Page 156 of Bad Run

She places my tip on her bottom lip. My eyeballs almost roll into the back of my head as her hot breath fans across my sensitive flesh. “I’d do anything for you too. Husband.”

Husband.

The word crashes through my chest, burying itself deep inside. It’s devotion and desire.

It’s pure fucking love.

Every thought disappears as her lips wrap around my cock and she pulls me into her wet mouth. Her velvety-wet tongue massages the bottom of my dick as she bobs her head, taking me to the back of her throat with every pass, swallowing me deep.

I’m so done.

“Fucking hell, your mouth is magic.”

She pulls off my cock with a pop. “Uh-uh. No talking. Think you can manage?”

I grip her hair, gently giving it a tug. “I’ll manage. But you’re going to pay for this little stunt tonight.”

Gwen squirms, rubbing her knees together. “I look forward to my punishment.”

Without another word, she sucks my tip back into her mouth, slurping and licking my cock with each pass through her lips.

One hand on my ass, one on my shaft, my wife bends me to her will, working her mouth in tandem with her fist over my cock. She has me on the edge of my climax in seconds.

Trying to hold out is an exercise in futility, so I give in, letting my impending orgasm flow through me. Letting my wife take whatever she wants.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I grunt, warning her.

Gwen only sucks me off harder. Faster. Hollowing her cheeks, tongue flicking the underside of my head. This sight of her spit covering my shaft, dripping down my balls, sends a wave of possession through me. She’s mine, and I’m hers.

That thought is all it takes.

My spine tingles, and my balls constrict tightly as I explode. I extend my free hand to grasp onto the shelving for balance as my knees buckle and white dots blur my vision. Cum shoots out of my tip and down Gwen’s throat in thick, hot spurts, and because she’s a fucking queen, my woman swallows every single drop.

As my vision returns, I glance down to find Gwen watching me, her aqua eyes burning with lust.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. On your knees. My cock filling your mouth. My cum in your stomach.”

She smirks, proud of herself, as I shift my hips back and my cock falls from her mouth. I reach out, gripping her under her armpits and pulling her up. She wraps her arms and legs around my body, and I slide my hands down to grip her as I crash my mouth into hers in a rough kiss.

Refractory time isn’t a thing when it comes to Gwen, because one taste of my cum on her tongue has me hard again.

We break apart, foreheads touching as we catch our breaths. The tip of my dick brushes through her wet slit, making her gasp. “Oh my god, Lance, how are you hard again?”

I brush the curl clinging to her sweaty forehead behind her ear. “I’m hard because my wife turns me the fuck on.”

Gwen giggles, and the sound is a direct line to my dick.

“Do you think we have time?” she asks, biting her lip.

“I’ll make time.” I notch my broad cockhead at her entrance. “Now slide your tight pussy down my fat cock.”

A loud bang on the door startles us, and Gwen rears back in fear.

“Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but Coach is on a terror looking for you, Taylor,” Cam’s muffled voice travels through the door.

I groan as Gwen chuckles, hollering back, “We’ll be out in a second.”

“A second?” I arch a brown at her. “My cock is resting against your pussy, and I’m ready to fucking go.”