Page 154 of Bad Run

I promised to make her come with my mouth before my game, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. The idea of having the taste of her pussy on my tongue while I play makes me so fucking hard I’m probably going to come in my damn pants again. This woman, my wife, drives me fucking crazy with lust.

I stop outside the door I’ve seen Cam use for personal time with his wife countless times. Now it’s my turn.

As the last of my teammates disappear out of sight, I push open the door and pull Gwen inside the darkened room. I flick on the overhead light and slam the door shut, flipping the lock.

Sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by wall-to-wall storage shelves containing supplies used by the physical therapy team, is a black massage table.

Fucking perfect.

I reach for Gwen, tugging her to my chest.

She places her hands on my shoulders. “You don’t have to do this. I can wait until we get home.”

“When I make you a promise, you can guarantee I’m going to keep it,” I growl.

My mouth claims hers in a hard and hungry kiss. The taste of strawberries and her own special sweetness on my tastebuds has my cock springing to attention, pressing against my zipper, ready to burst free from its confines and into its rightful home. Inside her tight, wet heat.

Gwen’s fingers dig into the top of my shoulders as I devour her, my tongue plundering her mouth. She lifts her leg, grazing my hip with her knee, and arches her back. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric separating us as she grinds against my cock.

Sexy little moans vibrate in the back of her throat as I grip her thigh.

I want to fuck her so badly my cock weeps in my boxers.

My hands slide under the skirt of Gwen’s dress toward her center. I graze my knuckles over her soaked and swollen lips.

She whimpers into my mouth as I grip the small strip of her panties and push them to the side, slowly pushing my middle finger into her tight core. After a few strokes, I add my index finger, scissoring them, working her tight channel open.

“Lance,” she cries, throwing her head back as I curl my finger forward.

“Shh,” I scold her as my fingers find the spot deep inside her. The spot that makes her come like a shot. Fast and furious. She whimpers again. “I know, baby. I promise I’m going to make the ache go away.”

Her pussy clamps around my thick digits, alerting me to her impending orgasm, and I back off, letting her panties snap back into place.

My dick screams in frustration as I step back.

Gwen’s eyes fly open in time to watch me bring my wet fingers to my mouth and suck her sweet juices off them with an approving moan. “My wife tastes so fucking good.”

Those mischievous aqua eyes of hers land on my cock for a brief second. The greedy bastard jerks at the attention.

“Panties off,” I growl as I hold out my hand.

With a smirk, Gwen slips her hands under her skirt and slides her panties down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles. She unhooks one foot and lifts the other into the air, her lacy panties dangling around her ankle. “I believe these are for you.”

Tease.

I reach for the small scrap of lace, and in a seductive move of my own, I bring the fabric to my nose and inhale, breathing in her heady scent. “You smell good too.”

She rubs her thighs together.

“Open,” I demand, balling her panties in my hands.

Gwen visibly swallows but complies with a nod. I shove her wet panties into her mouth, then close her mouth.

“I need you to be a good little wife and keep the sexy noises you make when you come quiet while I fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

She nods her compliance again.

I grip her behind the thighs and place her on the massage table, push her dress up to her waist, then fall to my knees.