Page 50 of Mad Love

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Maddox

My wife has an erotic side to her I find pleasing. She’s my wet dream come true with her dirty imagination and those damn satin gloves of hers.

“You sure white is the wisest choice, Blaise?”

Straddling my thighs, she’s an ethereal vision wearing a white silk bra, matching thong, and white gloves up the length of her arms.

Her dark brows tug together. “This is what I wore on our wedding day, and I want to relive that day had we been a normal couple.”

Normal? I’m grateful Blaise is far from normal. Life with her is interesting as fuck.

“Should I find a different color? I have matching sets in all colors and in satin and silk.”

I groan, imagining stripping her of her strips of satin or silk in all colors of the rainbow with my teeth and my fingers.

“Well, would you like me to change?” She flips her long hair over her shoulder and sets her hands on her hips.

I suck in a quiet breath. Jesus, she’s a magnificent sight to behold, with her raven hair, pale skin, breasts that fit perfectly in my palms, and the indignation on her face.

Unable to resist her pull, I grasp her hips using the satin sheet between us and rock my hips into hers the same time I pull her down on my cock.

Her juices slick the satin. Her desire is a sharp inhalation of breath. I guide her over my length. She rocks back and forth over my cock. The color of her gloves, thong, and bra are forgotten. I want to get her naked. Explore her pussy with my fingers. Lap up her wetness with my tongue. But only if she’s willing to go there.

“I got you something.”

“You did?”

She dangles a pair of red satin gloves in front of me. “Your own pair.”

Fuck me. I put the gloves on. Blaise sticks out her chest. Chuckling at her tactfulness, I palm her breasts through my satin gloves and her silk bra. She tugs the bra down. Tweaks the little raspberries. Moans.

“Ah, so it’s going to be like that, eh, baby?”

“Like what?” Her eyes darken. Her lips part.

“Me taking my cue from you? Or should I take what I want?” I grab the back of her bra and yank, hard.

The clasp breaks. I toss the bra onto the floor. Her silk panties are next. I tear them off her and run my gaze up and down her body. Smooth pale skin. Perky tits. Flat stomach. Smooth mound. Growling low, I weave my fingers in her hair and bring her down to me, ready to kiss her the fuck senseless.

Never has a woman turned me on as much as Blaise. Before I can clamp my mouth on hers, she grabs my head and shoves my face against her tit the same time she leans into me. I tease her nipple with my tongue. Swirl the taut bud. Lick around her dark-as-fuck areola.

“You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful, baby.”

I suck on her nipple. Squeeze her breasts between my palms. Feast on her tits. She grinds on me. Goes faster. She’s moaning. Lets out a growl of frustration.

“Baby.”

“I need you.”

“I need you too.”

“I want to suck you off again.”

Jesus. “How, uh, how do you want to do this?”

Earlier, I fed her my rod. Now, she wants to feast on my beast in a different position. I’m digging any position she wants to put me in so long as she’s the one doing the asking. It’s been a long time since my cock’s been rearing for this much action.

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