Page 82 of On The Rocks

She moaned softly. “What do you suggest we wait for? It’s not like you have to make an honest woman out of me?”

I grinned against her throat. “This is serious business, wife. Stop making me laugh.” My hands slid up to catch hers and pin them to the mattress above her head before grinding our hips together and dipping my face to hers. “Forget I said that. Never stop making me laugh. It’s what makes us like this.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her breath stuttering as she took a deep breath and puffed it out. “That feels awesome.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I muttered, pulling the low, lace edge of her pajama top aside with my teeth so I could get to her beautiful breasts. With a low growl, I sucked one nipple into my mouth, lashing my tongue against it until Maeve’s back bowed from the bed. I pulled back and nuzzled between them. “Love these tits. Haven’t gotten the vision of ‘em out of my head since I walked in on you naked.”

One hand went to my nape, the other to curl into the hair at the back of my head so Maeve could hold me to her other breast. She lowered her eyes to meet mine. “I want to touch you, too.”

I nipped the underside of her breast, licking it afterward to take away the sting. Then I brought one of her hands down to my ass. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Her fingers dipped under my waistband and pulled my shorts down before trailing down my iron-hard cock. Her touch was light as a feather, but it was still the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, so much so that a familiar tingle began in my lower back, and my balls pulled up slightly.

Fucking shit, if I wasn’t careful, I’d shoot my load all over my wife.

“Baby,” I rasped, moaning as Maeve’s hand began to stroke my cock up and down. “Not gonna last. You gotta stop.”

“Do you reallywantme to stop?” Maeve whispered.

“Wanna fuck you,” I somehow grated out.

“You can later, but we have to get up for work,” she reminded me. “Now, do you really want me to stop touching you?”

“No,” I said, my tone strangled, longing to be inside her but also enjoying what she was doing to me far too much to bring it to an end.

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, trying to calm my shit down, but my wife’s grip was fucking perfect. She was giving me the Goldilocks of hand jobs, everything felt just right—hand placement, grip, speed, and God help me, I couldn’t hold back for another second. Fuck, I hadn’t wanted to come this quickly since I was a thirteen-year-old boy reading his first dirty magazine, but it had been so long, and Maeve’s touch felt so damned good.

My cute, sexy little wife drove me insane.

Her fingers tightened, and she twisted her hand a little as she stroked upward. “You’ve got a beautiful cock,” she whispered shyly.

Opening my eyes, I was met head-on with Maeve’s breasts, exposed and bouncing perfectly in my face. Her beautiful, rosy-pink nipples had darkened slightly. She sighed audibly, and I watched them heave up, then down.

The sight made my balls tighten. That was it; I couldn’t take it anymore. Mae’s hand, her voice, her breasts, her touch. Everything just aligned. “Fuck!” I groaned, and my hips shot up as my cock erupted like Mount fucking Vesuvius.

I was catapulted into the stratosphere, so when in the distance a door banged, and a familiar voice called, “Son. Maeve,” it didn’t register at all.

Maeve shifted, her fingers faltering, but I was in full flow. Nothing was gonna stop the cum blasting out of my dick, not even my goddamned mother.

“Callum O’Shea,” Ma yelled. “Where the feck are ya?”

“Jesus Christ,” I croaked, reaching down to grab my dick to carry on the job.

“Oh my God,” Maeve cried out, her tone filling with panic. “I didn’t know she had a key.”

“Callum!” Ma bellowed. “Is that you in bed still? Get up, you lazy little bastard.”

I moaned, gripping my dick hard, my balls still pulsing.

“Get under the sheets,” Maeve hissed, tugging me down until my face hit the mattress. “Callum!”

“Jesus fuck,” I rasped, my heart racing with the force of my orgasm. “Jesus Christ.”

“Son!” Ma bellowed, her voice sounding dangerously close.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Maeve chanted quietly. “Pretend we’re asleep.”

Finally, I milked the last of the cum from my cock just as the door handle rattled loudly. Heart still pounding, I cracked one eye open. “Fuck my life,” I muttered, finally starting to come back down to Earth. “Ma!” I shouted. “I’m in bed. Don’t youdarecome in.”

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