Page 139 of Seale the Deal

I shrug, already hard as steel. There’s a chance. But it will be worth it.

She tilts her head, like she’s weighing whether this is smart or absolutely nuts. For a second, I think I’ve lost my chance to bury myself inside her. Then her lips turn up into the slyest smile I’ve ever seen.

It will be.

Fuck.

Every last drop of blood has now left my brain and gone to my cock. Knowing she wants me just as badly as I do… nothing is hotter.

Good. My voice is low. Turn around. Bend over.

I’m not waiting. I can’t.

Her eyes drag down my body, slow and deliberate before she turns. She presses her ass back against the thick bulge in my pants, and a guttural sound tears from my throat. She’s treating this like a game, and I’m more than ready to play.

I peel her leggings and panties down, slow enough to savour, fast enough to feel feral about it. Her perfect, round ass is bared to me, dark skin glowing in the light. I drop to my knees and drag my tongue up her cheek, tasting her.

Her breath stutters. My hand slides between her thighs, finding her clit, rolling it between my fingers until she shivers. Then I trail down, pressing two fingers inside her slick heat.

Fuck, I rasp as her body grips me.

Ah! she cries, head falling forward as I thrust my fingers in and out, stretching her, teasing her.

You’re so fucking wet.

For you, she gasps. Only for you.

Jesus Christ. I withdraw, holding my soaked fingers in front of her lips. Clean them off for me.

Her eyes flutter shut as she sucks me clean, moaning around the taste of herself. My cock twitches. I’m a second from losing it in my pants, but that’s not how this ends. Not when I have my wife bent over and begging.

I tear at my belt, shove my pants and briefs down to my ankles. I tear at the condom packet I grabbed from my pocket with my teeth. I roll it on quickly, the pressure nearly unbearable.

She peeks over her shoulder, eye heavy-lidded, mouth curved in wicked amusement. You planned this.

Willed it to life, I mutter, pressing my palm between her shoulder blades and kicking her feet wider despite the tangle of leggings around her ankles.

I drag the head of my cock through her slick seam, teasing, savouring the way her body trembles with need.

Ruger, please, she begs, voice wrecked. Fuck me.

I snap.

I drive into her in one hard thrust, and the world detonates. Her hot, wet walls clamp around me, and I bury myself deeper, chasing the edge of sanity.

Fuck, baby. My hand slides over her hip, across her stomach, dragging our bodies tight as I hammer into her.

Her gasps, her cries… they’re mine. All mine.

I reach between her thighs and circle her clit, desperate to push her over. Come for me. Right here. Right now.

Her cries rise, ragged and desperate, until her walls convulse around me, milking me, her orgasm crashing hard.

Yes, I groan, pounding through it, refusing to stop. More. Give me more of my name.

Ruger! she sobs, broken and perfect.

That’s it. That’s fucking it.