Page 166 of The Wife Situation

“I’ll never forget today,” I say, wishing I could draw this moment. I bank it to my memory, studying the angles of Lexi’s face.

“I won’t either,” she mutters, wrapping her legs around my waist as I keep us afloat. Leaning in, she tastes my lips.

“Was this part written in invisible ink too?” I ask.

“Yes.” She reaches down, stroking my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan in her ear as she goes at an agonizingly slow pace.

Our breaths are strangled as our tongues wrestle together. I ache for more of her.

“Please touch me,Easton,” she says between pants.

“You never have to beg,” I whisper. “I just want to enjoy every second like it might be our last.”

She melts under my touch as soon as my fingers rub against her needy clit. A sigh escapes her as I place my hands under her ass, lifting her onto the side of the pool. She widens her thighs, giving me full access to devour her perfect pussy.

“More,” she pleads, but it comes out like a demand.

Lexi is insatiable, greedy, and addicted to me. I slowly dip my finger into her cunt, until I’m at the knuckle, smiling against her skin. A small cry escapes as her hips buck forward.

“So goddamn beautiful,” I say between licks and sucks, giving her wet hole another digit to the knuckle.

“That feels so goddamn good,” she whimpers, rocking her hips against me as I return to her swollen bundle of nerves.

She’s racing to the edge, like it’s a sprint, greedily chasing her orgasm as she takes what she needs from me while I slowly finger-fuck her, tickling that G-spot.

I love the way she tastes, lapping up her sweetness. Gently, I push her thighs wider, sliding my tongue into her cunt and continuing down to her cute ass.

Her needy pants and breathing quicken as I lick around her puckered hole before adding pressure with my tongue.

“East—” she whimpers as she sinks into me, allowing me to eat her from front to back until her body trembles.

When her mouth falls open, I continue, but I slow to a crawl.

“Easton,” she hisses.

I kiss her pussy, smirking against her slick folds. “Don’t want you to forget who’s in control here.”

“Asshole,” she pants, grabbing and tweaking her own nipple.

My cock aches for her, all of her.

“You know I’m … so fucking …close.”

Her back arches off the ground. I work her clit in large circles, giving her flicks, before I suck her to oblivion.

“Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes. My God.”

Her pussy tightly clenches around me as I continue giving her my mouth and tongue, and she convulses, screaming out my name, gasping for air, with her heart rate ticking fast in her throat. She stares up at the sky, trying to catch her breath, her pussy still on display.

“I need you, Easton.”

She crawls on her hands and knees to the Bermuda grass of the putting green that’s beside the pool. Her ass and dripping wet pussy are on full display. I lift myself over the side of the pool and then join her on the grass. She pulls me down to her until I slide the tip between her wet folds.

Her long lashes flutter closed. “I want to feel you.” She pulls me to her mouth. “All of you. Nothing between us.”

I nuzzle into her neck, smelling her skin, and glide myself deep inside of her. She adjusts to me, a sigh on her lips.

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