Page 172 of Wildest Forever

My hand rounds the curve of her ass, my body laid over her back as I tease my lips down her spine, tracing soft kisses.

“Oh god,” her voice trembles as my cock slips in and out of her, her back arching as each stroke pushes her closer to the edge.

“I am besotted with you,” I whisper my lips now dusting across her shoulder, her arousal coating my cock.

Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder and my heart slams against my chest.

“You close baby?” her pussy tightens around my cock, wetness gathering between our bodies and she moans a hum.

Pulling myself up, my fingers curl around her hips as I lift them a little higher and slide my cock to the tip, edging in and out of her.

“Pacey,” her eyes roll in her head, her teeth sinking into her arm, her face still turned towards me.

Rolling forward, my cock slides deep inside of her and my once slow pace is now replaced with hard pounds into her.

“Yes,” she moans, turning her face back around and my fingers tease up her back and wrap in the root of her hair as I tug her head back.

“Come for me wife, make a mess,” I grit my teeth as I pump my own release inside of her just as her orgasm crashes through her.

I wishI said I had slept, I was lucky if I managed an hour. Nerves were rip pooling in my stomach, anxiety laced my skin and my mouth was dry. I'm on my back, eyes pinned to the ceiling, hands resting on my stomach and a thin sheet over my legs. Slowly, I turn to look at my wife, to look at the love of my life who is still asleep next to me and I would do anything to stay here and sleep the day away but we both know that isn't an option.

Today was the day.

Rolling over, I wrap my arm over her body and drag her towards me as I bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent.

“I love you, Morgan Rivera,” I whisper against her skin before I dust a kiss on her neck, trailing them to her ear, her cheek and finally pressing my lips against her temple. Her eyes flutter and all I can do is watch her with intent like it is the lasttime I will ever see her pretty face. My mind drifts and I find myself wondering what I would see in my last seven minutes and I know it's her.

“Hey,” her voice croaks as she snuggles into me and I hold her tightly against my body.

“I didn't want to wake you,” I admit placing kisses against her delicate skin, my fingers trailing up and down her bare skin.

“I'm glad you did,” she murmurs, “I would have been really sad if you sneaked out of our bed Mr Rivera without saying a propersee ya later.” Her ass rolls over my already hard dick and I moan in her ear, nipping at her lobe.

“You’re a bad girl,” I whisper against her ear, my fingers skating up the side of her thigh, teasing them under her silk nightie.

“You make me bad, Sheriff,” she teases and my hand skims down and dips under her leg as I lift it, her back to my front.

“I suppose I can spare a few more minutes,” I groan, a wicked smile crossing my lips, my hand tugging my boxers down and lining my cock up at her opening, I slip inside of her wet cunt in one roll of my hips and her erotic moans make my skin burst into goosebumps.

“Oh god,” her arm lifts, her hand cupping behind my head as she pulls my lips towards her, our tongue dancing as I fuck her slow, pushing us both to our orgasm and suddenly, I am terrified of losing her.

She followsme downstairs and out onto the decked porch, the sun sitting high in the dusty blue skies, the soft chirp of the birds in the distance, the sweet smell that surrounds the air and I welcome the warm breeze that wraps around our bodies.

I hate that I am leaving her.

“Okay, so you know the plan, yes?” I turn to look at her as I hold my hat between my fingertips and let it hang in front of me and she gives me a nod. She is dressed back in her pink silk nightie, her hair messy from this morning, the evidence of the night before surrounding her.

“Dressed and straight over to Nate's.”

“That's the one baby,” she steps towards me and places her hand on my chest, her spare hand reaching up as she places my hat on her head and my heart slams against my chest.

“Promise to come home to me,” her voice is a whisper in the summer wind.

I swallow and my throat bobs as I try and rid the thickness that coats it.

“Promise you will be safe,” her fingertips curl and pinch my dark gray tee as she clings onto me, my heart racing in my chest.

“I promise,” my voice cracks and I hate that I have lied because I have no idea whether I will make it home.

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