Page 157 of On The Rocks

My heart jolted at the way he looked at me like I was his entire world.

“Love you, wife,” he said huskily. Then, his strong palm pressed against my sternum, pushing me back on the bed.

My heart rate sped up.

Callum nudged my legs apart. The pleasure-pain from his fingers digging into my skin made my thighs ache with need.

He moved to his knees, staring at my exposed pussy. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, fisting his cock. “Gonna eat till I’m satisfied, then fill you with my cock.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered, heat licking at my belly.

He leaned down until his face was level with my cunt, then his hands slid under my thighs, and he held me to him and blew hard.

Warm breath skated over my clit, and I moaned. Then suddenly, his mouth was on me. Callum’s mouth seemed to be everywhere, his tongue flicking my clit then moving to spear my core. I whimpered and then cried out as he began to fuck me with his thick finger before adding another.

“Come in my mouth,” he growled. “Give it to me, Maeve.”

I went up on my elbows and looked down, watching my husband feast on me. His stubble grazed my sensitive skin, and I couldn’t help my hips from thrusting against his mouth as my orgasm started to build.

His fingers fucked me deep and fast, and his lips sucked gently on my clit.

My hips twisted, and my walls clenched. Then I threw my head back and let out a loud cry as my orgasm hit me like a juggernaut.

My climax ripped through me, making my entire body buck and jerk uncontrollably. Callum pressed down on my belly, holding me in place as he ate me for what felt like forever until, eventually, my orgasm slowly faded, and I floated back to earth.

He kissed the inside of my thighs. “Good little wifey.” He crawled up my back until we spooned, sliding his hand under my knee to lift it up so he could gain access. I felt pressure when he slid his cock through my wetness before positioning himself and thrusting inside me to the root.

I cried out with pleasure.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled, sweeping my hair to one side and kissing the back of my neck. “Love your hot little pussy.” His fingers slid to my clit, and he began to circle it while he fucked me hard from behind.

Everything pulsed. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, my voice a whisper as warm lips hit my neck, gently pulling at my skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

Callum moved his cock inside me with hard, rhythmic strokes. I hissed at the pleasure-pain of his big dick stretching me. My pussy clenched, and he let out a deep moan while he shoved his face into my neck and began to pound harder.

“Fuck, Maeve. You gotta come.” Callum lifted my leg higher and rutted into me while pressing down hard on my clit with his thumb. “Baby. I can’t hold back.”

The feel of his cock deep inside and the pressure from his thumb made my pussy contract again. My head writhed from side to side as my nerve endings exploded. I whimpered with pleasure as my body arched until it was almost contorted, and my orgasm hit me from out of nowhere.

Callum’s groans indicated he was there, too, and I moaned as I felt his cum warm me from the inside. He buried his face in my hair as his orgasm hit. “Jesus, Maeve.” His hips thrust uncontrollably until, eventually, they began to circle and slow before my husband’s grunts turned into a satiated hum. He sighed into my hair and wrapped his arm around my waist while he languidly slid his cock in and out, milking the last of his cum.

“Love you,” I whispered, my eyes already heavy after my two earth-shattering orgasms.

“Love you, wife,” he replied softly.

My bones were weightless, and the warmth of our bed made my eyes droop.

A satisfied smile washed across my lips, and I began to drift off to sleep, with a fresh laundry scent enveloping me and my husband’s hand covering my heart, keeping it safe.

EPILOGUE

CALLUM

Three Months Later

In the words of Billy Idol... It was a nice day for a white wedding. Or at least in our case, it was a nice day for a marriage blessing.

Most couples renewed their vows after a huge milestone or big life event. They didn’t often do it six months after their first wedding, but then, Maeve and I did make a pact to live by our own rules.

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