Page 151 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“So much better,” she moaned as her hands brushed over my shoulders.

“Catch, give it to me. I want to take it down my throat,” Bianca purred.

Her sexy slanted eyes drew me in.

I grinned devilishly and moved off her, pulling her body to the edge of the bed. She rested her head back over the edge.

“Play with your pussy while you take this dick,” I ordered, flashing her a wicked grin.

Bianca wrapped her small hand around my cock, her fingers unable to meet around the girth.

With one leg bent, she dipped her fingers into her folds as she flicked the piercing with her tongue.

A zing of pleasure ripped through my body.

“I want you to make it disappear, bombshell.”

A huge grin hit her pouty lips. “Gladly.”

She opened wide, taking me deep down her throat.

I fucked her mouth like it was her pussy. Delivering fast deliberate strokes. Her tongue working expertly as she found her rhythm. She reached up and juggled my balls.

Fuck, my wife sucked my dick so good. If I didn’t stop her, I’d come. And that wasn’t going to happen. Not that I needed to come in her pussy. I just loved painting her walls with my sperm.

Little did my wife know she was already pregnant.

Was it wrong of me to keep track of her cycle? Well, of course not she was my fucking wife.

I pinched her nipple before I threw my head back enjoying the sensation her warm mouth gave.

Letting her go to war knowing she was carrying our child was dangerous. If I told her she couldn’t go I would’ve had to tell her she was pregnant. What was I waiting for you might ask? Honestly, for her to figure it out.

You see I switched out her birth control pills when she started a new pack. They were tiny vitamins that looked identical. So when she ran around changing the hiding placesit didn’t matter. Because I knew the pills wouldn’t protect her womb against my strong swimmers swimming upstream. The little show I did in the kitchen placing her legs up in the air so my sperm would reach her womb was just a performance.

Her body convulsed as she took me deep into her throat gagging around my cock.

“Fuck, Bianca.” I felt my balls tighten.

I eased out of her mouth before I lost control, my chest heaving as I raked my hands through my hair. “Your mouth is a fucking magic box,” I said breathlessly.

Bianca moved back to the top of the bed, reclining against the pillows with a cocky smirk lifting those pretty plump lips. Her confidence was intoxicating.

My hard cock bobbed as I moved onto the bed wasting no time gripping her thighs and slamming into her warm, wet core.

Her hands twisted in the sheets as she cried out. “Oh, Callum, fuck me good.”

“Take this dick, Bianca,” I growled, my pace quickening.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, a sight that drove me even wilder. I kissed her ankle before circling her clit with my thumb.

“Come for me, bombshell,” I commanded.

Bianca’s back arched off the bed as she came hard, her slick walls gripping me tightly. I hovered over her, one hand curling around her throat anchoring her to me.

“Keep your eyes on mine while I fill this sweet pussy with my cum,” I ordered.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and obedient.

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