Page 94 of Affair
That was all he had to say.
Shoving off the bed, Maura got naked. She pulled off her sweater, and undid her bra.
When she did, Jagger moaned.
“Oh, that’s the picture I love,” he said, checking her out. From the baby bump to the full breasts, he was in his glory.
His wife was luscious and hot.
It was when she dropped her cargo pants, and panties that he was really having a good time.
She.
Was.
Wet.
Only, before he could say shit, she was back on him, pulling his pants from his body, and his boots with them.
Someone wanted him fully naked.
Tossing his things, Jagger’s boxer briefs didn’t stand a chance when a hungry woman was on the prowl.
Thank God.
Faster than he could think, Maura was back at it, and by‘it’, he meant him.
As she moved down his chest, she was leaving a trail of fire in her wake.
And he liked it.
Sue him.
The scene was spectacular.
He was a tit man, and he liked when she was pregnant, and they got bigger.
What was he saying?
Truthfully, she was still breastfeeding Michael, off and on, when their little man needed boob juice. They were perpetually spectacular.
Yeah, this was his kink.
There was nothing sexier than a mother. Now, he got the whole MILF thing.
He was fucking a total MILF, and he was never going to stop.
“Wait.”
She paused, looking up.
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t want to get fixed. I want more kids. When I said I should get fixed, it was because I really believed you’d keep putting yourself in danger. That you didn’t today, knowing what was at stake makes me feel secure. I want more babies, Maura. Three isn’t enough. I want a brood.”
She blinked.
“Okay. Can I have your dick now?”
