Page 87 of Fight For Us
I let her have a head start while I removed my clothes as I walked, dropping each item on the floor. I wanted nothing between us when I caught her. My heavy cock bobbed in the cool air, already dripping at the tip.
When I stopped at the doorframe, I found her perched on my desk with her eyes blazing. “I guess I’m caught,” she said, huskily.
“Pull up your dress, Tiger. I need to be inside you.” I made my way over to her as she lifted her ass and hiked up her dress.
“I have a game for you,” she said as I stepped between her open legs. “Find where I hid my panties.”
I looked down, moistening my lips, and found her bare and glistening. “Fuck, say it again. I need to hear it from your lips as I fuck you.”
I lined myself up at her slick entrance, pressing my thumb against her sensitive nub until she cried out.
“You’re my husband, Wes.”Fuck, yes.Without a second’s hesitation, I pushed into her, balls deep as she moaned my name. “My husband fucks so good.”
I pulled out and thrust back in, harder. Her nails dug into my shoulders for purchase. “Fuck yes, I do. This cock is all yours, wife. Rub your clit for me.”
She reached between our damp skin, circling her clit with her fingertip while I rocked in and out of her slick heat. Every time she moaned my name, I let it sink into me, filling me with pride.
“You feel so good.” She bit down on my shoulder until I hissed.
“Who feels so good?” I said, gripping her ass in my hands and slamming home.
“My husband feels so good.” The slap of our skin and our feral moans filled the air while I fucked her hard and fast. “My husband’s cock is perfect. Oh, God… Shit, I’m so close.” She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until I tasted copper.
“Yeah, baby. How close?” I groaned as I pulled out and slammed back in.
“Shit… Don’t stop. Please.” I yanked her as close to the edge of the desk as I could and lifted her legs up so they were flush against my chest.
“Hold on to the desk, Tiger… and don’t stop playing with your clit until you’re squeezing every drop out of me.”
The change in position had us both crying out. She felt so fucking good. So tight. I wouldn’t last much longer. She held onto the desk with one hand and picked up the pace against her clit with the other until her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise.
“Come in me, Wes. Fill me up,” she moaned as she rode out her release.
I pumped into her one more time as my balls tightened and cock spasmed.
“Fucking hell,” I roared, coming so hard blackness laced my field of vision. I wrapped her in my arms and held tight while she squeezed every drop out of me.
Soreness didn’t hit until minutes later, when I finally pulled out. My hips and back were feeling the brunt of our activities, and I needed to sit. We kissed, and I smoothed her dress down before grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping her dry.
“I’m exhausted now,” she said with a laugh. “Should we take the food and the cake home and snuggle?”
“I like that plan. After I find your panties, of course.”
“Good luck. I hid them well.” She stood up and planted a kiss on my lips.
“Finders keepers. When I find them, they’re mine.” I gave her a lascivious grin and squeezed her ass.
“Fair is fair… My husband, the panty snatcher.”
I smacked her ass and she yelped before jogging into the kitchen.
“Round two, at home now,” I called. “Nobody calls me a panty snatcher and gets away with it.”
Chapter 34
Olivia
“I don’t care howmany desserts you ply me with. Don’t expect me to unpack boxes for you again for a long time,” Kendahl said, dropping a box at my feet.
