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“Pleaseeeeee,” squeezes my past gritted teeth, hooded eyes watching my green fabric dance across his shoulder blades. “Pleaseeeee,Wes.” Delighted grumbles add vibrations to the soaking wet situation causing my nails to clamp down harder. “Makemecome.”

Possessive grunts are attached to more ferocious motions.

“Makemescream.”

An even more pitiless push of his tongue is executed.

“Makemeyours.”

Animalistic growls reverberate between my thighs as he abandons the oscillation of playful pressures and teasing licks for crazed devouring.

Wes swiftly stiffens his tongue.

Shoves it inside.

Demands the slippery muscles welcome it.

Worship it.

Know that he is the one to obey.

To live for.

Break for.

Tiny hitches in my breath quickly grow into bigger gasps of desperation for air that my husband refuses to let me have.

Burning in my lungs becomes burning in my blood and nerves and bones until my entire body is not only fully engulfed in flames of ecstasy but shaking so uncontrollably that the very furniture underneath me threatens to collapse from the tempestuousness.

“W…W…” continuously gets caught against the plastic, makeshift gag. “W…”

Familiar huffs of disapproval hit my clit.

Get whipped around my sopping wet pussy.

Fucked into me deeper.

“W…”

His fingers barbarously claw at the sides of my ass as he yanks my trembling figure to his mouth again and again and again.

“W…e…”

Any lingering restraint is instantly severed from hearing me get closer to saying his name.

Giving him what it ishewants.

Earns.

I curl further inward towards the almost unbearable bliss, nails scratching my surrender into his scalp, toes Morse coding my submission against the chair, drips of spit spewing past the corners of my mouth, mere seconds from shattering, simply waiting for one final lick or flick to send me over the edge, yet rather than pick one of the obvious options, he chooses to pull his tongue completely out, skate his teeth along my clit, and end the thrashing with a single, ankle snapping, suck.

“Wesssssssssssssss!” The drenched object falls to my lap in defeat. “Wessssss!” Euphoric heat unforgivingly swallows me whole forcing my legs to snap shut around his head and shudder more. “Wesssss!” Pulsation on top of pulsation summons him to shove his tongue back inside to enjoy the white-hot quivers. “Wessss!”

How long I manage to stay melting against his mouth is unfortunately cut short by a familiar voice appearing on the other side of the door. “Of course.” Clark doesn’t bother knocking since it appears I left the doorcrackedversus entirely closed – the universal sign to knock first. “I’m just so grateful you were willing to keep the kids up this late to see their cousins.”

Wes slides from underneath my dress and presents me with an undeniably smug grin.

Fuckme.

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