Page 108 of Making the King

I growl, squeezing the bare round globes of her ass before giving one side a sharp slap.

She sucks in another hiss, and I growl, spinning us to slam her against the wall this time.

“Look at them.” I demand, watching her dark gaze shift from mine to the scene behind me. “Do you like live porn, Killer?”

A slow sensual smirk tugs at her lips before she drags her gaze away from our writhing members.

“I do, in fact. I like watching it. I even like participating in it,” her claw-like nails dig into my chin as she grips it forcefully, “but only with you. I will never share you with anyone.”

Baring my teeth, I growl like a fucking lion. “And I will never fucking share you either,” I declare before slamming my lips into hers.

She meets my kiss with ferocious need, her legs wrapping around me even as I lift her and slam my cock deep into her slick cunt.

She cries out, gripping my shoulders before our bodies fight for dominance again, each thrust met and claimed as we clash in a pounding frenzy.

My feet move, leading us on a wall bumping journey up the hallway, leaving the orgy in full swing before I push through the doors of church, and bend to place my wife on the new, yet old and distressed looking table.

“What are you doing?” Cara pants, not stopping her gyrating thrusts as our position changes. Her dark gaze glances over the room briefly, before a smirk tugs at her lips. “Really?”

I snap my teeth at her as I press my lips to hers before standing taller and looking down over her bouncing tits and flushed skin as I continue to pound into her over and over.

“What’s a church altar without a christening?”

Laughing, Cara nods. “You have a point. Let’s christen the fuck outta this table.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I agree before pressing my thumb to her swollen clit.

Cara’s back arches off the table, pressing her head into the carved Cruz Kings MC logo in the center, and a primal growl rips from me as I take in the sight of my stunning wife laid out on the table like a feast with the club logo behind her.

“Mine!” I roar, pistoning inside her as my thumb picks up speed on her needy bud.

“I’m-I’m—”

Cara’s strangled cry gets cut off as her walls tighten around me, and I speed up, pounding into her hard, hitting her as deep as I can go while mashing my thumb over her clit. I feel the moment when her first orgasm rolls into the next, and that’s when I finally let go, a roar ripping from my lungs as I throw my head back and shoot cum deep into her cunt.

I swear, it’s the longest climax I’ve ever fucking had, since Cara’s kept rolling and her walls continue to pulse around my hard length until I can’t take it anymore and jerk my dick free.

“Fuck, woman. You’re going to kill me.”

She giggles through her panting breaths, and nods. “Best way to die.”

I throw my head back with a laugh at her comment as she props herself up on her elbows to look at me.

“Well, that was something else.”

“Yeah.” I agree. “Sure fucking was.”

We beam at each other for a few beats before my eyes drop to her parted thighs, and the pool of cum oozing from her.

“You’re making a mess on the table, Killer.”

She shrugs. “It’s actually your mess. But like you said, it’s a christening.”

“Fuck.” I chuckle. “You’re right. But even so.” I lower myself down until I’m eye level with her exposed flesh.

“What are you doing?” Cara’s question sounds curious rather than concerned or confused, and I shoot her a wicked grin before I start scooping up the cooling cum with my fingers and push it back inside her.

“This was a gift. Don’t waste it.”

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