Page 120 of On The Rocks

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Take it all like a good wifey.”

The ache between my legs was so strong it was almost unbearable, and I moaned around his cock.

“Fuck yeah,” he rasped.

Spurred on, I did it again. The vibrations made my husband’s cock twitch. I looked up again to see his eyes fixated on what I was doing with my mouth.

“Fuck, wife. Look at you sucking my cock so pretty.” His jaw clenched, and he began to thrust gently. His hand went from my face to my hair. He took a handful in his fist and bunched it again, watching my expression as he fucked my mouth harder. One hand went to his thigh, and I gently began to scrape my nails over his skin as he thrust against my face.

My free hand snaked up his legs. I gripped his ass, pulling him in deeper, and I moaned around Callum’s cock, my nostrils filling with a laundry scent mixed with the hint of clean musk that was all him.

“Fuck,” he bit out, his hips rearing back. “Baby. Gonna come.”

I looked up into heated dark blue eyes, and despite the ache of my slightly bruised lips, I beamed. “Really?”

His hands went to my armpits, and he hauled me up his body. “Climb on.”

Swinging one leg over, I settled on top of him, my hands sliding up through hisawesomechest hair.

“Fuck me, wife,” he ordered huskily. “Do it hard.”

I lifted my hips, reached down, and took him in my hand. Then, finding the special notch made only for my husband, I held it there and slowly slid down onto him.

Callum’s head stretched back, the muscles straining in his neck, and he let out a long, deep moan, muttering, “Hottest little cunt I’ve had.”

I’d never been on top before, and I loved the new sensations the position evoked. I was so filled up with Callum that I ached with how big he felt inside me. Slowly, I tensed my thigh muscles, lifted, and slid all the way down, taking every inch of him inside again while letting out a tiny whimper.

Callum’s fingers dug in my ass, and he urged me on, lifting and circling his hips, almost dance-like in time to my rhythm. His thumb hit my clit, and I threw my head back, letting out a cry at the pleasure pulsing through my body. Blindly, I reached out, trying to find purchase in the slats of his headboard, and gripping onto them for leverage, I began to fuck my husband.

“Jesus fuck, yeah,” he rasped. “Give me that tight little pussy.” His fingers dug harder into my ass, and he began to thrust up into me, meeting my gyrating hips as they circled, urging me on as I bounced up and down on his cock.

The walls of my pussy clenched, and I knew I was about to come.

Callum must have been aware of it, too, because his thumb circled my clit harder, and he pressed down, all while telling me how hot I was and how much he loved me.

The orgasm ripped through me, and I cried out. Callum pulled my body close while continuing to thrust up into me and latching onto a nipple with his mouth. I shook from head to toe, soaking up the sensations that lit me up like a firework. Eventually, as I came back down, I felt Callum’s cock thicken inside me, and he released my nipple and moaned. His hipsbucked, and warmth flooded my pussy as I felt him come deep inside me.

“I just saw stars,” he breathed into my neck. “And it was incredible.”

Leaning back, I went to slide off, but his fingers dug into my hips, keeping me in place. “Not yet, wife. Stay where you are. Let my cum do its work.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“Keep it where it is,” he went on. “Need to keep you filled up if we’re gonna get those babies. Gonna have to do that every fucking time if we want you knocked up.”

“I thought we were going to wait?” I murmured.

His eyes met mine. “Wait for what? We’re married, and we’re in love. Let’s fucking do this.”

My heart bounced with glee. I shouldn’t have liked it, but my husband’s words wrapped around me like a blanket and made me warm.

Who would’ve thought that Callum O’Shea would want ginger-haired babies with me, nerdy Maeve Monroe?

How could my life be so utterly beautiful?

“Get comfortable,” he said softly. “Gonna keep you here until I get hard again. Then we’ll go for round two.”

Leaning forward, I rested my cheek against my husband’s lovely hairy chest, with no tufts to speak of, and heaved out a satisfied sigh when I felt his fingertips draw lazily on my bare back.

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