Page 112 of The Bad Husband

We’ll see where we’re getting with this.

We’ll see if there’s more for us, or if we’ll need to say goodbye to each other and wonder what would’ve been if we found the courage to burn ourselves through the end.

Her touch makes me quietly grunt. She’s learned a thing or two.

She’s holding my dick with both hands, her eyes fixed on mine, her mouth wrapped around me, her hands moving as she bobs her head.

My cock stirs against her wet mouth, and my balls are already drawn tight.

That’s how much I like it.

Holding the root of my shaft with one hand, she slides her fist up and down and pulls me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me at the same time.

Her cheeks turn hollow as she sucks on me and moves her tongue over the chiseled head.

I push against her mouth to show her how much I enjoy it.

Her nipples get hard.

“Come on top of me,” I say. “Turn around.”

She opens her legs, moves her ass to my face, and takes me into her mouth again. This time I watch her mouth slide down, her hand moving.

My mouth waters as I grip her hips and set her straight to my mouth.

The first time I lick her pussy from behind, she shudders and loses her rhythm.

“Whatever you do, don’t stop. I want to come in your mouth. And I want you to come on my face. I want to feel your quivering insides around my fingers.”

I rock my hips against her mouth, and thrust a finger into her. And then another one.

Her juices drip down my fingers before I lick her entrance clean.

She rolls her hips against my mouth.

“Perfect,” I say, circling her clit, sliding my fingers into her, then my tongue, then sucking on her until she loses control.

She pulls me deeper and deeper, making me hit the back of her throat a few times.

She gags, yet she doesn’t stop.

She wants me to blast my load into her mouth, and honestly, I’m right there, tension swirling in my groin, rock hard.

She picks up the pace, and I roll my hips faster while she arches her spine and quickly moves her hips.

We both come at the same time, holding onto each other to prolong the pleasure surge for as long as we can.

The club can wait for me another hour. I’m not ready to leave yet.

LILA

Something’s different about him.

Honestly, the first thing that had crossed my mind when I heard his steps across the corridor about an hour ago was that he was coming to me to reprimand me, spank me, or lock me in that room again.

Actually, it was worse than that. I thought he’d come to me and blame me for ruining his efforts to keep Henrietta away from us. I was so freaked out that my father’s second wife would go ballistic on me.

None of that happened.