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“Please, My King. I need you to fuck me!”
His rumble sounds like a purr, “Anything for my Queen.”
CHAPTER76
King
I poundmy cock into my wife, giving her what she wants. But my eyes don’t know where to focus. On her ass bouncing. Or the sliver of a profile I can see, showing her raptured expression. Or on the man in the chair, wanting to see what he focuses on. Which parts he likes most.
He knows he’s a dead man, but he still has a boner, because no one could watch Savannah in the throes of passion and not get a fucking hard-on.
And knowing she’s mine. All fucking mine.
I drop the last threads of control, and I just let go.
I thrust into my woman and feel her clench around me.
I hold her waist tight. Keep her in place as I bury myself as deep as I can go.
Pound into her. Make her tits and her ass and her everything jiggle with each thrust.
And when I feel her start to squeeze me, I bend forward, placing my chest against her back, so I can reach underneath us. Rubbing that spot where we meet.
“Husband,” Savannah moans.
“What do you need?”
“I need… I need to come.”
“Right now?” I ask, already closing my fingers around her clit.
“Please.”
“Watch him,” I grit the command out as I start to rub her swollen bundle of nerves. “Watch him watching you fall apart.” I keep rubbing, keep pumping my hips. “Go on, Baby. Come for both of us. Show him what you can do.”
Savannah turns her head to watch the man and I immediately feel her clamp down on my cock. And I start to come.
I hear the man groan, and I hear the chain around his neck clank, but I’m too busy to look away. Because my cock jerking inside of her is apparently all my wife needs to send her over the edge with me.
Savannah cries out, her head dropping down as her shoulders curl forward, the orgasm taking over her body.
My balls constrict and I groan as I pump out the rest of my cum. And I keep playing with her clit, keep making her convulse, as I pull out.
I lean back so I can look down between us and see my release dripping onto the floor.
“That’s right, Honey. Push it out.” Savannah’s knees start to bend, so I drag my hand away from her core and hook my arm around her waist. Pulling her against my chest, I support her weight and press my lips to her hair.
“You did so good.”
I reach my other arm around and pull up the front of her dress, tucking her glorious tits away now that we’re done.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Savannah Baby.”
I adjust the skirt of her dress, so she’s completely covered. Then I tuck my dick back into my pants, before I wrap both arms around her.
Her heart is pounding beneath her ribs, and her breath is still coming out choppy. And even though she came so prettily, a fission of doubt creeps into my thoughts.
I lower my face so our cheeks are touching, putting my face between her and the man in the chair. “You okay, Wife?”