Page 75 of The Marriage Policy

“Taste it,” I tell him, gaze darting back and forth between him and the road. “I want to see you lick up that precum.” He was right when he said he has big loads. He precomes a lot too, which helps slick the way for him to be jerking himself off right now.

“Such a fucking turn-on when you tell me what to do. My bossy, bottom husband who loves it when I fuck him, but also when he gets to call the shots.”

I love you.Why can’t I say it? Probably because I’m driving down the freeway and trying not to kill us. Yes, we’ll go with that.

“Just with you,” I admit. “I would never feel comfortable doing it with anyone else. Now taste it. Then give me some.”

Eric sucks his teeth, then swipes at his tip, collecting the pearl of liquid there, before sucking his finger into his mouth. “So fucking good,” he tells me, going back to stroking himself again.

“Get me some. I want a taste too.”

Eric’s hand slides up and down his shaft, squeezing gently at the tip, getting what we both want me to have. He collects more precum, this time reaching over to me. He traces my lips, whichmakes my dick twitch, then pushes his finger into my mouth, and I suck it.

“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, D.”

“I’ve really got to get us home,” I tell him when he pulls his finger out. I take his dick in my hand, savor the feel of his hot, hard flesh, giving it a few pulls before I add, “Do it. Make yourself come and give us a snack until we get home. I’m gonna need you to be ready to fuck me.”

Eric trembles like he’s nearly bursting out of his skin. He’s not going slow anymore. He spits in his hand and jerks himself off. I whimper from the driver’s seat, wish I could watch him, basically edge myself while I hear and see and smell him take his pleasure and I try to get us home as fast as possible.

He uses his left hand to play with his balls, his right busy with his beautiful cock. Eric has the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen, flushed and thick and everything I want.

I feel his eyes on me, glance over to see his head turned my direction. He doesn’t turn away, gaze intense and hungry as he works his cock for me. That’s what it feels like, as if Eric is doing this just for me.

“God, you’re so pretty, D. I can’t believe it sometimes, how fucking pretty and perfect you are.”

My heart tries to jump out of my chest. I whip my head in his direction—okay, and maybe the car too because someone lays on the horn beside us, snapping me back to reality.

“Eric…” My voice breaks on his name. This is the absolute worst time to do this, but my mouth opens. I don’t think I can hold the words back anymore. “I—”

“Fuck. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come for you, husband.” His body arches off the seat, the first spurt of cum landing on his shirt. He keeps jerking, coming all over his hand and thighs, like a goddamned geyser.

Eric nearly melts into the seat when he’s milked his balls, breathing heavily…and then I nearly die when he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks some of his cum off.

“I know how much you like it too.” He reaches over, fingers close to my mouth, and I suck his salty, slick digits into my mouth and moan.

“Delicious.”

He chuckles, then pulls his shirt off, wiping himself off like that was nothing. Just another day. He has no idea I almost told him I’m in love with him while he was jerking his dick and I was driving home. Really fucking romantic.

Eric tugs his shorts up. “That was awesome and will definitely tide me over until we get home and I can give you my dick.”

I swallow, wanting that, but wanting more too. I want his love. Not just the best friend kind. I already know I have that. “Yeah, good. I’m dying over here.”

“Want me to suck you off?”

Yes. “No. I’ll definitely kill us if you touch me, and while it wouldn’t be a terrible way to go, I don’t want to risk taking anyone else out with me. I’ll wait until we get home.”

“Sucks for you.” Eric winks, having no idea that I’m unraveling here, that I’m freaking out because of what I feel, while he’s just lost in the sex of it all—at least that’s how it feels to me.

“You’re always such a brat.” I try and pretend I’m not losing it.

“As I always remind you, that’s why you love me.”

I do love him. More than he realizes. I clear my throat. “Do you think our parents suspected anything?”

He shrugs. “Who knows. I can’t wait to see Butterscotch. I’m sure she misses her daddies, but she’s gonna have to wait because I’ll be busy with you when we get home.”

“You better. I’m holding you to that.”

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