Page 55 of Southpaw Slots

Not able to hold back my own ecstasy, I stand up and straddle Wyatt’s head. Arianna pants out breaths as I place a hand on her chest, easing her back against the desk. “Lay back, baby. Let me fuck this cum inside you. Give you my baby.”

Wyatt’s shaved head tickles my inner thighs as he tries to back up, but I command, “No. Stay right there. Watch me fuck her.” Then I line up and slide inside. My wife and I groan our pleasure in sync. Grabbing her thighs, I scoot her almost off the edge of the surface, so her ass is right over Wyatt’s face. He twists around, so he sits on his tailbone, stroking himself. “It won’t take long. I want you to catch my cum as it drips out of her pussy. You ready, wild card?”

“Yeah… Yes.”

“I want to hear you say youwantmy cum. Do you?”

He doesn’t respond, so I reach beneath Arianna and slap his cheek gently. “Yes. Yes, I want your cum, maverick. I want to eat it. Fuck. Just fucking give it to me, okay?”

Smiling, I thrust harder into my wife, and she sits, twisting her arms around my neck. Her grin matches mine as we fuck on top of her boyfriend’s face. Yeah…I don’t want him going anywhere.

“You ready, wife? Want me to knock you up now?”

Lowering her eyelids, she gives me a sultry look. “Yes, Asa, you know I do. Give it to me, daddy. I want your babies.”

“Oh, fuck!” No one’s ever really called me that before. Hearing that word come out of her mouth makes it impossible to hold back. Latching my teeth onto the crook of her neck, I yell and erupt inside her, filling her with my seed. As the throbs slow in my cock,my skin tingles when Wyatt’s hands crawl up my inner thighs until his fingers spread us. Like, he’s desperate for our taste in his mouth.

I draw back and my flaccid cock hangs between my thighs. He doesn’t even hesitate. As Arianna squeezes her pussy, my white jizz oozes out of her and drizzles down into his open, waiting mouth. Despite that his hand is still wrapped around his pierced cock, he’s sprayed his own cum all over his sculpted chest. The sight of him sweaty, covered in his desire for watching us and his lips coated with my DNA makes heat roll into my belly.

My fingers loosely hold his chin, but he knows what to do. Staring into my eyes with his light green ones, he closes his mouth and defiantly swallows. “Good boy,” I tell him as my cheeks flame with something like a raging arousal.

Arianna pulls me closer to her with her feet wrapped around my waist and says, “I want a kiss.” Leaning over, I press my lips against hers. No matter how many kids we have or don’t or wherever we are in the world, or how much of this city lights on fire…this force with her? It’s my gravity. And thethoughtof being in love with her is gone.

It’s a fact.

I love her. But there’s no way I’m telling her in front of Wyatt. Not when she may not feel the same way. She called outmyname, though, when she came. Like it wasmedoing it alone.

And it’s weird that I feel bad for the wild card that she didn’t include him, too. But she makes up for it as soon as we break our kiss as she pulls Wyatt in close. He feeds her the remnants of my cum from his tongue.

“Shit,” he says, walking over to his jeans and tugging them on. I lean a hip against the desk and pull my wife over to me so I can sniff her hair.

“What?” I ask, my voice muffled by Arianna’s olive skin.

“I got a meeting to lead tonight.” Tossing his black T-shirt over his head, I stand and do the same.

“I’ll come.”

His eyes narrow as he whips his head to me. “What?”

“I’ll go with you.”

Working his hands onto his hips, he stares me down for a moment. “Fine, but I’ll drive.”

“Fine.”

He walks out the door as I snag my wife’s waist and kiss her gently. Brushing back her hair, I press my forehead to hers. “Put your legs up. I want you pregnant as soon as possible.”

“Okay, handsome,” she says, giving me a sly smirk. “Don’t be gone too long, though. I’ll miss you.”

My heart soars. She’ll miss me. And I’ll miss her. “You want to come with us?”

“No. That sounds boring, and Wyatt says I should avoid those guys. They don’t like me.”

“Howcould someone not like you?” I ask with a smile.

“Come on, mav! Let’s go!” Wyatt yells from the front door.

The Escalade runs. It’s not perfect, and it’s missing the front bumper and side panel. And the hood is still crunched. But the engine does its job after the repairs. “You want me to work on fixing this thing more? It sounds like shit,” Wyatt says as he backs out of the garage.