Page 82 of Stitch
“You’d better mean me, and you’d better not be planning to have two old ladies!”
Stitch rolled his eyes. “Reacher, enough is enough. We’re calling a vote on both of us today, and even if we get a nay or two, apart from those fuckers being on my shitlist, it won’t stop us. No more unanimous votes, remember? Go. Call it now. We’ll start out by telling them they’re stuck with me, and then we’ll call the votes.”
He actually bothered to look at me then.
“This is what you want, right? I’m just fucking desperate to make you mine forever, and being my wife isn’t enough. Not now. I want my name on you. I want your fucking name on me.”
“Jesus… if you two start boning right now, I’m gonna kick your naked ass all the way down to the bar.”
Stitch grinned, cupping my face to keep my eyes on his.
“You wanna be my old lady, babe?”
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to just make do with me now, you have time to find someone better.”
Stitch slid his hand down to my throat and tightened his grip.
“Reacher, go and call Church, please. I just need a few minutes with my wife.”
Reacher rolled his eyes, and headed for the door.
“Sure, Stitch. I’ll just go do as I’m told, like I’m not the fucking boss.” The door slammed and Stitch started moving, walking me back to the bed. He only let go of my throat when he shoved me and watched me stumble back onto the bed, landing on my back and elbows.
“Dammit, Stitch.”
Stitch
Iundid my jeansand freed my cock from my boxers, staring down at my wife, soon to be my old lady forfucking ever.
“Get your pants off, Camille. Guess I need to remind you of how much I fucking want you.”
She shook her head.
“Right fucking now, Camille. I want your fucking pussy now.” She moved up onto her knees on the bed, shaking her head again.
“Use my mouth, Stitch. I want to taste you, and we need to hurry before someone else walks in.” Oh fuck yes. I’ll have that fucking mouth of hers.
“They’ll knock, babe, but yeah, I want that fucking mouth right now. Open wide.”
The second those soft lips parted, I was easing my dick inside her warm wet mouth, and I didn’t hold back. She wanted me to ‘use her mouth’ and suddenly it was all I could think about. This woman. My woman. My fucking wife. Soon to be my old lady.
I never thought I’d find someone I’d want to connect with in that way, but here she was. Just when I’d needed her the most. My strength when I was losing mine. My sanity when I was sure mine was all gone. My fucking life.
She gagged, and I pulled back, but she was shaking her head, pulling me closer with her hands on my ass. She wanted it, she wanted to choke on my cock, and I’d always give her what she wanted. I fucked her mouth ruthlessly, trying to pull back whenever it seemed like she was struggling, but she kept fighting me on it.
She wanted it rough. My lady always wanted it rough, proving how perfect she was for me. Not because I was an animal, but because I’d always enjoyed more vigorous sex, and sex with her was fucking life-affirming.
Camille angled her head, taking me deeper into her throat, and fuck, her swallowing against the tip of my cock had me groaning out and jetting my cum an instant later. Fuck me… the roar of fucking intense pleasure through my body nearly took me down onto the bed with her.
I pulled back, and eased free of her sweet mouth, watching as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. I pressed her chin, wanting to see my cum on her tongue, and she was more than happy to oblige.
“Fucking hot as hell. How’d I get so fucking lucky, babe?”
I tucked myself away and fastened my jeans, before I sat beside her.
“I didn’t ask properly, and you know consent matters to me. Do you truly wantto be my old lady, Camille? This marriage was kinda rushed, because we thought there was a time limit, and maybe both of us thought there was an end date coming soon. Now that we know that’s not the case, I need to hear it. I need to know that you’re definitely in this, and not just trapped by me and my bulldozer fucking behaviour.”
