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My pussy clenches at his vow.

He pushes my other leg to the side, and my skirt rides up, exposing the scrap of lace covering my sex. With a single finger, he pushes the gusset of my panties to the side, giving him the perfect view of my pussy. Gunz licks his lips and inhales as if he’s scenting me in the air.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I am.”

“Only mine.”

“Yes. Only yours.”

Pressing his thumb between my folds, my husband massages my little nub in circles. On a throaty moan, I collapse onto the bed, my back arching, tits thrust toward the ceiling as I revel in his addictive touch. Gunz drops my leg, and the garter falls to the floor as he settles himself between my spread thighs, where he fits like a glove. Just the right weight. The right feel. The right everything. He drapes one of my knees over his shoulder and then the other before burying his face in my pussy.

I’m a goner.

For him.

For this.

For us.

* * *

Gunz

Devouring my woman’s cunt, I tongue fuck her ’til my face is covered in her sweet essence. The minx screams through a second climax, her fingers tearing at the comforter. I fucking love it. Ripping my belt buckle open and tearing down the front of my jeans, I don’t bother asking questions when I slam straight into my woman’s body. Her neck elongates, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she shatters beneath me, oversensitive from our previous fuck. Like the bastard I am, I suck another welt into her throat, next to another beautiful mark I put there.

Kit’s legs squeeze around my hips, as her pussy holds my dick in a death grip, and I give my wife exactly what she needs. Because I love her. Because this is what men like me do.

Throwing my cut onto the top of the bed, I tear my shirt over my head, ball it up, and throw it on the floor. Kit struggles to remove her own clothes. Her cut joins mine on the pillows, but her shirt gets stuck. I reach back into my boot, pull out my knife, and I slice the fucker from her—hem up through the neck. Kit’s pupils dilate as if this turns her crank. Takin’ it a step further, I lift the thin scrap of lace at the center of her bra, and I cut through that too. And would you look at that, my foxy old lady is naked, breathing heavy for me, skin all flushed with desire.

To think this is the first time I’ve fucked in this bed. Our bed.

It’s a good thing Jez has Chibs for the night. We don’t wanna scar our poor pups with what I’m about to do to his mom.

I’m gonna ruin her.

Sure, the grass fuck was intense.

But this is our house. Our bed. Our new life.

She can scream and beg here without shame. She can come on my cock as many times as I want, and nobody but us will ever know.

To prove this theory, I pull out of my woman’s perfect fuckin’ body and drop onto my back. I return my knife to its home and remove the rest of my clothes. We’re gonna be naked for the rest of the night. No more fabric between us. Not anymore. Blinking as if she’s floating in another world, Kit rolls over and looks at me, unsure what to do.

Knowin’ my woman is gonna need help rememberin’ her name come morning, I do the gentlemanly thing, and I help her undress the rest of the way. I stand at the side of our bed to drag both her thong and skirt down her legs. I toss them onto the floor to deal with later. All splayed out for me, perfect nipples beckoning to be sucked, my old lady scissors her inked legs together, as if she’s ready and more than willing to come for me again and again and fucking again. Trust me, she will.

“Play with your nipples, love,” I encourage as I leave her to root around in the bottom of our bedroom closet. Right on top is what I seek. When I return to my squirming, deliciously hot wife, plucking and twisting her nipples, I lay the first book we ever read together on her belly. Then I climb onto the bed beside her, our shoulders touching. I stroke my cock as she plays with her tits. Precum slickens my shaft, mixed with the remnants of her climax. Damn, if it doesn’t feel good to jack off beside my woman. Don’t ask me why it’s hot. It just is.

“Whenever you’re ready, love. Sit on my cock.”

Not needing to be told twice, Kit’s tits bounce as she straddles my hips, grabs the base of my erection, and slides down him. We both groan on the descent, and it’s fuckin’ magical. I snatch the book she let fall onto the bed and hand it to her.

She looks at me funny.

I set it on my chest.

“Read to me,” I instruct as I grip her hips and fuck her in shallow strokes.

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