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“I’ll make sure you feel that daily. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen, and you deserve to feel that every damn day.”

She presses her lips against mine, and nothing about this moment is rushed. Rory takes her time unbuttoning my shirt, letting it hang open for a moment before she pushes it off my shoulders.

I fall to my knees in front of her, kissing from the inside of her thigh down her leg before carefully removing her heel, repeating the same actions to the other leg. I help her stand up before slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress. The dress falls to the floor, a pool of white fabric, and she kicks it to the side.

I’ve kept myself composed so far, but the sight of what’s underneath her dress sends all of my blood south.

“Goddamn. My wife is so fucking sexy.“ This is another new set, white and lacy. Her top is a strapless bustier, perfectly fitting her curves, with a thong to match.

“I love getting new lingerie sets because you always look at me likethat.”

“And how isthat?”

Rory wraps her arms around the back of my neck. “Like you’re struggling to control yourself. Like you’re feral for me.”

“Same way I felt when I saw you with my name stretched across your back.”

“Ourname, husband. I’m a Pierce now.”

I smile widely. “Do you want to be a Pierce? Do you actually want to change your name?”

“Yes,” she breathes, brown eyes capturing mine. “I want your name.”

“Rory Pierce,” I say, unable to mask my delight. “Fucking love how that sounds.”

“We’re a family now. And someday that family will grow, and we’ll all be Pierces.”

Thatis my undoing.

Rory wantsmylast name, and now the world will know she’s mine.

But even more than that, she’s planning our future. She’s thinking of kids, ones we’ll havetogether.

I’ve always been a family man, and my wife talking about our future family stirs something in me.

My desire for her has reached new heights, and I can’t keep myself from her any longer.

I slip my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, readying myself to remove them. “Sit on the bed for me, Rory.” I push the lace down her legs, letting it fall to the ground. “I want to show my wife how much I love her.”

I fall to my knees as Rory sits down on the bed, speaking as she does. “You’re a wife guy, aren’t you?”

I look at her curiously. “What is that?”

“The guys that are proud to be married. They talk about their wife anytime they’re given the chance. They also really love to say‘my wife.’”

“Then I’m definitely a wife guy,” I smile. I push her legs further apart, baring herself to me as I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “And my wife has such a pretty pussy.”

I lean forward, licking up her slit and gathering her wetness. “Cole…”

“I know, baby. It feels good. I love doing this for you.”

I move my mouth back to her pussy, working her over with my tongue.

I take my time, licking her thoroughly. I don’t use my hands, and based on the way she sounds, I don’t need them. My mouth is giving her everything she needs.

Rory can’t help but move her hips, and I smile against her when she pushes herself against my face. She’s greedy, and I love it when she takes what she wants.

I thrust my tongue inside of her before lightly pressing it on her clit.“Oh, yes…”

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