Page 80 of Game Changer

Once the laces are fully loosened, the pink corset slips off and falls to the floor, pooling around her feet, along with her wedding gown, leaving her in a G-string exposing her round, plump, bitable ass.

I give it a squeeze. “I am a lucky man, wife.”

“And I’m a lucky woman, husband.”

“Fuck, I like the sound of that,” I say as I kiss down her back. Her body is like a work of art that I have never experienced before.

In my high school and college days, I was a fool, wasting my time with women who couldn’t appreciate the simple pleasures in life. Women who wouldn’t know how to taste a pie even if it was smashed in their face at a carnival. But my cupcake, my wife, she’s all soft yet tight curves, and I can’t wait to explore each and every one of them on the daily.

As she stands here naked, it’s evident that Sydney loves her body—as well she should—and I’ll make damn sure she knows I love it even more than she does … daily.

“I’m in the presence of a goddess, Mrs. Boone.” I nip her ass cheek.

She moans and arches her back, telling me she likes that.

“Your skin is soft as a baby’s butt everywhere.” I cup her other cheek and fight back the urge to motorboat her ass, something that will happen on a night other than our wedding night, and decide to give it a nip, as well.

I kiss back up as she pulls the pins from her low bun, releasing those soft waves down her back.

I move in front of her, cup her face in my hands, and brush my lips across hers while leading her to the bed. I scoop her up in my arms, place her in the middle, then step back and remove my clothes slowly, and she watches, chewing on her pouty lower lip with appreciation.

Standing at the foot of the bed, my eyes roam over her naked body, my desire for her only growing stronger and stronger. I move to kneel at her feet, take her ankles, and spread her legs open. “Your pretty pussy is glistening pink like your diamond. Tell me, wife, are you wet for me?”

I don’t wait for an answer, the urge to taste her too strong. I lean in closer, inhaling her sexy scent, pressing my tongue against her as she fists my hair.

I look up at her from between her legs. “Never has cunnilingus been part of my foreplay, but wife, I don’t think I’ll ever stop eating you every chance I get.”

She lets her knees drop open wider. “I’m here for that, husband.”

“Do you know how fucking good you taste?” I lick deeper inside my wife’s pussy.

“Oh Lord,” she moans. “Beau.”

I love when she calls me Boone; it’s playful and sweet, just like her. But when she calls me Beau, the name given to me bymy mother, it feels more intimate, and I love being intimate with my wife.

I lick her even deeper, and she arches her back and rolls her hips. I can do this all night, and I just might. But as soon as her walls tighten around my tongue, I know she’s ready to come, giving me a little more of the musky sweetness.

I feel my balls tighten as she moans and bucks against me with her release. It’s so freaking hot. She is so fucking hot.

Without breaking contact with her clit, I reach up and grab one of her breasts, gently tugging on it until she presses into my hand, releasing my hair and gripping the sheets beneath us, hips bucking, fucking my face. But I don’t relent, not this time, not like last night, because her moans are growing louder, more desperate, and I love that shit.

I continue flicking my tongue against her clit with expert precision. When she finally reaches her climax, the sounds she makes is better than the roar of a crowd after a touchdown, her body writhing beneath me as she cries out my name.

When she’s done, when she’s panting and breathless, I move up and press my lips against hers, letting her taste the sweet remnants of her orgasm on my tongue.

Her hands are everywhere, roaming over my body, as if trying to memorize every muscle. Her nails graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine as we kiss like we can’t get enough, and I know that’s the truth. As they become more frantic and urgent, she pushes me.

“I want to be on top.”

“Cupcake, you name the position, and I am here for it.” I roll onto my back, and she moves to straddle me.

She grabs my dick like she owns it, and she ain’t wrong—she does. Then I watch as she glides the angry head of my aching cock through her glistening folds and takes me in inch by inch,rotating her hips to accommodate the thickness, the girth I bring to the game.

“My wife is hot as fuck,” I growl and grip her hip with the hand of my good arm.

“And you’re incredibly sexy,” she whimpers as she lowers herself farther onto my cock.

The heat between our bodies, the electricity that sparks when I’m inside her … “Holy fuck,” I groan.

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