Page 87 of Chaos has a Name
Oh, he wanted that more than anything. In fact, he was fighting not to cum, and she knew it.
She was teasing him to the point he was ready to blow, and that was going to be one hell of an explosion.
When she gave him an intimate squeeze, and then let her hands explore, his eyes went huge. Ethan had to stare up at the ceiling because if he looked…
He.
Was.
Done.
All that teasing did one thing.
It made him want to fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore. This woman knew how to make a man crazy.
Thank God.
“Elizabeth, I’m dying here,” he muttered between clenched teeth.
Oh, she wasn’t playing around.
That was for damn sure.
Instead, she teased him, and as she continued to jerk him off, Ethan knew that he was at her mercy.
What wouldn’t he give to watch her lips wrapped around the swollen head of his cock?
The answer?
Anything.
His brain was shutting off, and all he could think of was fucking.
If he didn’t, and soon, he was going to die.
Screw the blowjob.
He wanted her riding his dick.
“God! Yes! More!” he muttered, as she kept teasing him.
When she did something wicked with her tongue around the head of his cock, his whole body shook.
“Jesus, Elizabeth,” he muttered as his balls had tucked up into his body as he struggled.
His wife was not making this easy.
In fact, she was being brutal.
As she stared up at him, she slid him all the way down her throat as she tugged roughly on his balls,
If that wasn’t bad enough, her fingers probed him, catching him off guard.
Holy!
Shit!
Ethan couldn’t hold on.
