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“Let me at least make you feel good. I want to make sure you get off.”
Fuck, this is humiliating. Having to beg my wife to let me lick her pussy, both of us knowing full well that ten years ago, she loved how ravenous I was for her. But now it feels like we’re just performing roles in a well-rehearsed play. And doing a shitty fucking job of it.
Briar gave me something to believe in. She was something to believe in.
I miss you. I still love you. I need you. You mean everything to me. These sentiments die before they reach my lips. They wouldn’t make it over the wall between us anyway. She’s already miles away.
“That’s my girl,” I say in her ear. “Come on my cock. Don’t you dare let me down.”
My sessions over the last few weeks have been difficult. Men, women, couples, groups…doesn’t matter.
“The DA is charging him with attempted murder.”
understand, but it’s not fair for you to judge somebody you haven’t even met,”
But I am. I’m mad at her for letting that asshole have her heart when she deserves so much better. I hate that, because of him, I can’t tell her how amazing she is.
I want her. I want to seduce her. I want to make her mine. I want to have Briar Goode at my mercy and in my bed. Then I want to see the look on Caleb’s face when he finds out. It’s funny, really. I’ve only wanted two people in my entire life. The first time, it was his brother. And now, it’s his wife.
His deep, sexy voice whispers in my ear, “You might be married to him, but you belong to me.”
“Tell her what you want,”
“Worship my cock like it’s the only one for you.”
“That’s it, Briar,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna come down your throat. My dirty fucking wife. My fucking wife.”
“Your fucking mouth, angel,” I say with a grunt. “You might be a good girl, but you suck dick like a very bad girl.”
Fun? Did she literally call that fun, as if we just finished playing a board game? I Eiffel Towered my wife with a twenty-six-year-old male prostitute, and she called it fun.
And when she draws a picture of everyone in her family together on the back of an old bank statement, I definitely should not be so touched by how she includes me—but I am.
“I’m married, and I know I shouldn’t, but fuck, Dean. I need your mouth. I need it so fucking bad.”
Fuck yes, please. Give me all of it. Let me feel your pleasure sliding all the way down my throat.
“I’m so sorry to have to tell you this over the phone, but Mr. Sheridan passed late last night.”
just want you two to be with me,” I say, my voice sounding so sad and lifeless. “Just fucking hold me.”
“You are so sexy,” Caleb adds with his lips against my ear. “And you’re all ours.”
“Our angel.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m proud that you’ve finally made it here. I love you so much.”
