Page 71 of The Worst Pucking Deal

“Was it real?” Soren asks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“It is now,” I admit. “So thank you.”

Mickey chuckles. “Don’t mention it.”

With a nod, I stride out the door, driven by an intense need to be with Lucia. As I head to the airport, I feel a sense of urgency pushing me forward. I need her, and I need her now.

Flying from Vancouver to Minneapolis feels like an eternity. Restlessness gnaws at me throughout the flight, my thoughts consumed by Lucia. I spend the hours in the air glued to my phone, religiously watching the security cameras in my home.

Lucia’s sleeping in my bed. Naked and starfished, which gives me a pretty fucking spectacular view of her body. Every now and then she mumbles in her sleep, but it’s never anything that makes sense. She says something about a wolf, mentions her friend Gail, and then… she says my name. Pride swirls inside me, and I love knowing I’m starring in her dreams.

“Not long now,” I mumble to the screen, wishing she could hear me.

As soon as the plane touches down, I’m out of my seat, practically sprinting through the airport. I completely ignore the fans calling out my name. Hailing a taxi, I throw an obscene amount of money at the driver, urging him to speed to my destination. Every passing moment feels like an eternity, my impatience growing with each second. All I can think about is getting back to Lucia. To my wife.

Call me whipped, call me emasculated… I don’t fucking care about anything but burying myself in Lucia.

Finally home, I sneak into my apartment, careful not to wake Lucia up. As I enter the bedroom, a low groan escapes me when I see her lying naked on her stomach on my bed. My heart races at the sight, desire stirring within me. I quickly undress and approach her, unable to resist the pull she has on me.

As though she’s sensing my presence, she lifts her hips slightly, showing me her perfect cunt. Fuck me, she’s wet. Her lips are glistening with her arousal. The need to eat her out, to have her juices coating my tongue is strong. For a moment, I deliberate whether or not I should cross that line. The last thing I want is for her to wake up afraid, but on the other hand… fuck it. There is no other hand.

I slowly stroke my dick while watching her. I could just fuck her, she’d love that. No, I have to taste her first. Crawling onto the bed, I move closer until I can smell her arousal. I wish I fucking knew what she’s dreaming about. It better be me.

Running my nose through her slit, I inhale sharply. Fuck, she smells as good as she tastes. She moans and lifts her ass higher when I lap at her pink opening. Her taste explodes on my tongue, making me groan in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, bunny,” I rasp. Licking the length of her perfect cunt, I harden my tongue as I reach her clit. My face is practically being smothered by her ass cheeks, and I fucking love it.

“Mhmm… Sawyer?” Lucia’s tone is thick with sleep.

“It’s me,” I growl. I don’t stop licking her. Pushing my tongue into her cunt, I greedily fuck her, loving the way my saliva and her juices mix.

“What are you… oh fuck!” She arches her back, pushing her ass more firmly against me. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Huh, that’s not the reaction I was expecting. I thought she’d be pissed I went down on her. “Is this okay?” I ask, needing to know. Then it hits me. “It’s the position, isn’t it?”

“Shut up and eat my cunt like you mean it,” she demands. “Bury your tongue inside my tight pussy.”

Fuuuck, I love the way the filthy words fall from her lips. She isn’t asking, she’s demanding, and right now, there’s nothing I want more than to obey her.

I slap her left ass cheek. “Spread your legs wider, wife.”

She immediately shuffles around on the bed, widening so I can slide under her. I move so I’m lying on my back, and then I grab her hips, using my hold on her to push her down until she’s smothering me with her dripping cunt.

“Ride my face,” I groan. I’m unsure if she’s heard me until she rotates her hips. “That’s it, bunny. Fucking use me.” Moving my hands to the soft globes of her ass, I squeeze them tight.

“Sawyer,” she cries.

“I want your cream, baby,” I growl. “Give it to me.”

Hardening my tongue again, I swirl her swollen clit. Her thighs around my ears muffle her sounds, but I can still hear her moans and cries for more. I continue to eat her like a starved man, and I don’t stop until wetness gushes into my mouth.

“Sawyer! Fuck… I… I’m… Sawyer!” She screams my name so loud I’m glad I don’t have any neighbors. Those sounds are for my ears only.

When she’s no longer shaking, I lift her off me and throw her onto her back on the bed. Before she can protest, I hover over her. One knee between her legs, grinding against her soaked core. Lucia looks up at me through hazy eyes. She blinks once, twice. Then she rears up, winding her arms around my neck.

“Welcome home,” she purrs.

I chuckle when I feel her tongue licking the wetness from my mouth. “Missed me?” I grin.

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