Page 59 of Snapshot

As much as I don’t want to talk about her ex at the moment, the oddity of it makes me pause. “Every single time for years?”

“There was one time it broke, but we finished anyway after?—”

I hold up my palm to stop her. “I got it. No need to elaborate.” Hooking my finger under her chin, I tilt her gaze up to mine. “I have every intention of being your last.” Wedging my hand between her thighs, I cup her sex. “This is for me and only me moving forward. I want you bare.”

“Okay,” she says, scooting in closer. “Then let’s?—”

“Say it, Len.” My words come out as a low growl. All this time, I’ve been controlling my feelings around Lennox. I have no idea what side is going to come out of me once I let go. Apparently, it’s aggressively possessive.

“Say what?” she asks.

“Say I’m your last. If you mean it, say you’re mine and I can have you however I want.”

I flinch when she grabs my hard length in her fist. She grinds on the tip, coating me with her arousal. “I shouldn’t have to say it, Dex. Don’t you know by now? I’ve been yours.”

A little hiss escapes her lips when I nudge into her an inch. She’s still dripping, and I have to resist pummeling into her fully. Instead, I let her lower herself over me at the pace she can manage. In this position, she’s too fucking tight. It’d wreck us both.

She lets out another sweet moan as she lowers down another inch. I have to bite the inside of my cheek. “The way you sound, baby… I can’t handle it.”

“Slow,” she instructs. I’m not sure if she’s telling me or herself.

After taking another inch, she buries her head into my neck, groaning. Her toes curl tightly and I smirk to myself, thoroughly pleased. “Does that feel like six inches to you?”

“Maybe a little more,” she moans.

“Maybe a lot more.” Bucking my hips, I give her my full length, enjoying the sound of her guttural wail. Music to my fucking ears. It sounds like satisfaction. Like I’m exactly what she was craving.I’m what she’s needed all along.I hold her firmly in place against my chest, pumping into her slowly, embracing the almost painful tension of her walls that feel like they’re swelling more every time I drive into her. Deep breaths are all I can focus on. In and out. Slow it down. The hip bruising thrusts and her pink-colored ass from the swats of my palm can all come later. Right now, I just want her to feel happy and secure.

“How’s that, baby? You’re so fucking wet. Tell me what it feels like.”

“I love it, Dex. Stuff of fucking dreams. All the way in and stop moving.”

I do as I’m instructed, and she clenches around me. Such a clever move. Every muscle in her thighs and calves is tight and tension-ridden as she bears down as hard as she can, squeezing the life out of me. “My wife knows how to work her sweet pussy. God, I love it. Use me.”

“So close,” she murmurs. “Just?—”

Instead of finishing her sentence, she lets out a weak whimper. Between the tremble of her smooth thighs and her pulsing around my cock, I know she’s coming for me, hard. “That’s all it takes, baby? You have no idea how much more I can do for you.”

She pants out something incoherent, trying to talk through her orgasm. I wait until she relaxes, then grind into her a few more times. I give her slow, languid thrusts before I start to pick up the pace again. It’s when I let out a growl of pure pleasure that she pulls off of me. Before I can ask what’s wrong, she drops to her knees, then pushes me back into the seat. My wife’s head is between my legs, her mouth wide open.

“We can’t leave a mess in here,” she explains before clamping her lips onto the head of my cock. The warm, wet sensation is bliss. There’s no other word. Pure fucking blissful heaven as Lennox works my cock like an expert, disregarding the fact that I’m covered in her orgasm. She leaves a sloppy trail of her saliva up my shaft, then quickly laps it up, over and over, until she hollows her cheeks.

Throwing my arm out to brace myself against the door must give me away. She sucks harder, her hand cradling my balls, both coaxing out the impending explosion. She doesn’t flinch as I spill down her throat. She drinks my cum like she’s thirsty for me. Like I’ve kept her locked up in the desert, and I’m the only thing that can quench her thirst.

She waits until I’m still, licks my tip playfully, ensuring not a drop is wasted, then crawls into my lap, cuddling into my embrace. Our skin, slightly damp from sweat, glues together as we melt bare-assed back into the seat. At this point, I’m going to have to buy this car as a show of basic human decency.

We christened this backseat…or maybe defiled it.

Lennox reaches out to trace a heart against the fogged-up window before nestling back into my chest. “I can’t wait to do that again.”

I chuckle. “Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”

“Oh, no,” she mumbles, tickling my bare chest with her breath. “I’m so satisfied I feel high. That was just as good as I imagined it. I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill.”

Holding her in one arm, and reaching out with the other, I retrace the heart she drew that’s already fogging over. “I hope you never do.”

She lifts her eyes and answers with a small smile. She doesn’t have to say anything else. That look tells me everything I need to know right now. She’s mine. I’m hers. It’s that simple.

“You should get dressed. Who knows what Colton’s up to in there. He’s probably expecting you to buy half of the store.”

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