Page 19 of Fools Rush Flynn

I go to work, devouring her with my lips and tongue.

Her little noises of pleasure are addicting, and I just want more and more of them. I squeeze her ass, while my mouth does all the work.

“Flynn,” she pants my name. Then she rocks slightly, pressing her pussy to my mouth. “Oh God. It’s too much, I can’t…”

I hold her body in place, keeping her spread open so I can lick her through it. Right now she’s feeling like it’s all too sensitive, but I know that just means she’s getting really close. I suck her needy little bundle of nerves into my mouth, and she goes off like a goddamn rocket.

Her body pulses against my mouth. Her voice breaks as she cries out my name. Then she all but collapses on my lap.

I hold her to me while her body comes down from its high. She nuzzles against my neck. “You’re absurdly good at that,” she murmurs into my flesh.

I laugh. “Oh yeah? Maybe you should get me a bumper sticker or a t-shirt.”

“I think I want to keep that secret to myself. I don’t want a line of women following you around.”

I reach between her legs, cupping her mound. “This is the only pussy I want.”

“It’s all yours.”

I stand and pull her onto the bed with me. Immediately her hand slips inside the front of my boxers, gripping my erection.

“Fuck, Angel. Your touch feels so good.”

“I don’t want anything between us, Flynn. Just you and me. I can pull up my medical records on my phone if you want. But I only ever had one short-lived relationship in college where I was intimate with a guy. It’s been years.”

“I haven’t touched another woman since sometime before we got married,” I say.

She looks up at me, her eyes searching my face. “Really?”

“You’re my wife. I would never cheat on you.”

She pulls me down for a heated kiss and I know she can taste herself on my tongue. “Make me your wife in every way, Flynn, please.”

I pull off my boxers and fling them off the bed, then position myself between her thick thighs. She parts for me, her eyes trained on our bodies.

I drag myself against her pussy, lubricating my shaft with her release. Already, she’s impossibly hot and wet.

“My wife,” I say, then I surge forward, sliding myself home.

She sucks in a breath, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Too much?” I ask.

“No. You’re just not small.”

“And you’re so damn tight, Angel. I hope I can last; make this good for you.”

Her thighs widen, her knees coming up as she wraps her legs around me. “It’s already good.”

I kiss her as I start to move. The first slide nearly out and then back in makes me clench my teeth.

“Tell me it feels good for you. I gotta move more, Temple. It’s too damn good.”

“Yes, do it. Fuck me, Flynn.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I pound into her. The room fills with the sloppy, wet noises of sex.

“Oh my… damn,” Temple says.