Page 112 of Allegiance

As she worked him hard, Rogue clenched his fists in the bedding.

Someone was going to get him to cum if it was the last thing she did.

God.

He loved his wife.

“Jinx!” he practically shouted as she did something particularly wicked with her hands and mouth.

Rogue fought the need to let his hips take over.

On top of that, he couldn’t look.

If he did…

He was done.

As she teased and tormented his goose-bumped flesh, Rogue was praying to any deity that would listen to him.

With each stroke of her warm mouth up and down his erection, he was closer to the end of that ride.

Only, his wife didn’t offer mercy.

Jinx was a Marine. She fought like one, she thought like one, and she certainly fucked like one.

Take.

No.

Prisoners.

In the end, he was at her mercy, and Rogue was good with that.

“Baby,” he whispered. “I’m close,” he said. “Abort the mission,” he muttered.

Only, she didn’t.

Jinx knew her husband was good for a few rounds, and honestly, she liked watching him cum.

She didn’t let up, and all he did was whimper for mercy.

Well, that said it all.

Someone was cumming.

Jinx worked him harder, and she knew when he was done. His balls tightened, and his body shook. Then, with a shout of her name, Rogue lost control.

“Cumming,” he muttered, as his body lost the battle, and he erupted hotly down his wife’s throat.

Rogue held on through the storm, his body tight and lost in the pleasure.

Only, Jinx loved seeing him like this.

When that look of rapture appeared on his face, she was her happiest.

She moved up his body, enjoying how he rode out that pleasure.

It was sexy.