Page 155 of Bad Run

My goddess to worship.

Spreading her legs wide, I place her feet on my shoulders and take in the beautiful sight before me. “Such a pretty pussy. So perfect. Pink and soaked. Ready for me to eat.”

With a moan, Gwen falls back onto her elbows, her aqua gaze never leaving mine as I kiss the sexy straps of her sandals that wrap around her ankles before making my way up each thigh.

Lust burns in the mesmerizing depths of her irises as I lean forward, stick my tongue out, and swipe a long lick from the bottom to the top of her pussy, to her clit, swirling the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I work her pussy with my mouth like a man starved. Her panty-muffled moans fill the air as I bury my face into her cunt and smear her cum all over my nose and chin.

Her fingers dig into my hair, tugging at the strands as I spear my tongue into her tight pussy, lapping at her cum, running my tongue through every crevice and over every fold, sucking them into my mouth.

Gwen’s legs clench, shaking with pleasure. Her pussy swells under my tongue and her hips buck, searching for relief.

As much as I want to take my time eating her out, I don’t want to get caught. Gwen works here, and even though her father has given us his approval, I never want to hurt her career or undermine her credibility with colleagues.

But I also want every motherfucker in the locker room to see us walk out of this closet together and know she’s mine.

Turning my attention to her clit, I take the swollen bud between my lips and flick my tongue over the nub as fast as I can. Gwen cries out, yanking my hair so hard it stings my scalp and squeezing my head between her knees until her body bows, freezing in the air, as she shatters. Her orgasm crashes through her, and her clit pulses beneath my tongue.

I suck and lick her through her climax until her body falls limp to the table, her knees fall open, and her hands fall away from my hair, releasing me from her tight grip.

When she’s all wrung out, I turn my attention to her inner thigh and nip at the flesh, sucking until I leave a mark, before releasing her. I pull her dress over her knees and stand between her legs.

She’s stunning, lying before me sated and flushed, with her eyes closed and her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I pull the white fabric from her mouth and tuck it into my pocket for later.

“Holy shit, Lance, that was intense,” she pants.

Leaning over her body, I brace my elbows on the table beside her head and kiss her. She hums, tasting her sweet arousal as her tongue meets mine.

Palm on my chest, she pushes me away and sits up. “My turn.”

Cum weeps from my tip as she reaches for the button on my slacks. “Fuck, Gwen. Wait.”

“Nope.” She shakes her head, tugging my zipper down. “Pants down, Taylor.”

“You do not have to do this.” My words contradict the situation going on in my pants. But I don’t stop her from pushing my pants and boxers over my hips, freeing my dick.

“I know I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.” Gwen kisses my chin as she takes my cock in her warm palm and strokes me from root to tip. She lowers her voice, all seductive-like, and whispers, “But I want to. I want to know it’s my lipstick and saliva covering your cock while you play.”

The possession in her raspy voice, the thought of her essence covering me as I play, has my body vibrating with desire, every cell fueled and ready to burst at the seams.

“Witch,” I hiss, my balls tightening in pleasure as Gwen continues to jerk me off.

Eyes on mine, she lowers to the ground. “Your witch.”

My witch.

Her admission breaks my resolve. I am completely under her spell, and if she wants to mark me like I mark her … Fuck it.

“Wait.” I catch her arm, forcing her to stand, then reach for a folded towel on the shelf and toss it onto the floor at my feet. “Now you can finish what you started.”

Gwen smirks, slowly sinking to her knees as she grips the base of my cock, pointing the tip at her mouth, then kisses it. “Thank you.”

“For?” I choke, trying not to blow my load too soon.

“For being my dirty knight and giving me everything I need.” Her tongue swirls my tip. “For supporting me.” She laps at the precum pool at the slit. “For making me happy.” She licks the bulging vein that runs up the side of my shaft. “For loving me.”

My cock jerks in her palm, begging for more, as I reach out and thread my fingers through her silky, curly hair. “I’d do anything for you, Wife.”