She rolls her eyes but does as I tell her. “The coach doesn’t want me.”
I only grunt in response. My eyes eat up every inch of her naked pregnant body. Bullshit. You’d never convince me that every man and a good chunk of women don’t want my wife. What’s not to want? She’s perfection.
She doesn’t see it. That’s fine. She has me to keep an eye out for her. “My wife is going to let her husband get his fill.” I grab her hips. I turn her, bringing her down onto the bed gently. She laughs as I come down over her.
“You could get your fill? You’ll never be full.” I fight a smile because she’s right. I could never get enough of her.
“I’ll die trying,” I tell her before I silence her next smart remark with a kiss. Her hands dig into my hair as I dominate her mouth. When I pull back to look down at her, the teasing has left her eyes.
“Go ahead and try.” She smirks. I reach down, spreading her legs wide as I slip down on her body. I’m fucking hard as a rock. I know I’m not going to make it. I’m going to have to rub one out while I eat her. I want her to come on my tongue before I slip into her wet heat.
I reach into my pants, fisting my cock as I bury my face between her thighs. I lick and suck on her as I rub my cock to the sounds and taste of her. I spend my night reminding myself that she’s mine. Mine to taste, love, to do anything I want with. I show her no one will ever love her the way I do.
This little muse is all mine.
THE END