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My panties are on the floor before I even get to the button on his jeans.

He’s bent down to run his tongue along my pussy before I realise what’s happening.

My fingers tangle in his hair as I arch my back and express my pleasure.

I’m going to come faster than I ever have. Three weeks without him and I’m a mess of frantic need.

My orgasm builds as he works his tongue in all the ways I love. When he reaches for my hand and directs my fingers to my pussy, I almost shatter. I don’t, though. I manage to hold myself back, wanting him to take me to the edge and back, over and over before I finally allow myself to come.

Sliding my finger inside me, he finds my eyes and watches as he pushes one of his in too. He dips his mouth to my clit, still watching me, and tongues it.

My eyes flutter shut as I pant through the orgasm that wants release. The pleasure is intense and I want to let myself go, let myself feel it all, right now, but what I want more is for King to increase it to greater heights.

“Lily,” he growls, reaching our fingers deeper inside. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you.”

I obey his command at the same time the sound of people running filters through from above us.

The kids have worked out their daddy is home. That understanding flares in King’s eyes and he curses under his breath.

Letting me go, he finishes what I started with his jeans and reaches for his dick while I scramble off the vanity and turn around.

He takes hold of my neck while meeting my gaze in the mirror and thrusting hard inside me.

“Fuck.” The word falls from both our lips as he finds his rhythm. As the footsteps above us make their way to the front door.

I grip the edge of the vanity.

King has never felt so good. That’s what three weeks without him will do to a woman.

His fingers around my neck tighten the closer we move towards release.

The footsteps are on the stairs now.

The sound of the kids’ excitement becomes audible.

King pounds hard and fast into me.

I’m consumed by him.

Barely able to think about anything or anyone but him and this moment right here.

The footsteps are closer.

The excited chatter grows louder.

The kids are nearly here.

King is inside me, giving me himself, but I already feel him slipping away again.

I love our kids, but it’s at times like this I wish I didn’t have to share him.

“Oh God,” I cry as I orgasm, wanting, needing way more time with him than I’ve had.

He thrusts one last time and stills as he comes.

His hand stays around my throat while his arm circles me, squeezing me to him.

Kissing my neck, he says, “I’ve fucking missed you.”


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