?

She suddenly turned and faced him, that look getting worse. “What’s my name?”

Oh fuck. “Isla,” he hurried, miraculously remembering. “Why?”

Her head barely moved into a side-eying. “What’s mymiddlename?”

He took her face and kissed her. “What is my wife doing? Why is she asking these questions?”

Her fingers worked between their mouths as she eyed him. “My middle name right now.”

He closed his eyes with a sigh. “I don’t know it.”

She shoved him back, eyes sharp. “Iknewit! I knew he was lying, I knewhe was acting weird!”

“Who?”

“That…Kult, man! What’s wrong with you?” Instant fear replaced her anger as she grabbed his face. “Tell me, are you okay?”

He moaned at the feel of her hungry lips on his. “I am so fucking good,” he murmured, aroused again.

She pushed him off. “Why are you cussing?”

He rolled his eyes with a, “Why is that such a big deal? I don’t know why, it’s only words.”

She nodded, petting his face. “You’re right, but… how are you feeling?” She began dressing and he wanted to stop her. “I need to talk to Harlow, he knows, doesn’t he? Why would you think to hide such a thing from me!”

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