Page 86 of Sticks and Stones
“Yes, please, Bethe.”
When he ran his thumbs over the pebble of her nipples, she actually shook, proving how much she wanted him.
Teasing him, she ran her hands over her own body, tantalizing him with what was to come. They were going to re-christen this couch for the countless time.
“Please, Elizabeth. I need you,” he muttered as she got him wild with her hands on her body.
Someone was being honest. Chris’ erection was rock hard, and his body taut with the kind of sexual tension everyone craved.
Yeah, it was time.
“Does Sir want some head?” she asked, putting that seductive purr in her voice because it made him crazy.
As he opened his mouth to answer, she took that moment to slip him between the wet warmth of her lips. The feeling was so delicious that it caught him off guard.
He couldn’t help himself.
One hell of a moan escaped from his lips.
That set her off as she hungrily devoured his dick. She turned up the heat knowing that if she teased him, someone would not only come undone, but he’d ravage her body.
And that’s all she wanted.
Elizabeth wanted Chris’s rock-hard erection buried between her legs.
As she blew him, he fought the lure to cum. With his outrageously wild woman, there was always that need since she was always trying to break his control.
She had a wicked mouth.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “This never gets old. I love it when you surprise me in my office. Do it more often,” he said, as his eyes practically rolled back in his head when she did something mind-blowing with her tongue.
Oh, well, she could make that happen.
As he lay against the arm of the couch, she continued tormenting him.
Elizabeth would be lying if she said it didn’t make her wet.
It did.
This man made her want to do insane things.
“Making me crazy,” he muttered, as she did her worst, and he loved every second of it. Elizabeth knew her way around his body, and she wasn’t afraid to drive him wild.
When she ran her nails down his inner thighs, it shot licks of electricity through his whole being.
And it made him harder.
“Bethe,” he muttered as he could feel his balls tighten. Her mouth was wild as she blew him to the point he couldn’t remember his own name.
God.
He couldn’t get enough.
Staring at the ceiling, his wife’s mouth was doing wild and wicked things. When she added her hand, he was pretty sure she was going to shove him off of the edge.
Clearly, the love of his life was trying to kill him with a pleasure overload. Now, his heart was thumping wildly in his chest.
As she took him deep down her throat, and hummed, it was his whimper that made her keep going. He was almost to the edge.
