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Adrian gasps as his hands come to my shoulders. “Holy shit, Blair.” He’s not complaining, though. Nor does he stop me. His grip is firm on my shoulders. He’s holding on. I wonder if I can make his knees buckle.

“Blair…” My name is reverent coming from his lips. “Baby, you have to stop, or I’ll come in your mouth.”

Oh, I don’t think so, Mr. Fancy Jeans. I totally intend for him to come in my mouth.

Dropping lower, I draw him in deeper. I’ve never even done this before, but his reactions are fueling me. Apparently, I’m not doing it wrong. He isn’t complaining. In fact, he’s lost in the feeling, groaning and kneading my shoulders.

I feel powerful and sexy.

Adrian’s hips start bucking, thrusting in and out of my mouth.

I wrap one of my hands around the base and move up and down with my lips since there’s no way I can take him all the way in. He’s too long, and I’m going to choke if I take him any deeper.

I had no idea giving a blow job could be such a turn-on for me. Maybe it wouldn’t have been with any previous lover. It’s Adrian. He worships me. With every passing minute, I’m more certain that marrying him was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Sucking harder, I enjoy the way Adrian rises onto his toes, arches into me, and then stiffens. A second later, he comes, his seed hitting the back of my throat in waves, while I swallow every drip.

Headiest experience ever.

Twelve

Adrian

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I can’t believe my wife just milked my cock dry. I didn’t realize she was contemplating such a thing while I removed the stupid pins from her hair. I was aware she was facing my dick, but I thought it might help her get used to its girth. Instead, my naughty wife dropped lower and gave me the best blow job of my life.

Granted, everything with her is the best by tenfold. I’m so fucking into her that she’s sexy enough to make my cock hard even when she’s sleeping or just breathing.

When she lifts her head, she sits on her heels and smiles. Her cheeks are red, and she’s licking her lips. She’s the sexiest creature alive.

I cup her face and stroke her cheek. “Blair…”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She grabs my face, stroking my beard. “We’re married.”

I chuckle. “We are.” I reach under her arms, lift her up several inches, and deposit her on her back. “And I owe my wife an orgasm.”

She giggles as I spread her legs. “I don’t think you owe me anything.”

“Baby, rarely will I come before you. We’re having a two-to-one ratio at a bare minimum.”

Her grin is gorgeous as she draws her brows together. “A two-to-one ratio?”

“Yep. You will always come at least twice as often as I do. Partly because I want my wife to always be satisfied and partly because I’ll simply never be able to come as frequently as you.”

“What makes you think I can come more than once? Maybe that was an anomaly last night.”

“Oh, princess. You just wait. By my math, you have to come four times before I enter you with my cock.”

She gasps. It’s adorable when I shock her. “That seems a bit ambitious.”

“Nope.” On that last word, I drop between her legs and suck her pussy into my mouth so fast and firmly that she comes two seconds later.

One.