Albert reaches out and grabs her by the back of the neck, pulling her toward him and planting a deep kiss on her lips, making us all blush.
“Keep your phones on.” Connor looks from me to Bethany. “If you don’t answer our calls and texts, we’re coming down there and dragging your bratty asses out in front of God and everyone, got it?”
“Got it,” we all say in unison, and Bethany and I kiss our husbands before heading out the door with Myra.
We all giggle and speed-walk toward the waiting limo, and I think back on the last ten years and all the joy that’s come to us.
I walk a little lighter because I no longer have to worry about Carver reappearing in my life. I take no joy in it, but he was killed in prison two years before he was eligible for parole. I asked Marshall about it, of course, but he promised me he had nothing to do with it, and I believe him. It’s just one of those things that happen.
We spend the next few hours laughing and talking about our men, our families, and barely paying any attention to the beefy strippers gyrating and flinging clothes around the club. We don’t even make it to ten o’clock before we are back in the limo and headed to my place because we all miss our men and realize that no pumped-up male stripper can compare to the feelings we have for what is already ours.
An hour later, I’m home alone with Marshall after everyone went their separate ways, my cheeks sore from smiling, my belly sore from laughing.
“Now.” Marshall takes my hand and pulls me across the bedroom. “I’ve been hard all night, thinking of you in that fucking dress.”
“Wow, that must have been embarrassing, being with your best friend and your mom’s fiancé.” I giggle.
“Smartass.” He gives my ass a swat before tossing me onto the bed, my ass on the edge as he pulls my dress up. “Spread,” he orders, and I do as he asks without a thought.
He takes out his cock, already painfully hard and dripping with pre-cum, aims it for my opening and drives in deep without another word.
“Marshall…” I whimper as he plunges in and out.
“Don’t you forget who you belong to, wife.”
“I don’t. I’ll never forget.”
“That’s right. And if you ever do, I’ll be right here to remind you.”
My cheeks bloom with heat as his cock hits that magical spot inside me, pushing me over the edge into bliss.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me. I want your juice all over my cock before I shove it down your throat and you swallow my load.”
His dirty words only multiply my orgasm as my eyes flutter closed, and I ride out the waves of pleasure.
The next thing I know, Marshall has pulled out of me, his hand on my hair guiding me down onto my knees as he aims his slick cock at my mouth, and I open, greedy, tasting myself on him as he groans and looks down.
“You’re so beautiful like this. Showing me who you are. My cock in your mouth. You love it, don’t you, little one? You love serving your king?”
I do my best to nod and grunt in agreement as he fucks my mouth, the tip of his cock plunging past my gag reflex, and I take him into my throat, swallowing and massaging him until the head swells and I can tell he’s close.
The first jets of salty release spread over my tongue and I moan along with Marshall, sucking and milking him until he’s shaking and swearing, throwing his head back with a roar. I take all he has, and when he finally pulls out of my mouth, I’m panting and drooling, tears covering my cheeks.
His fingers sink into my hair once again, this time pulling me up and pushing me back to the mattress. “You are so beautiful like this. Now, back on the bed. I need my dessert…”