Page 155 of Deceptive Vows

I fondle the neglected breast and make my way over to suck it, too. When I get my fill, I climb back up to her lips.

I haven’t had her in so long, too long, my fucking cock is bursting to be inside her.

She kisses me harder, usurping control as she shows me how much she wants me. The tenderness of her lips and greediness of her passion make me forget I’m trying to stop my heart from beating for her.

The eagerness in her touch and the impatience in her kiss make me forget I’m supposed to resist the urge to take her.

I forget everything and allow recklessness to rule my mind when I think of having her one more time.

One more taste.

One more indulgence.

One more night with my wife.

Just once more, then I’ll try to find my way back from madness.

Her greedy hands pull the buttons of my shirt open and push it down my shoulders.

I straighten and allow her to undo my belt, lacing my fingers through her hair when she caresses my cock through the fabric of my pants.

I love the feel of the silky strands flowing through my fingers like water, and the feel of her at my fingertips touching me the way she knows will please me.

I watch her and commit everything about what she’s doing to memory because I never want to forget.

So, I watch the way she unzips my fly and pushes my pants down to take out my cock. I love the confidence she exudes as she does this, knowing she’s doing exactly what I want her to.

I savor the way she licks over the head of my dick, licking off the pearly bead of pre-cum before she takes my length into her mouth and sucks me.

Fuck.She’s fucking perfect. Fucking perfect and mine.

My dick grows in her hands and her mouth, aching for release. My balls tighten, and I nearly blow my load, but I control it. No fucking way am I going to finish now when we’re just getting started.

If this is our last time , I want to take everything I can from her and seal it inside my heart and soul.

She stops sucking, knowing my body needs her to stop so I can fuck her now. I pick her up, and we move toward the wall I first pressed her up against when I took her virginity.

We’re different people to the man and woman we were back then. Or rather, she was still a girl, and I made her my woman up against this wall.

I slam into her passage, wet and ready just for me, and she moans out loud. I do, too, because she feels so fucking good. She fits me perfectly, and I was made for her. As was my body to please hers.

Our burning bodies move together as one as I drive into her, fucking her relentlessly.

She writhes against me, moving her hips against mine, fucking me, too.

Heat streaks through me and explodes with savage energy. It tears me apart and leaves my mind reeling with delight and everything good.

She comes with a soul-wrenching cry, her body clenching mine deep to the core.

I’m not, however, finished with her yet. Not even close.

With her legs wrapped around me, I take her to the bed, where we fall down onto the silky sheets with me fucking her into the mattress.

Insanity intoxicates me, and like an addict, I indulge in more of her, going deeper, harder, faster.

When she comes again, I flip her onto her hands and knees so I can take her from behind.

She barely manages to catch her breath when I do and plunge back into her.