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My mouth swallowed her words with a hard kiss and didn’t ease up until she was panting.

“Never say that, my angel,” I warned. “Besides, I ensured no man touched my wife.”

“Best not piss me off,” she sassed back.

“I’m going to eat your pussy now.” I smiled, devouring every inch of her body with my gaze. Her body shivered in response and a deep blush colored her cheeks while her eyes blazed like wildfires. “That will keep me quiet.”

I kneeled down, and she spread her thighs wide open, welcoming me with the glimpse of her glistening pussy and the scent of her arousal.

“You’re drenched for me.” A torturous groan left my lips while my cock throbbed for her.

I slid my palm between her legs and cupped her before dragging a single finger through her folds. Her head fell back and a moan echoed through the kitchen. I swirled my fingertip around her opening, teasing her.

Both her hands grabbed my head, as if scared I’d stop, her fingers gripping my hair.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. If the world was ending, I wouldn’t stop this. This—pleasing her—was what I lived for. “Please… Oh, God.”

She pushed herself against my hand, my finger filling her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a deep sigh followed as she rocked herself against my hand.

Fuck, how I missed her sounds.

I pulled my finger out, and her eyes snapped open. “Not yet, my angel.”

I hooked her knees over my shoulders, leaving her completely exposed to me. I buried my head between her thighs. My tongue lapped at her drenched pussy and my control was gone.

“Oh… oh...” Anya gasped, her pussy grinding against my face.

I flattened my tongue against her clit and nipped at it, then alternated between long, slow licks and fast, hard ones. I could feel her thighs trembling as I feasted on her like I was possessed. My teeth tugged on her clit, then flicked over the sensitive nub with my tongue.

I feasted on her like I hadn’t eaten in years. In fact, I hadn’t. My wife, her taste and moans were all I thought about since the day she left me, and I was quickly losing control.

“Please… God… Please.”

Her moans barely penetrated my mind as her body shuddered underneath me. She pushed herself into my mouth, her greedy pussy wanting more. So I pushed a finger inside her slick pussy, and my name left her lips on a scream as the orgasm ripped through her body. She trembled against my face, and I relished in every sweet submission.

“You taste so fucking good,” I growled, lapping up every drop as she shuddered beneath me while keeping my eyes on her face. “I missed it so much.”

Her face flushed from the orgasm, our gazes held and she watched as I kept licking her, hungry for more of her juices.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

ANYA

He never broke eye contact with me until my orgasm subsided.

“That’s my good wife,” he commended and something inside me melted at his praise. I needed someone to slap me hard. I loved pleasing my husband. “I’m going to make you come again and again, and again. Until all you can think about is me. Until you feel me every time you take a breath. Until I’m your everything like you’re mine.”

I swallowed hard, my insides burning. If he kept talking like this, I’d burn to ashes before the morning sun came up.

“You better deliver, then,” I breathed out, my pussy pulsing with the need for him.

“Want me to continue eating your cunt?” he rasped in a hoarse voice, the vein in his throat throbbing. “Or do you want me to fuck you, then make love to you?”

A little noise of pleasure left my lips at hearing his dirty words. My insides shuddered, my pussy aching for him.

I reached up with my hand and curled my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. There was no sense denying myself. I wanted him.

I set my arms behind me, palms down on the counter. His mouth trailed kisses from my inner thighs, licking and nipping. A throaty moan echoed through the kitchen and my entire body threatened to explode as he made his way up my body, until his lips were on my neck and he was standing in front of me.