“Jesus Christ, Mia.”

She doesn’t say a word as she slides the zipper down and pumps my cock. Doesn’t say a goddamn thing as she ducks under my arm and runs her tongue over the swollen head, licking my slit. Her hand wraps around the base as she works her mouth up and down my length, wetting it and moaning, her lips vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

I stop at a red light, gazing down into my lap. I brush her hair out of her face and watch her work my dick.

Her lips stretching wide. Her eyes closed in pure fucking bliss.

Christ, how lucky am I? Road head? She’s going to make me come so fucking hard doing this.

“That’s sexy as fuck, baby.”

She smiles a little around my shaft. The tiniest twitch of her lip.

Her other hand pushes inside my shorts and cups my balls, rolling them in her palm as she takes me to the back of her throat and gags, her saliva pooling in the corner of her mouth and dripping down my length.

The sight of her taking all of me is exquisite.

I gasp and fist her hair. My thighs tense against the leather seat.

“Ah, fuck, Mia. Goddamn . . . you want it, don’t you? You want to taste my cum. Can’t wait ’til I get you in that room and on your knees, can you, baby?”

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“Nm, mmm.”

“Fucking greedy. My greedy wife needs it. Needs my cock filling that hot ass mouth.”

Her teeth gently press into my skin. Her warm tongue soothes the sting, lapping the reddened veins.

My hips start jerking, quick thrusts into her welcoming mouth.

The car behind me beeps. I know the light has changed, but I don’t give a fuck.

I’m not stopping. Mia sure as shit isn’t stopping. She’s going at me like I’m her last meal, the last thing she wants to consume before leaving this earth.

She’s choosing me. My cum. My throbbing cock.

I’m supposed to deny her just because some dickhead behind me has places to go? Fat fucking chance.

I slide my hand down her back and squeeze her ass, eliciting a little gasp from her. My other hand is in her hair, a tight fist guiding her up and down, moving her mouth along my dick as I thrust and thrust away from the seat, arching my back and growling, the nerves along my spine crackling with energy and heat and fuck . . . she squeezes my balls again at the same time as deep-throating me, her other hand jacking me off violently into her mouth.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” I moan, emptying myself down her throat, coming so fucking hard my foot slides off the pedal and the truck lurches forward.

“Fuck!”

I shift my foot back to the brake, gripping the wheel with both hands as I continue exploding.

Mia swallows, licking and sucking me dry, making these hot, little squelching noises with her mouth.

I sag against the seat. I nearly pass the fuck out.

She purrs, clearly proud of herself. With the sexiest, sweetest smile, Mia turns her head and gazes up at me through those long, dark lashes. Her eyes soft and adoring.

“Good?” she asks, resting her head on my thigh, her breathing irregular.

Another car lays on the horn behind us. The light apparently changed again. I ignore them, along with every other motherfucker out here on the road.

My wife just sucked my brains through my cock. I’m going to love on her a little. They can go the fuck around me.

I scoop Mia up and pull her into my lap, kissing her jaw and the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

“You are going to get fucked so hard, Mia Kelly,” I whisper, loving the little shudder that ripples through her body and the pause in her breath.

She presses her lips to my cheek.

“Good. Now hurry up and get us there.”

I TRAIL BEHIND MIA INTO the villa, carrying our bags and the welcome basket we received at check-in.

Chocolate, assorted teas, a bottle of wine, and some information on the resort; a map and a few local restaurant menus.

I look up after kicking the door closed.

Mia stops beside the bed and bends over, unhooking the strap on her sandal. The hem of her dress rides up.

Restaurant menus? They might as well go straight in the fucking garbage. I’m staring at my next several meals right here.

“Wow. This place is beautiful, Ben.” Mia tosses her shoes against the wall and explores the ocean-front room. She runs her hand over the bedspread and fingers the amber-tinted jewels hanging from the lampshade on the table before popping into the bathroom. “We have one of those giant soaking tubs!” she yells.

Laughing, I set the bags down, all but one. I carry the small cinch tote over to the bed and pull off my shirt.

“Oh, my God, it’s huge!”

I smirk. “Thank you.”

Mia peeks her head out, grinning. Her eyes burn over my bare chest, then fall on the tote. “Whatcha got there?” she asks, padding across the room.

I loosen the string and pull out the oil.

Stopping beside me, Mia stares at the bottle in my hand. Her lips part with a slow inhale.

“I want to give you a massage.”

She lifts her gaze. Her pink tongue wets her lips. “Okay.”

“I want you naked.”

Mia smiles a little. “Okay,” she says, her voice softer.

An anxious whisper that makes my dick jump.

I jerk my chin at the bed. “And I really want you to lie still and let me do this. Let me take care of you.” I bend to kiss her mouth. “That means no grabbing my junk.”

“What?” she laughs against me. “Not even a little?”

“Not until I’m done making you feel good.”

“But . . . that makes me feel really good.”

“Mia,” I growl, plucking at her dress.

“Okay, okay. No touching your junk.” She kisses my jaw and waves a dismissive hand. “Jeez. You act like I can’t control myself around that thing. I’m not even sure I want to touch it.”

I arch my brow. She giggles, playfully elbowing me in my side.

Taking my silent instruction, Mia strips off her dress and panties and climbs onto the bed, settling on her stomach. She braces her weight on her elbows.

Turning her head, her bold eyes follow my hands as I unbutton my shorts and lower them to the floor with my boxers.

She stares at my cock, unashamed in her desire. Warmth blooms in her cheeks.

“Yeah, you don’t want to touch it,” I joke, kicking my clothes to the side.

Mia drops her head. A soft laugh ripples through her body. “I’ll never forget the first time I saw it. It kind of scared the shit out of me. I’d never seen one that big before.”

I stare down at my cock, all nine glorious inches of it. My chest swells with arrogance.

Good.

“I was scared too,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed and straddling her thighs.

She looks at me over her shoulder, eyes curious.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I was really hoping I’d give you this phenomenal experience and you’d only want my dick from then on out. I felt like you were mine that night. Already. The second I saw you in the bar, I felt it.”

She blinks, those dark irises swelling. “I was yours,” she says, sounding like she’s always believed it. Maybe even as much as I have.

I swipe her hair off her face. I bend to kiss her shoulder. “Lie down, Angel.”

She flattens out on her chest, tucking her arms against her sides. Her cheek presses into the mattress.




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