Page 149 of The Wife Situation

She takes my hand, leading me toward the back of the barn and down a dark hallway. She twists a knob. We’re inside a small office. After she closes the door, Lexi pushes me against it.

Her mouth is on mine as I rest my hands inside her pockets. We’re a speeding bullet, soaring through the wind. The person I was before meeting her no longer exists.

“I need you,” she whispers, palming my cock, which is hard for her.

I reach behind me, locking the door. I slide my hand inside her shorts and panties, my fingers sliding down her slit.

“You’re already so wet for me,” I growl in her ear, rolling circles against her clit.

“I wanted you before we left,” she admits.

Pleading moans release from her as I slide one finger, then two deep inside of her. She sinks down to my knuckles, grabbing my biceps to steady herself as I move back to her bundle of nerves.

“So greedy.”

“Easton,” she says, her head falling back on her shoulders. It releases from her mouth like a prayer.

“I love hearing you say my name,” I say into her ear, knowing she’s already hanging by a string.

Lexi peels her shirt up above her perfect breasts.No bra.Her nipples are hard as pebbles.

“Did you hear me that night?”

She gasps as I dip down. I take her hard peak into my mouth, continuing to give her pussy what it begs for.

“Yes,” I admit, and her breathing increases.

She likes that I heard her. She wanted me to.

“I’m so close,” she says.

“Come for me,” I whisper.

She nods, tucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she chases the orgasm to the very end. I give her clit just enough pressure with my thumb as I slowly finger-fuck her.

“Yes, yes,” she whimpers, and when she finally spills over the edge, she screams out into my chest. Her breathing is ragged as she keeps her body resting against mine. I pull my hand from her panties and she laughs. “I can never get enough of you.”

I place my fingers into my mouth. “Fuck, you taste so goddamn good.”

She smiles like she’s pleased. “Let me take care of you.”

I kiss her hair. “I can wait, darling.”

She tucks her hands inside my jeans, tugging me closer to her. “Don’t you want me?”

“I want you every fucking second of every day, Lexi.”

“Then, please let me have you when I want you. I insist, Mr. Calloway,” she mutters, dropping down to her knees, taking full control.

My hands are fisted through her hair, and she works me so damn well that my knees nearly buckle. Guttural groans release from my throat when she cups my balls.

“This cock is mine.”

She kisses up and down the shaft. Her emerald eyes meet mine as I lean against the door, knowing if she keeps up this pace, I’ll lose it. She takes me to the back of her throat, her hand twisting as she licks and sucks me to oblivion.

“Fuck,” I groan when she slides her hands up my body, under my shirt, and tweaks my nipples.

“Lexi,” I growl, my muscles tensing.

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