precum at the tip of my dick. My toes clutch under when her lips engulf the swollen head. Chevelle’s moan sends vibrations through my shaft and down to my baws. Aware of what she’s doing to me, Chevelle kneads my heavy sack, plunging her wet, hot mouth around my hardness.
“Right there.” My order comes out harsh and guttural. Hips thrust as I feck her bonny face.
I feel like her mouth is trying to dominate my hard cock. Her suction is amazing.
“Feckin’ Hell!” I swear, holding her deep, exploding in her mouth. Thick creamy cum streams to the back of her throat. Clamping my arse, Chevelle bobs her head, addicted to the lengthy jet of my seed.
I grip her arm, yanking her to her feet. My hands slip under her rump, and I nudge my nose to the sweet column of her neck. I nip and lick the tender area. Voice gone and thick like gravel, I rasp, “My turn.”
Chevelle’s soft curves shift as she squeals.
Face planted in her sex, I descend to my knees, laying my treasure at the edge of our bed. My tongue flicks expertly, searching and finding her sweet spot in less than a second. I squeeze the fat, silky flesh of her arse and bring my wife to a quick orgasm. Her sugary liquid gushes into my mouth. My wife loses control, writhing around. Her hands fly to my head, holding me hostage. With my mouth planted against Chevelle’s cunt, nose against her clit, I focus on her throbbing walls.
My mouth curves at one edge. I lean back on my haunches. A glow spans across Chevelle’s brown skin. She tosses her hands over her head, eyes closed, moaning in approval.
“Give me a minute, hen,” I growl, beating my hardening cock. My tongue wars against her pussy as I tell my dick to man the feck up. Bless her the way she just blessed ye.
My recharged cock springs to life. I lay Chevelle back on the bed. My muscular frame is all over her soft body as my erection slithers into her heat.
“Leith,” Chevelle pants, fingernails raking my back and shoulders. Her legs drape over my hips, locking me in. Waves of pleasure break like the ocean over us as I rock into her. In a surge, my cock dominates her sex, revved like a supercar. But I torture us together with languid, powerful thrusts. Each drive sends her tits jiggling in my feckin’ face.
Gasps and cries fill my ears. Chevelle’s erotic moans compel me to thrust harder, but I keep steady, feckin’ her just right. While her velvety pussy milks my cock, I hold her tight, showering her with kisses. From her cheeks to her neck to the elevation of her breasts, there’s no place on her body off-limits. Chevelle is wholly mine.
Sometime later, we hold each other in bed. Chevelle murmurs, “You came home.”
“Ye said that already, hen. Why are ye so shocked?” I reply. Shite, she’s shocked? My life flashed before me when Chevelle screamed on the phone. It wasn’t until I landed at Long Beach airport that I got a message from Brody. I had no idea the bastard still remembered where she once worked. He’d mumbled something about attempting to be a better brother-in-law when he let Knox and Firth head the McFarland mission.
“Ye can’t be surprised, hen. I’d do anything for ye.”
“Yeah, but all the spontaneous stuff ended when we had Mia, or when we were married.” Chevelle’s finger roams across my chest. “Damn, that sounds bad. We’re only three years into this, and it’s kind of like a bull ride that I don’t want to get off. I’m so happy you came. You must’ve driven all night.”
“Nae. I took a red-eye. Paid a man a thousand dollars for his seat. After I heard ye scream, I tried desperately to get a hold of ye. Had no control, hen.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Nae, must be me who has it all wrong, Chevelle. Leaving ye during the week. That’ll change soon. I may not get it right the first or second time, but I know what’s most important to a man. That’s his hen. Ye, baby.”
“Awe, Leith.” She snuggles close to my chest. “You’re so good to me.”
“Ye deserve the feckin’ best. I’ve to be an example for Mia. Ye’ve seen that crazy girl?”
Smiling, Chevelle pops my bicep. “Call my baby a hag, and I’m going to rough you up.”
“Shite, crazy as she is, our parenting has to stick to the lassie once she’s ready