Page 121 of Ringer's Freedom

She scoffs and pinches my nipple, which causes me to yelp like a fucking girl. “That fucking hurt, Lile.”

“I am not a gossip!” she huffs cutely.

I tap her on the nose before turning to pull her inside behind me. “Yes, you are.”

Lilah huffs behind me but follows me inside regardless. Working her up is one of my favorite things. She doesn't truly get angry, but the make up sex is well worth the pinches and smart comments.

I turn back and smile at her as she crosses her arms and pretends to be upset. “Is it time to do this contest shit yet?”

“Yeah, I think so. Why?”

I drop my lips to the edge of her mouth and press a kiss there before flicking my tongue along her bottom lip. “Because my wife is standing in front of me more than half fucking naked, and I’ve been rocking this fucking hard on since I walked out of the closet.” Grabbing her hand, I press it against the front of my shorts and groan at the contact.

Lilah contemplates for all of ten seconds before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards my brother’s office, which just so happened to be the closest door.

I don’t think twice as I grab her by her tiny waist and slam her up against the back of the door, crashing my mouth to hers.

She climbs up my body, her arms winding around my neck. “Fuck, baby, hold on,” I groan.

Hooking my thumbs in the nylon bottoms, I force them down her legs, not giving a fuck if the damn things rip. Throwing them behind me, I grasp her thick thighs in my palms and lift her and press her ass flush with the door.

Using my hips to hold her against the wood, I break the kiss and pull away so I can see her. Damn, am I pleased with what I find.Chest heaving as she catches her breath, her eyes follow mine down her body where they land on where my length is still covered by my shorts and pressed against her wet pussy.

The song leaking in from behind the door fits so fucking perfectly.Addictedvibrates the door as I thrust against her. “I’m addicted to this right fucking here,” I say, rolling my hips against her to the beat of the music.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head. I push her top up so her tits fall free. As soon as the peach tips come into view, I attack. I swallow one whole as I run my thumb over the other, causing it to pebble and strain. “Fuck,” she whimpers.

Reaching between us, I push my shorts down and barely have to tilt my hips before she’s sinking down on my length.

Letting her breasts fall free between us, I pull my gaze back to hers and love what I fucking see. Her hooded eyes look at me so lustily as I fuck her into the door. I wrap my hand loosely around her neck, guiding her lips back to mine. “This is fucking mine,” I growl into her mouth.

“Yes,” she hisses as I thrust faster. “You’re so big.”

What fucking guy doesn’t love to hear that while he’s fucking? Especially from his wife, who he’s fucking against his brother’s office door while an entire fucking party is going on right outside.

“Are you going to come on my big dick?”

She nods, her head bobbing against my hand at her throat.

“Words, Princess.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I slow my thrusts down as I wait for her answer. I tease her by fucking her deeper and slower.

“Yes, I’m going to come,” she whines.

I run my nose along the side of her face before nipping at her lip. “Where?”

“On your big dick,” she moans as I bottom out inside of her, grinding my pelvis just right so I hit her clit.

“Good girl.” I can’t help but chuckle.

Pulling out so only the head of my cock remains, I slam back inside her, thankful for the change in song outside the room to an upbeat one. I start to fuck her to the rhythm of Theory of a Deadman, and within seconds, my girl is screaming out, coming all around my dick. Her pussy pulses against my shaft, milking the come straight from my balls. Ropes of come rip from my body, and as I lazily thrust in and out of her, coming down from the high of our pleasure, our combined releases drip to the floor below us.

“Fuck,” I breathe against her hair. “That was–”

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