Page 166 of Petite Fleur

I might be in excellent shape, but I don’t have the same stamina as I did when we met.

Fuck, I can’t even fuck Maeve back to back without needing a break in between.

My girl barks out a laugh and reaches between us to start unbuckling my pants, but I won’t stop her; she still has her bar in, so I can’t get her pregnant right now, anyway.

Thank fuck.

“Bullshit. You’re in better shape than me; I’m the one who has to stop for a breather when Kace and Cole decide to run from me. I’m the one who has to stop during our weekend hikes to ring my shirt out.” She points out with a carefree laugh.

She’s not wrong; my girl may be skinny but not in shape, but that doesn’t change my answer.

I’m too fucking old for this.

“Come on, please? Just one more before I’m 30.” She whines.

God dammit.

I’m so fucking lucky she has that bar in; my self-control is non-existent right now, and she knows it.

She reaches her hand into my pants and grabs my cock, making me groan and tip my head back.

“Please. Fuck me like you hate me.” She whispers in my ear while her thumb grazes over the piercing through the head of my cock that we got done a few years ago.

I open my mouth to ask if she’s sure about this, not wanting to remind her that she can’t get pregnant right now, but she sinks down onto my cock, and all I can do is groan.

I grip onto her hips so tightly that she hisses, but I don’t care. She asked for this.

“Fuck, ma fleur, I’ve missed this. Tell me, did you think of me while you were gone?” I tease.

I stand up and grab onto her thighs, moving us both until I can sit her on top of Matthew, and I can fuck into her how I need.

“Hmm? Did you think of me fucking you while you were gone? Did you miss me?” I tease.

My thrusts start rough and fast, plowing into her so roughly that I see her nails digging into Matthew’s thighs so harshly that he screams out, and blood begins to drip from his leg.

I fucking love it.

“Fuck!” Maeve screams out.

She wraps her legs around my waist and throws her head back while I fuck her without mercy. I feel her walls flutter and tighten around me, and I’m yet again trapped, thinking of anything and everything I can to make this last.

Why the fuck does my wife have a magic pussy? I swear, I’d last 40 seconds if I didn’t distract myself.

“Don’t you dare cum; tell me if you’ve thought of me while you were gone.” I demand when I feel her pussy start to tighten around me.

She whimpers and picks her head up until she can look me in the eyes and smirk. “Yes. Airport security stopped me because I was wearing the little toy you’d gotten me.” She admits.

Fuck.

Think of the Star Spangled Banner.

Oh, say, can you see…

Fuck, that’s the National Anthem.

My girl got caught by security with a life-sized mold of my cock in her.

God damn.

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