Page 68 of Make Your Play

“I hope so,” I tell her, my hands trailing along her lower back. “I want to be the best version of myself for both of you.”

“Well,” she starts, her arms linking around the back of my neck, the faint smell of fruit and liquor on her breath. She gently kisses one corner of my mouth before pulling back to look at me. “You’re the best father he could ever ask for.” She lifts up on her toes, pressing her lips to the other side. “And you’re the best husband I could ever ask for.”

My cock is already hard because fuck… it’s just what she does to me.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you call me that.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Call you what?”

“Your husband.”

She laughs softly, the sound the sweetest melody to my soul. I watch her as she pulls away from me, her hands trailing over my chest, slowly traveling down my torso until she’s reaching the hem of my shirt.

“What are you doing, mama?”

“I think it’s only right if I show my husband how much I appreciate him,” she murmurs, lifting my shirt up before dropping it onto the floor. Her hands reach for the waistband of my pants as she lowers herself down onto her knees.

“Fuck, Riley,” I groan as she pulls my cock from my pants, wrapping her hand around the shaft. She looks up at me, her tits practically spilling from the top of her low-cut blouse. Her lips part, her soft breath drifting across the tip before she trails her tongue over it. “I love how my wife looks when she’s on her knees for me.”

“Yeah?” she says, her voice sultry and thick with need as her tongue darts out and she drags it along the underside of my dick,running the tip along her skin stretched over the barbells. She bats her eyelashes, her bright green eyes staring up at me as she wraps her lips around my cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth.

“Jesus Christ, look at you,” I moan, my hand instantly fisting her silky hair as I grip it close to her scalp. She doesn’t stop until she’s gagging around my length, the muscles in the back of her throat constricting around the tip. “I love how you look with my cock shoved down your throat.”

Tears spring to her eyes, but she doesn’t release me. Instead, she bobs her head again, pumping her hand around my length as she slides her tongue along the underside of my cock, sucking me in and out. Every now and then, the tip hits the back of her throat, making her gag as she chokes on me. Heat swells in the pit of my stomach and I already feel like I could come from the way she takes me.

I can feel myself getting closer by every second as she continues to suck me harder. My hips involuntarily rock, my grip tightening on her hair before I pull back, pulling her away from me. My cock leaves her lips with a popping sound and her eyes widen as she looks up at me, searching mine with concern as saliva drips from her lips.

“Stand up.”

She doesn’t argue and I release her hair as she climbs to her feet, her eyes burning holes through mine. “Did I do something wrong?” For a moment, worry crosses her expression and I see she’s about to shut down. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing what you liked, but I don’t know. I had a few drinks, so maybe I’m not doing my best.”

“Riley.” Her name falls from my lips as a command and she stops, staring back at me. “I’m not ready to come and if you keep sucking my dick like that, I’m going to be coming down your throat in the next few seconds.” I watch her face relax, her shoulders dropping as I close the distance between us. “I’m notready to be done with you, and you suck my dick like it’s your fucking job.”

She bites back a grin, a soft laugh falling from her lips. I bend my knees, my hands sliding down to her thighs as I swiftly lift her into the air, earning a gasp from her as I carry her in my arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist and I feel the warmth from her pussy through the thin material of her panties as her skirt shifts up around her hips.

“Now, where do I go with you?”

I glance around the foyer, contemplating fucking her on the floor before I walk into the kitchen. It’s closer than the couch and I want to sink deep inside of her, fucking her into oblivion. I don’t stop until we’re at the island, and a bag of yogurt snacks falls onto the floor as I set her down. Riley reaches for me, her hands finding the nape of my neck as she pulls me to her.

My lips find hers in an instant, meeting her as she kisses me with an intensity that rocks me to my core. She’s taking everything she wants and I’ll never be the one to tell her no. Her tongue sweeps along the seam of my lips and I part them, letting her in as her tongue tangles with mine. My cock is still out and I kick my pants and boxer briefs away so I’m standing completely naked in the kitchen, nestled between her legs as we kiss until we’re breathless.

Riley pulls away, her hands finding the hem of her blouse as she strips it away from her body, her full tits falling from the shirt as she tosses it onto the floor.

“No bra?” My eyes find her as I slide my hands over her breasts, pulling on her nipples. “My wife knew she wanted to get fucked as soon as she got home.”

“Yes, she did,” she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering shut as I twist her nipples. Cupping one breast, my mouth drops down to the other, tasting and teasing the bundle of nerves before moving to the other. Riley withers beneath my touch, pressingagainst me as she searches for some kind of friction between her legs.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I groan, my hands roaming down her torso and stopping as I reach her center. I slide my finger beneath the thin fabric of her panties, hooking it around them as I pull the lace to the side. I slide my fingertip through the moisture. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Because of you.”

Grabbing my cock with my other hand, I hold her panties to the side as I slide the tip of my cock through her wet lips. Her head tips back, a moan escaping her as I slide into her, not bothering to remove the rest of her clothing. I just want to be balls deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.

She plants her hands on the counter, her head lifting as her eyes find mine. I grab her hip with one hand, the other moving between her legs as my fingers find her clit. “Fuck.” She lets out a loud moan, her face screwing up as I begin to play with her cunt while I slowly fuck her.

“You like that, don’t you, mama?” I groan, pistoning my hips as I fuck her a little harder. Shifting my hand, I plant my thumb against her clit, rolling it around, applying more pressure as I slide my cock in and out of her. My eyes drop down between us and I watch the way her cunt stretches around my length, taking every fucking inch.

She’s a mess of moans, her head falling back again as I begin to fuck her harder. “Don’t stop, Nash.”

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