Page 39 of Pucking Curves

She shouts my name, rigid on top of me before she relaxes, unable to help herself. She likes my mouth too damn much. I flick my tongue against her clit, suck one lip and then the other in my mouth to savor her juices.

“Suck my cock, wife,” I growl.

Christ Almighty. That mouth is perfection as she wraps her lips around me, sucking me deep. Hot, wet perfection. I groan against her pussy, not entirely sure I’ll be able to get her there before she gets me there. She’s slurping and bobbing, using her hand to stroke what she can’t fit in her mouth.

I yank her down harder on my mouth, snarling as I thrust my tongue into her tight fuckhole. She moans around me, sending vibrations all the way through me.

Goddamn, that feels good.

I redouble my efforts, sucking and nibbling, fucking her with my tongue in a race to get her off. She rocks against me, not worried about smothering me now.

I’m already on the edge when she comes apart, soaking my face. I flip her onto her stomach beside me, crawling over her.

“Archer!” Her head flies back when I slam myself inside, bottoming out in one hard thrust.

“We’re not having sex,” I grunt against her ear. “I’m just putting my cum where it belongs.”

She whimpers, going limp beneath me. I fuck her hard, pounding into her again and again. My knee twinges, but it doesn’t fucking matter. This matters. She matters.

“Archer!” she sobs, falling apart all over my cock.

I grunt, sliding my hand down the crevice of her ass. My thumb brushes her back entrance, and her pussy clamps around me again. She’s so fucking horny for it. God, I can’t get enough.

“You like being stuffed full, wife?” I rasp, slowly pushing my thumb into her tight little asshole. “You like having your husband everywhere?”

“Yes,” she moans, pushing back against me.

The base of my spine tingles, my balls drawing up.

“As soon as I get you pregnant, I’m claiming this little hole, too.”

She clamps around me again, shouting my name as she shatters for me again. I grit my teeth, fucking into her like a madman. She feels so fucking good. Christ, so good.

I lean forward, biting down on her shoulder as I come hard, spilling into her in pulses that leave me gasping for breath, unable to think or move. She’s with me right there in the vortex, shattering around me one more time with my name on her lips.

“See?” I whisper against her ear when I can talk again. “We didn’t have sex. I just put my cum where it belongs.”

Her body shakes with laughter beneath mine before she jerks beneath me. “Get off of me, you big idiot.”

I roll to the side, grinning. Before I can get my hands on her, she jumps up, darting out my reach. I narrow my eyes, scowling at her.

“Nu-uh. I’m not getting back in that bed until you ice your knee again, Archer,” she says, her face still flushed. She’s so damn beautiful. And so damn mine.

“Fine. I’ll ice it before I put my cum where it belongs again.”

Her eyes go glossy before she gives her head a sharp shake. She tries to glower at me but fails miserably. All she manages to do is huff and then smile.

“You’re a wild man, Archer Graves.”

“Yeah, wild for you.”

The way she blushes in response has me groaning. “You better grab the ice, little bird. Otherwise, I’m not staying in this bed while you’re looking that fucking sweet.”

“Don’t you dare get up!” she squeaks and practically races out of the room.

I chuckle, flopping back with my arm over my face. Fuck. I’m so in love with her. Every minute I spend with her just makes me that much more certain that we’re meant to be. Vegas was meant to be.

I just really fucking hope she still feels the same way when I tell her the truth about the things I’ve done. Because if she leaves me now?

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