Three's a Crowd (2 page)

“I don’t know.” She shrugged as she continued to fondle his balls. “Can that guy you work with, you know the one with all the tats, join us, too?”

“Josh?”

What the fuck? Didn't she know there was a double standard when it came to this shit?

“Yeah, he’s pretty hot,” she moaned before sucking one of his balls into her mouth.

“Abso-fuckin-lutley not!” He tugged on her hair. “You are mine.”

She looked up at him with those big, brown eyes and smiled. His Greek goddess was stunning and all he'd ever need or want. She arched a brow at him. "Hmm?"

“I see your point; no threesomes.” He wasn't into sharing. No matter how much he dreamed about it, when push actually came to shove, there was no way he could sit back and watch anyone put their hands on his wife. Woman or not. He'd save those thoughts for his fantasies.

She giggled just as she had in his dream. He loved the sound of her laughter. When she was happy, he was doing something right. That made him swell with pride. He was the reason she lit up the room and he would always do everything in his power to make her life perfect.

"You're so beautiful." He stroked her hair. "How did I end up with you?"

"You're just lucky, I guess." She giggled again.

Connor loved how cheery she was in the morning. He was usually such a grouch when he opened his eyes, but she had a way of changing all of that for him. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He fell in love with her a little more every day.

"Yeah, well, you didn't do so bad yourself." He playfully tugged on her hair.

"No, I didn't." She peeked at him through her bangs. "We both did alright."

“Hop up on my cock. I need to come before I go to work.” He gave her his best panty-soaking smile, but judging from the juices that had already seeped out of her and onto his thigh, she was ready to go.

“With pleasure, Mr. Hughes.” She crawled on top of him and positioned herself directly where he needed her to be.

Just like in his dream.

“Oh…” He moaned once she impaled herself on his dick. He was more worked up over that sexy dream than he had thought. She already had his whole body tingling with anticipation.

 She quickly found her rhythm, riding him hard and fast. Her breasts bounced up and down in time with her movements. Her normally olive-colored skin was flush with a thin sheen of sweat, and her long hair flowed down her shoulders and back. It was still tangled from her sleep. She looked like a banshee, all feral and wild. She was gorgeous.

“Fuck, Connor…” she screamed as she continued to rock into him.

"That's it, baby. Let go. Make yourself feel good."

She ran her hands over her stomach and to her tits.

"Yes," he said. "Play with them."

She cupped each of her breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples. Her muscles tightened around him, milking him with everything she had. She leaned back and rested her hands on his thighs, shuddering a few times before she released.

He could watch her come for hours. It literally took his breath away when she lost herself in her own pleasure.

"Turn around," he said. "I want to see that pretty little ass."

She shot him the most wicked grin before doing what he asked. She moved off of him, crawled to the top of the bed and gripped the headboard, bracing herself for what was coming next.

Connor moved behind her, pushed her hair to the side and then kissed her neck as he reached down and took his cock in his hand. "You liked when I take you like this, don't you?"

"Hmm…" She arched her back and threw her ass in the air. "You can get so deep this way."

He continued to kiss her neck as he rubbed the tip of his cock along her moist folds. "You’re so wet."

"It's all for you."

"Do you know what you do to me?"

He entered her pussy as slowly as he could, savoring the way her warmth felt as he pushed inch by inch inside her heat. She was slick and tight. "Oh, baby, so good."

She pressed against him, too impatient to wait for him. "Move, please." Her voice was laced with desperation. "I need to feel you move."

"I want to feel our connection. I love being this close to you."

"Me too."

He moved his hands down to her hips and slid all the way out. His dick glistened with her juices. Her scent, the feel of her skin against his and the noises she made drove him crazy.

"Connor, I can't wait anymore." She pleaded with him to continue. He could hear the desperation in her voice.

"Hold on." He smirked before slamming all the way back in.

Oh!" She jerked forward.

"I told you to hold on."

He kept up his relentless pace, pulling all the out, and then pushing back in, never taking his eyes away from the view between them. He felt her body tighten again, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer for either of them. He slipped his hand down her smooth skin and pressed his finger against her clit, helping her to tumble over the edge for the second time that morning.

A few minutes later, he screamed out his own release as he shot his stream deep within her tight core. He collapsed against her back, panting and sweating.  He rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck.

"Now that's how we should wake up every day." He pulled her down onto the bed and settled in next to her.

"We pretty much do." She ran her hand over his cheek. "That's why we're always running late."

"It's worth it."

"Until one of us loses our job." She shook her head. "You're a bad influence."

"It would still be worth it." He leaned down and gently kissed her.

"I put on the coffee while you were still having your kinky dream." She smiled. "Did I do anything with Janine in that dream?"

"Oh, are you curious?"

"Maybe?"

"You were pretty receptive to everything she wanted to try," he said. "It was hot."

"I'll bet." She rolled her eyes. "Men!"

"I can't help what my subconscious comes up with." He glanced at the clock. "We still have time for a shower. If we do it together we can save time."

"That never saves time."

"True, but it's still fun." He ran his hand down her arm and rested it on her hip. "Even though I was dreaming about us and another chick, I knew you were the only one I wanted to be with. The only one I truly belonged to."

She leaned forward and placed her lips against his. "I hope so." She gave him a slow, sensual kiss. The kind of kiss that had his dick recovering and jumping back into action.

He trailed his hand down to her freshly waxed mound and ran his fingers over it.

"Connor." She moaned. "We can't."

"In my dream you said I could taste you." He moved his fingers inside her pussy, sliding them in and out. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist oral sex.

"What are you waiting for?" She hiked her leg up over his hip and moved in time with his fingers.

"I think we need to call out today. What do you think?" He added his thumb, gently rubbing it against her clit. "We could play all day."

"I like the way you think." She licked his bottom lip.

“You know you’re all I’ll ever need, right,” he whispered against her mouth.

“I feel the same way,” she responded. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Hughes.” He slipped his hands out of her and slithered down her body. "Now, about that taste?"

She threw her head back, spread her legs and tangled her fingers in his hair. "All yours."

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBooks industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing and scrapbooking. She hope's you'll get lost in her words.

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