Page 88 of Cold Hard Kisses (London Mafia Kings)

“Ah, fuck, Hallie.” He sucked air in over his teeth. “That feels fucking incredible.”

We moved together, finding that rhythm we’d learned so well.

“There’s one thing I never got to do to you,” he said. His thumb pressed against my arsehole, and I whimpered. “I want to take your arse now, Hallie. I’m going to fuck my wife in every hole. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, do whatever you want to me. My body belongs to you.”

A click of a cap came from behind me. He had a bottle of lube.

“Do you just keep that beside the sofa?” I said in amazement.

“I was a boy scout. Always be prepared.”

I laughed. “You were never a boy scout.”

“You got me on that.”

My laughter quickly vanished. Cool gel hit my hole, and I gasped.

“Remember that plug you wore. This will feel even better.”

I trusted him now.

“Relax, Hallie. In this position, you get to control the whole thing.”

His finger pushed inside me. With his cock still embedded deep in my pussy, the sensation was intense. “Oh, fuck, Tam.”

“I love taking this hole. I love all your holes, but this one is so naughty.”

He added a second finger, stretching me. I bobbed up and down on his dick while he fingered my arsehole, riding him. I was so wet, he slipped in and out of me easily, despite his size. I knew it was going to be a far tighter fit the other way, though. His fingers scissored, and sharp stings of pain went through me.

“This looks so hot,” Tam said. “You know what we need to buy ourselves as a wedding present? A giant dildo I can fuck your pussy with while I’m fucking your arse.”

The way he was talking turned me on almost as much as his fingers and cock. “Yes,” I groaned. “Yes, I want that.”

“I want to see you stretched,” he growled. “I want to see how full I can get you.”

“And then what would you do?” I loved his dirty mouth.

“I’d fuck you so hard, you’d never even think about there ever being another man for you.”

Would another man know how to work my body so utterly perfectly? Was it just because he was older? He had more experience? Or were all older men like this in bed, maybe younger ones were, too? It wasn’t as though I had a wealth of past lovers, just some fumbles in the dark and heavy petting.

“There will never be another man,” I told him. “We’re married now, remember. It’s just the two of us, forever.”

“Forever,” he echoed back.

He slid his fingers from my body and lifted me high enough that his cock pressed against my back hole.

“Lower yourself down, Hallie. I want to watch my cock vanish into you.”

There was pressure at my hole, a strange, stretching sensation. God, he was so hard. I felt like I was impaling myself on a hot metal rod. There was a sting of pain far sharper than I’d experienced with his digits alone, and I must have tensed.

“Relax, little girl,” he growled. “Breathe slowly in and then back out again.”

My mind was a whirlpool of sensations, but I did as he’d instructed and sank deeper still.

“Oh God, oh fuck.”

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