Page 42 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Jackson starts moving, sliding his thick shaft in and out, the head rubbing against my g-spot.

“You feels so good, baby. I could live inside you. This is the best. I love how you squeeze my cock. Fucking perfect. My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife.”

He leans down and takes my mouth, our tongues tangling in a deep, wet, fucking nasty kiss.

“You like it, baby girl?”

“Yes, yes. Oh God. Please. More.”

“Anything you want, baby.”

He fucks me faster, harder, his hips meeting mine with a slapping sound. Our wet noises, my groans and the growls rumbling from Jackson’s broad chest, set me off.

I clench around his dick, the waves of pleasure making my body spasm.

“Oh, yes. That’s it, baby. Fucking milk me. Squeeze my cock, honey.”

“Oh, Jackson… Yes!”

“That’s it. Fuck. Your pussy is the best. Fucking perfect, honey.”

I’m still contracting, gripping his cock, when he explodes. He throbs inside me, coating my pussy walls with his warm seed.

“Fuck, Ashley. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

I cup his stubbled cheek and look into his beautiful eyes. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

My husband, the father of my children, my best friend. The love of my life.

THE END.

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