I clear my throat, agreeing to play along. “Thank you, Mr. Ford. You really are the best.”
“And don’t you forget it.” He says, and gently fists the back of my hair. “But you have a poor way of showing it.” I lick my lips. Goddamn my husband is beyond yummy. His muscles, flexed and huge make me want to see him even more pumped up.
“You’re right, Mr. Ford.” I say, as my (gigantic) nipples stiffen beneath my shirt. I can’t pretend that it isn’t flattering to have him want me like this even when I’m seven months pregnant. “Let me make it up to you.”
I walk my fingers down his tight stomach and stop at his zipper. I unzip his pants and pull out his rock hard cock. He loosens his grip on the back of my hair and I make my way to my knees. Gently I stroke him, then slide the tip into my moist, wet mouth. Max groans as I glide his cock down the thick of my tongue until the tip nearly hits my tonsils. I suck him for a while, taking care to massage his balls—cause that’s what he likes.
“Fuck this.” He says and pulls me up mid-blowjob. Then he lays me on the couch and climbs on top of me. His hand slides up my skirt and his eyes go wide. “No panties?”
“Some rules just stick, Mr. Ford.”
He kisses me softly as he slides his cock into my slit. I gasp. Every time with a man like Max Ford is like the first time. If we don’t do it for a night, I get all tight again. He pumps into me , thrusting hard and fast. It doesn’t take long for that familiar buzz deep in the pit of my stomach to start vibrating. “Mr. Ford,” I whimper. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Come for me, baby.” He says. “Drench my cock in your juices.”
That kind of dirty talk is all it takes. My body releases and I convulse around his cock. He presses deep into me and stops thrusting, letting me know that he’s coming too. We ride the wave out together and when we’re done, Max helps me up off the couch.
“I love you, Mr. Ford.” I say, standing on my tippy-toes and throwing my arms around him.
“I love you too, Mrs. Ford.” He says.
“Now get dressed.” I say, kissing the dimple in his chin. “We’re about to help some people rediscover what it means to have hope, again.” His eyes sparkle, and he smiles for me, wide and genuine.
Max Ford was always meant to help people. I’m proud to say, that I’m living proof of that fact.