Page 75 of Menace in Vegas

Victory.

“That’s my good wife."

I push her onto the bed, then drag her to the middle of it.

Then I devour her.

Her moans destroy me.

Her thighs tremble as I taste every bit of her, dragging her higher and higher until she shatters, calling my name.

I shed my pants and boxers before climbing up her body, still shirtless from fixing the tire. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

I kiss her, then drag her to the edge of the bed. Her head hangs off the edge of the mattress.

I move, standing over her, the tip of my cock pointed at her lips.

She frowns. "I don’t think it’ll fit."

I wink. "It’ll fit, sweetheart. We just have to stretch your mouth like we did your pussy.”

Her eyes widen. She opens her mouth, and I guide the head of my cock so it’s on her lips.

Now it’s my turn.

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CONNOR

Islide the tip between her lips. “See, baby.”

She glares but closes her lips around me, sucking on the tip. Anger and desire flicker in her blown pupils as she takes me deeper.

Her hand wraps around the base, stroking me as she pulls back.

“My jaw hurts," she mutters. "You’re too big."

“Nah. We just need to stretch your mouth like we did your pussy."

“Connor.” She squeezes my dick harder, trying to punish me.

I groan. "Oh, baby. I like it when you hurt me."

She scoffs, but there’s a glimmer in her eyes. "You would."

She resumes, shoving me between her lips. My head falls back as a moan slips from my lips.

When I tilt my head down to watch her, my heart stutters. She watches me like she owns me. Then she takes me deeper, the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat.

“Fuck, yes, baby." I buck gently, letting her take control.

She moans around me, her tongue flicking and teasing as she grows bolder, hand pumping what she can’t fit in her mouth.

My breaths grow ragged.

My wife gives amazing head.

I reach down, threading my fingers through her hair. "So fucking good," I whisper. "But if you keep that up, I’m gonna come in your mouth."

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