Page 61 of Betrothed To Love

“More than ready now,” she says with a simper.

“How many kids does he have again? I remember two from the dinner,” Mireya says as she climbs into bed.

“Who?” I ask.

“Shiro. That’s who we’ve been talking about.”

“Nah. That’s who you have been talking about. I don’t want to talk about nobody but us and this,” I say as I grab her soft ass.

While caressing the sides of my face, she insists, “But I think Kyrah is really feeling him. She wants to know.”

“Then she can ask him.”

“How do you know she has his contact info?”

“Because I know my brother. He was all up on her at the dinner. He gave her his number.”

She lifts her head while beaming and she asks, “You think so? She didn’t tell me that.”

“Kyau, enough,” I insist and she smirks.

“You really don’t want to talk about them?”

“Hell nah,” I say as I slide my hands between her thighs. “My beautiful wife is naked, on top of me, and smelling edible as fuck. I don’t give a damn about my brother and your friend.”

She grins, then softly pecks my lips. “Stop brooding. I just want to make sure my friend isn’t barking up the wrong tree.”

“The dinner was two weeks ago. If Shiro is interested, he already reached out to her. She’s not telling you the truth if she says he hasn’t.”

Her face lights up and she says, “You think she is? Oh my God, you think they had sex?”

“I don’t think shit,” I say, then raise up and flip us over. When her back is on the bed and I’m looming over her, I lean in and kiss the side of her neck. “Stop talking about them. You’re ’bout to violate rule number two.”

“Two? I thought there was only one rule, no clothes in the bed.”

“Nah. There are definitely two rules. Number one, naked.” I kiss her lips and ease down to her belly. “And number two, fucking,” I reveal, then dip my tongue into her belly button.

“Fucking? Mmm? Every time I’m in this bed?” she asks coyly with a grin.

“Every damn time,” I say before trailing kisses to her sweet pussy.

When my lips kiss her clit, she moans. “I think I like rule number two better than the first rule,” she whimpers.

“I love them both,” I admit before diving face first into her pussy. Taking my time, I lick, kiss, and suck her through a long, slow orgasm. As her body quakes and she purrs my name lowly, I nudge her legs wider with my knee then sink into her warm, drenched pussy. I rock her to another orgasm then slide my arm under her and turn us over. She grins, leans in, and kisses me nastily. As our tongues play, she grabs my dick and glides it back home. “Fuck,” I groan into her mouth. “You gon’ ride your dick?”

“Mmhm,” she says before sinking down on me.

“Shit, kyau. Fuck.” She feels so fucking good and warm. This has to be what heaven feels like.

She sits up, rests her palms on my chest, then slowly bounces up and down. She’s beauty in motion and I love to watch her pretty ass titties bounce when she rides my dick. My wife is beautiful as hell, and right now, she looks angelic.

Her hands move from my chest and she stretches them behind her. When they land on my legs, her body arches. I love when she does that shit.

“Sexy ass,” I utter in admiration as my hand grips her neck lightly.

“Mm, yes,” she moans when my grip gets a little firmer.

She starts grinding on me, slow at first, but it picks up when I squeeze her neck a little more. I lift and start kissing her passionately as I grip her neck. She moans into my mouth. Her body shakes, and about a minute later, she explodes and her warm juices rain down on me.