Page 67 of Southpaw Slots

My lips press together to contain my glee. “Oh, yeah? Like what?” I love hearing him say shit he wants me to do to his body.

“Like jerk me, then fuck me.”

My pulse races as my chest gets tight when a groan escapes. “You want me to finally fuck that tight little hole?”

Grasping my hand, he places it on his firm erection, pumping his hips up. “Yeah, I do.”

“You want me to breed you raw, wild card?”

When I stop at a red light, he pulls my chin toward him and gives me a half-glazed look. “I want all your cum to fill me, everywhere. Fuck me hard, maverick. I mean it. Give it to me.”

“Shit… We just dropped off our wife. You couldn’t wait until she got home to start this?”

“Meh. We can play until then.”

As soon as I pull up to the house, we both jump out and head to the pool while shirking off our clothes until we’re nude, hard, and hot. The sun beats down on our backs as we head to the loungers. “You better wet my dick first before I stick it in,” I tell him with a little smile that I know gets him to do whatever I say.

“My pleasure.”

Lying back on a chair, my thighs tingle as he gets between them, running his hands up closer to my dick. His eyes sparkle as he takes his first taste of the tip, and a breathy groan loosens from my chest.

“Wait, wait… I feel bad that Arianna isn’t here. Hang on.” I run back inside to grab my phone, then return to my chair. Pulling up the camera, I video Wyatt and say, “Suck harder.”

With a lavish swirl of his tongue, Wyatt’s green eyes squint under the summer rays as he smiles for the camera and takes my cock whole to the back of his throat. Almost dropping the phone, I snatch it at the last second and release an exasperated sigh of pleasure. “Fuck! God, you’re so good at taking my dick down your throat. Do you know that?”

Getting a good angle, I grasp the back of his head and help him find a rhythm as he plunges repeatedly down my shaft. There’s no way I’ll last until my wife gets home if he keeps going.

“Wait. Stop.” Pressing the end recording button, I text her the video and ask her to please hurry home.

Wyatt dips his head to go lower toward my balls, but I stop him. “I can’t. I’ll fucking come before she’s here.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yeah, and I want tosavethat load for your tight ass. Get in the pool.”

Just so I can avoid the tension building in my balls, I slip in the cool water and immediately feel some relief. If we just hang here until she gets back, I should be okay. My phone buzzes and Wyatt checks it for me.

“She’s on her way,” he laughs. “Hopefully, just like fifteen minutes.”

Setting the phone down, he slides in next to me, and I grip his waist, turning him toward me. His husky voice hits my neck as he leans forward and says, “I thought you wanted to wait. Getting too hot up there.”

I lift his chin up to meet my face, gazing into his eyes. “I was, but now I miss your lips.” Pressing against each other, our mouths latch on as our tongues battle for position. Both our raging hard dicks surge as they combine, his top piercing always hitting me right where I need it most. Grasping his ass in the water, I pull him even closer to me as his arms wrap around my back and neck.

Our foreheads press together as we break apart for a moment, and we share the same air, puffing breaths between one another’s parted lips. “After—after Arianna gives birth to this one, I want you to knock her up with the next.”

His eyes lift to mine and widen. “Are yousure, Ace? Like,reallysure?”

My belly dips with the seriousness on his face. “Yeah. I’m really fucking sure. You’reours. We belong together. And I want usallto be a family.”

“I-I can’tmarryher or, um, you. You know…legally.”

Shaking my head rapidly, I capture his cheeks between my hands, so he stops looking down. “That doesn’t matter. We’ll do our own ceremony, whatever. I’ll buy you a fucking ring. Not bigger than our wife’s, though, ’cause she won’t like that.”

White teeth flash as his smile spreads across his face. “Yeah? Fine.”

“Fine? Just ‘fine’? How about ‘Yes, maverick. I want to be with you both, officially unofficially.”

“Yeah, that. I do.”

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