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Charlee slides onto the bench seat as I shake Rupert’s hand. “Thanks, man. Can we just drive around for a bit? We’re staying at the MGM so if you could head there when our time is up, that’d be great.”
“Sure thing,” he says before closing the door.
Thank fuck the partition is up because Charlee straddles me the second the door closes.
“Whoa there
!” I laugh. “Excited much?”
She grinds into my lap and moans when she feels how badly my dick is dying to tear through my zipper. “Don’t pretend that I’m the only one, dear husband.”
Damn, who knew that last word could be so hot? I didn’t think it was possible, but little Drew is even harder now.
So do something about it already! he says.
Working on it, dude, I reply.
I slam my mouth against Charlee’s, urging hers to open. She parts her lips with zero hesitation whatsoever and kisses me back with matched enthusiasm. My hands slide under her dress and grip the firm globes of her ass as she rides me through our clothes. Goddamn, this woman is no stranger to squats. Charlee has long lean muscles throughout her body, but she was blessed with a little extra junk in the trunk. I’ve always been an equal opportunity kind of guy when it comes to T and A, but this ass could easily tip the scales.
I can feel how wet her pussy is through my jeans and it takes every ounce of willpower that I possess not to unzip and slide her panties to the side. But I’m determined to keep my dick in my pants, because the first time I have sex with my wife will not be in the back of a fucking car.
Foreplay is totally fair game though, my dick offers.
Good point.
Charlee yelps when I band my arms behind her back and swiftly rotate our bodies until she’s lying against the seat. The motion doesn’t mix well with the alcohol I’ve consumed, so I hover over her for a few seconds while the dizziness fades. When my equilibrium gives me the all-clear, I bunch her dress up, and just take a moment to appreciate her tiny red, soaking wet, lace panties.
Charlee gasps and arches her back as I slide my finger right down the middle. “Drew, what are you doing?”
My fingers tease the straps of her thong before sliding them down her shapely legs. “I’m going to eat my wife’s pussy. Do you have any objections to that?”
She shakes her head rapidly. “Hell no.”
I grin as I tuck her panties into my back pocket and guide her legs over my shoulders. “Glad to hear that, honey.”
Fuck, she’s so beautiful spread out for me like this. Her thick dark hair is fanned out against the black leather, her lips are swollen, and her pussy is glistening with want. I would’ve pegged Charlee as a landing strip kind of girl, but apparently, she prefers Brazilian. I couldn’t care less either way but I’m a little disappointed in myself because I’m usually spot-on with these kinds of things.
All the better to see that hot as hell piercing, my dick declares.
Speaking of her piercing, the glint from the little silver barbell between her thighs draws my attention to it. I memorize the shape of it with the tip of my finger, rolling the ball back and forth over her clit. Within seconds, a flush spreads across her skin and Charlee is a squirming, panting mess. God, I love this thing.
“Drew, please,” she begs. “Put your mouth on me.”
I waste no time heeding my bride’s request. I flatten my tongue and give her one long lick from ass to clit.
Charlee’s back bows. “Oh, fuck!”
My hands wrap around her hips, holding her steady as I lick her up and down and side to side. I fuck her with my tongue as the pad of my thumb presses into her piercing. Charlee screams when I work a finger inside her, pumping in and out a few times before adding another and curling them. I gorge on the feast she’s providing like I’ve been starved, which I suppose I have, because no pussy compares to this one. No joke, I could do nothing but eat Charlee’s beautiful cunt for the rest of my life and I’d die a happy man.
“Oh, God, Drew! Right there. Don’t stop. Oh, God...don’t you dare fucking stop!”
I back off right as her legs begin to tense.
Charlee releases the most adorable little growl and comes up on her elbows. “You asswipe! Why the fuck would you do the exact opposite of what I just said?”
I breathe in her musky scent as I place gentle kisses on her inner thighs. “Now honey, is that any way to speak to your husband?”
She grips my hair with both hands and tries shoving me back down. “It is if said husband is withholding orgasms!”
