“For the record, I wouldn’t mind watching you drip out the cum I filled you with. I stepped out of the bathroom because I figured you’d prefer the privacy.” His voice rumbles low so only I can hear him, and I nearly choke on my mouthful of cream. A finger trails down the side of my neck. “You just let me know if you want me to stay and watch next time.” I force myself to swallow, then hold the cloth napkin over my mouth. “Jesus, Dominic.” He hands me my coffee. “Just being honest, Wife.” “You’re a menace,” I scoff.
