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I’m naked by the time he pushes me down, my lips sore and my cock hard. It bounces with me, slapping against my leg when I land.
Wilson watched it all with an untamed hunger hardening his gaze.
It makes me shiver.
“What if he takes all night to come home?”
His smile grows into something sinister.
“You’re gonna warm my cock until then.”
Chapter 42
Something wicked
Wilson
Itake my timepulling the clothes from my body, each article dropped to the floor triggering a flame in Amo’s eyes.
I used to hate my body, it’s soft stomach and copious body hair. But when he looks at me …
Whentheylook at me …
I feel it in my bones.
Stalking closer, I don’t stop until my shins touch the edge of the bed, and his neck is extended all the way back to watch me.
Pinching his chin, I line up my hard cock.
“I love you, baby.” Amos grins and whispers it back, a flush darkening his cheeks, as I continue. “But I’m about to fuck these pretty lips like I don’t.”
Gaze flaring wide, I don’t give him a chance to respond before digging my thumb into his chin and pressing the head of my cock against his lips. I thrust forward, filling his mouth and he moans around me.
I push deeper, hitting the back of his throat, and his eyes roll back.
“That’s so good, baby. You’re taking me so deep.”
Gripping his curls in both fists, I pull back just enough for him to breathe through his nose.
“Get your fill.That’s it. I’m gonna fuck your face now.”
He hums and nods around my length, sending little tingles fluttering across my skin.
“Such a good boy.” His eyes flare wide and heated, though I don’t wait for the praise to settle before thrusting hard down his throat. He gags at the sudden intrusion, clenching around my cock and making my stomach tighten.
I groan and fist his hair harder, using it as a handle to keep control of his head.
The hair around the root of my cock tickles when it touches his nose and my balls draw up tight when they smack his chin.
“Fuuuuuck, I wanna come so bad.” He nods enthusiastically and garbles around my length. “You want me to coat this throat, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” he mumbles and chokes.
I tsk and pull back. “That how you want Moros to find us?” His eyes flare wide with heat and recognition. “Right, I didn’t think so. He should come home to me buried in your ass instead, so he can watch like he said, right?”
He moans around my length again, nods, then digs his palm into his groin.
“Yes, that, please,” he croaks out with a rasp when I finally back off enough for him to speak. “Buried in me sounds good.”
