Page 112 of Unruly

Fist-tight and firm, she tugged on his dick. Her other hand worked between her thighs alongside his. He slid his fingers into her cunt while she worked her clit with fast circles. Not once did he break their kiss until her hand slowed on his cock, and he felt her pussy start to tense around his fingers.

“Now,” she breathed against his mouth, “get your cock in me right now.”

Cross didn’t need to be told a second time. He slid inside the heaven that was his wife as her body slipped into an orgasm. The tightening of her inner muscles sucked him deep, and hugged every fucking inch of him as he thrust all the way to the hilt.

Shit.

Catherine’s pleased, happy little sound felt like gold washing over his nerves. He barely blinked, and he was pulling out just to thrust right back in again. Leaning back, Cross stared down to watch his dick come out soaked with his wife’s juices, and then disappear into her pretty pink cunt. Her fingertips pressed into the hood of her clit, but never moved.

“Fuck, yeah,” Cross grunted under his breath.

That sight was hot as hell.

He lifted his wife’s legs higher until her heels rested on the edge of the desk. She tipped her head back, and her tongue peeked out to wet her lips as he kept fucking her.

Time stood still for the moment.

He was caught between the sight of his cock filling Catherine, and the way her lips trembled as she urged him on.

Harder, and more, and fuck, don’t stop. Next to his name on her lips, he thought her sounds were the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

Catherine’s hand came around to dig into his lower back, and her fingernails scraped along his skin. His hand pressed against hers on her clit, making more friction with every thrust of his hips. The slap of skin to skin mingled with Catherine’s sweet cries.

“Oh, my God. Fuck, Cross … there.”

Her second orgasm came on fast. He felt her honey soak his dick even more while her muscles tried to suck him dry. He refused to come just yet.

Instead, Cross pulled out of his wife. It damn near killed him to do it. He pulled her down from the desk, and she dropped to her knees instantly.

Catherine smiled up at him with red, grinning lips and a sinful gleam in her eye as her fingers curved around the base of his cock. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and smirked right back.

“Finish me off, babe.”

Her mouth was already on his wet dick before he had even finished. Nothing was hotter than Catherine on her knees, her mouth full of his cock, and her lips smeared with the juices from her own cunt. Nothing.

She sucked him hard and stroked the base of his length until his groan reverberated out of his chest. Again and again until that familiar heat traveled through his spine, and his balls tightened in her palm. He came hard shouting her name, and she licked him clean, too.

Yeah.

Heaven.

Cross woke up to foreign sheets, but the tired ache in his body was enough to make him forget that he wasn’t in his own home.

He expected to roll over, and find both Catherine and Cece sleeping next to him. Instead, he found the bed empty.

The clock on the nightstand blinked with the time.

Eleven.

Almost noon.

Cross stared at the clock for a whole minute before he realized how late it actually was, and that he had practically slept the morning away. For a brief second, he considered rolling back over and going to sleep again.

Hell, if he was going to lose time, he might as well go all in or nothing. Sleeping until noon was a damn good way to start. And he was tired.

Exhausted, really.

He hadn’t slept a wink from the time the shooting happened, until the following day when he finally got his wife and daughter safely back home. He could use the sleep while he had the chance to catch it.