Page 50 of Icing the Enemy

“My wife,” I mumble.

“Say it again,” she says, with a seductive grin. And they way her breath catches, causes my dick to jump.

“My wife, Oakley Shearer.”

The words are barely out my mouth before we crash together in a frenzy. Her center presses against me, and I don't know where her tongue ends and mine begins. Filled with sexual desire for this woman, I groan as my hands grip her ass, moving her faster.

She groans, and her head falls back, arching her back. I bite at her nipples through her bikini top. Never have I been so turned on by a woman grinding on me with all our clothes on, but Oakley is different. She’s bringing out the animal in me and not the one that rescues animals.

Untying her bikini in the back, the triangles drape her breast and with one more pull of the strings around her neck, they’ll be mine. She continues to sweep her hot core over mine, then reaches her hands up high, exposing and elongating her torso, and pulls the string tied behind her neck. The bikini falls, and I can’t keep my hands from flying to them. They’re soft but firm with rose petal pink nipples. She looks down, and I look up, my heart racing.

I know we’ve had too much to drink, but I have to ask. “This wasn’t in the agreement. Are you sure?”

“I love doing what is expressly prohibited.”

“Expressly?” I lift a brow while caressing her torso and rubbing my thumbs over her hardened peaks.

She leans down, saying, “That was the legal language in the agreement.” She kisses the corners of my mouth before pressing a long kiss, alternating my top and bottom lips. It’s gentle, the way he sucks me into his mouth.

“Is that a yes? You want me to fuck my wife?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Isn’t that what married people do?”

That’s all it takes to break any inkling of resistance that I’m clinging onto. Honestly, I have none. I’ve kept some physical distance since she stole my truck until tonight.

I take her breast into my mouth and when she arches her back even further, I wrap my forearm around the small of her back, and my other hand slides up the column of her neck.

“You’re going to wish you asked me to stop,” I ghost the words over her silky skin.

“Mmmm, doubtful,” she pants out while I’m stretching her nipple with my teeth. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, she pulls it over my head, then runs her hands over my abdomen. “How did you get so hard?” she asks, snickering. “That came out wrong.”

“Years of training, and I’m so hard, I might come in my pants.”

“Yes, now that sounds like a challenge.” The excitement and desire in her eyes pushes me to the edge. The heat from her center radiates through the thin layer of swim trunk fabric. Crushing my lips to hers, I taste the champagne bubbles in her soft flesh.

Grinding as she chases her pleasure as well as mine. I go back to her breasts, giving them full attention. Pushing them together, I move from one to the other, sucking and nibbling until she cries out my name.

I love the sound of my name coming from her mouth. Her boobs are red and angry from all the attention and when I blow on them, she shivers and lets out a sigh of relief but quickly urges me on. “Perfect.”

Her body shakes and tightens as she climaxes. I’m literally seconds away from blowing, so I flip her over on the couch, pull down my trunks, and my erection springs forward. I fist myself, stroking slowly, then skimming her lips with the tip.

“Bucket list,” I choke at the thought of being inside her mouth.

Her swollen lips feel soft and warm against my head. She sticks her tongue out and swirls it around, then says, “Well, if it’s on your bucket list, I can’t refuse.” And a light bulb goes off because she continues, “This is what you meant when you said, ‘if I stuff your mouth with,’ you meant if I were sucking you off, then I couldn’t talk.”

I grunt in anticipation with every caress of her tongue along my shaft. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about you and this. Have you thought about me?”

“Only a million times. Most of the time, I was mad, but I still sucked you, needing to know how you taste.” She rises to her knees, and they sink into the couch. “Help me. I’ve never done this with success.”

Damn, I’m a lucky man. I hold the back of her head and reposition my stance, standing in front of her. I’ve only been sucked when the girl and I were lying down. She takes me halfway into her mouth. “I don’t think I can get it all. Will you help me?”

I set the pace, pushing my hips forward and controlling her head. She tightens her lips and hollows her cheeks as she sucks me in. “Just like that, baby.”

Threading my fingers through her hair, I keep praising her. “My wife sucks me like a champion.”

My hips piston faster and thrust harder, and she chokes a couple of times. She doesn’t let it dissuade her. Oakley, with her competitive spirit, wants to prove to me that she can make me climax, and I’m one hundred percent on board. When she gags once more, I tilt her head up and push to my toes so we can get a better angle. I want my dick to touch her tonsils.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” My body stiffens, and I yell, “Swallow.” My eyes are pinched in pure ecstasy so I can’t see her face, but she pulls my ass cheeks to her face, taking every single inch, down to the balls, and I come down her throat.

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