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“I can walk, Jake.”

“I want you in my arms right now,” I grouse.

“Seems like you’re always carrying me,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“That a bad thing?” I question.

“Not at all,” she sighs.

“I can’t help it. I’m in love with my best friend, and my wife. I hit the jackpot,” I say as we make it inside the cabin.

“We both did. I love you,” she says on a squeal of laughter as she bounces on the bed. Her luscious tits bouncing almost out of her dress.

“Love you more than life itself,” I take off my suit jacket, then my tie, cufflinks, and then unbutton my dress shirt. Her eyes never leave mine.

I strip out of my shirt and give her the strip tease she seems to desperately want. My belt comes out next and I leave it laying on the bed beside her hip.

She lifts up on her elbows as I kick off my shoes and socks. Only then do I go for the button on my slacks and then the zipper. That tongue of hers that I love so much comes out to play and I know that look in her eyes. She wants her mouth on me. Tonight, neither of us will be getting any sleep.

Once my pants hit the floor, I grasp my hard cock and stroke it until she’s up and her hand covers mine.

“Fuck yeah, Baby, takeover. Show me how much you want me, Rissa.” Her hand is on my cock as she bends down and licks the head of my cock.

Seeing an opportunity to unzip her dress, I do just that and then I see her back. It’s sleek as she’s basically on all fours, minus one hand, and is taking my cock down her throat. My hand glides down her back and into the back of her panties, and I find her wet and waiting. My fingers slam inside her as she moans out my name, “Jake!”

I continue thrusting my fingers in and out of her hot pussy and grunt, “Keep your mouth on me, Larissa.”

I finger fuck her as she takes me. I want her to come and if I’m being honest, I’m ready to come myself and then I’ll take my time enjoying every inch of my beautiful wife’s body.

Larissa

My orgasm is never ending as I come on Jake’s fingers. As soon as my legs are done shaking and my panting calms down, I dive back into what I was doing, sucking his cock. I want to taste his come on my tongue.

I continue using my hands and mouth as Jake’s hands dive into my hair. His hips piston, as I suck him down, I know when he’s about to come. His hands fist tighter in my hair, and his breath is coming in harder.

“I’m coming down your throat, Larissa,” he warns, before he blows. I take every drop of his come and swallow.

“Fuck, woman,” he says as he is bringing me up to a standing position. My wedding dress pools down by my feet. I’m left standing in my heels and sexy lingerie. I look up at Jake and see the desire on his face. His cock is already back to life.

“Get back on the bed, hands above your head,” he demands. When he gets like this, I’m liquid putty to him. The want and desire pool in my panties as I climb back onto the bed, on all fours until I lay down and I’m on my back. I slowly bring my hands up, and I now know why he left his belt on the bed as he picks it up and ties my hands to the bed with his belt.

“This okay?” he questions. I pull on it and can still wiggle my wrists.

“I’m more than okay,” I respond.

“Taking my time with you tonight, we probably won’t get any sleep, and I’m not sorry at all,” he grunts.

He moves in between my thighs, running his hands over every inch of my body. When he gets to my breasts, he moves my bra down and then his mouth is on my nipple. He’s biting and licking while his other hand is in between us. I feel him slip inside my panties, where he finds my clit. His thumb circles it and it has me arching my back off the bed as he switches to my other breast.

“Jake, please. I need you inside me,” I plead.

“Not yet, Baby. You gotta be patient,” he growls as he leaves my nipple and licks a path down my stomach, before dipping underneath the lace of my panties.

He takes his finger off my clit and I groan. I don’t want him to leave any part of my body.

Jake wrenches my panties down my thighs and then his mouth is on my pussy. My hips rock into him and if my hands were free, they would be in his hair.


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