Page 174 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

His dick ached to be in her, and if he didn’t find himself buried in her body, he believed he might just die.

Yeah, there would be no stalling today.

It might kill him.

Changing up the rhythm, Beckett drove her wild, and the whole time, his wickedly wanton wife was begging for more.

Well, then, more she’d have.

With a rough nip, she careened off of the edge, cumming hard. Her whole body shook from that delicious tumble into the spiral of colors.

Oh, but Beckett wasn’t done.

Not.

Even.

Close.

In fact, he craved nothing more than one more explosion for his wife before he buried himself in her body.

He was desperate for it.

As she slowly came up from the pleasure, he was teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Beck,” she whispered. “More.”

It made him smile.

Yeah, one more.

With nothing less than wicked intent, he forced his wife back up through the pleasure and gave her all he had. He tormented her clit, forcing her back to the edge.

The whole time, she moaned as he continued to feast.

“My love,” she whispered as her body was driven wild, and to the edge again. Claire was fighting to hold on, but someone’s mouth should be illegal.

In all the states.

“I’m close,” she whispered as her hands were clenched in the pillow under her head and she held on for the next tumble.

Beckett was watching her, and when he did something particularly wicked with his tongue, that was all it took.

Claire.

Fell.

As she came again, that’s when he slid up her body, and there was only one thing on his mind.

She’d mentioned wanting more kids, and he was thinking the same thing.

It was time to knock up his wife.

Burying himself in her body, she gasped at the invasion, and he moaned at the sensation.

It.

Was.