Page 115 of Allegiance

“God. I could do this all night,” he muttered, watching her nipples pebble, and her body respond to his.

Oh, she could too.

“Rogue,” she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure.

He rolled, forcing his wife to ride him. What he wanted to see was her cum above him as she bounced on his dick.

As he set her free, Jinx did the work, her body rocking his world with each glide down and up his thick erection.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered when she touched her own clit, getting herself off.

That was going to do him in.

He’d bet on it.

“Catch up,” he muttered, as Jinx did something sexy with her body that reminded him of an undulating snake.

Why wasn’t he surprised?

“I’m close,” she whispered, as she rode him and touched herself.

Rogue didn’t think he could hold on.

He began praying to the kink gods to keep him from cumming.

Only, when he opened his eyes, the sight of his wife lost in the pleasure over him was too much.

He.

Was.

Done.

“Cumming, Jinxy!” he shouted, as he exploded deep in her body, forcing her from the edge with him.

All that heat filled her, and he loved every second of it. It was proprietary and made him feel…safe.

She was his, and always would be.

As she lay over him, trying to fight to surface through the pleasure, Rogue rolled.

When he pulled out of his wife and caught his breath, he grinned down at her.

“Yeah, I don’t deserve you.”

She laughed.

“Trust me, I know,” she teased, knowing that was anything but the truth. This man was why she healed. He gave her a family and a purpose.

He gave her a future.

Rogue nuzzled her.

“Maybe that got you pregnant.”

She laughed.

“Oh, Jesus. You have Jagger-itis. There aren’t Voodoo beads under this bed, are there?”