Rich Soldier (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 2)

“I always tease you,” I say.

She wiggles her ass and squeezes down on my cock in retaliation. “You know,” she says, “if this ass is yours, then that cock is mine.”

“That’s true.”

“Then give it to me. Please.”

Leaning down close, she turns so I can kiss her. “As you wish, wife.”

I give it to her. I slam in in a relentless rhythm, renewing my movement against her clit, and Tia screams. Her pussy gushes in a burst of wetness, and her back arches as the pleasure takes her. She collapses onto the bed and I follow her, continuing to fuck, because I’m close. I was close when she took me into her mouth, and I’m even closer now. Shit.

Lightning barrels down my spine and I throw my head back letting the pleasure pour through my veins and out, bursts of ecstasy exploding deep inside of her as I thrust once. Again. And a final time, finally coming to rest as my orgasm passes.

“Holy shit,” I say, lowering myself onto her.

She laughs softly. “Yeah.”

Pushing myself to standing, I pull her with me and unzip the back of her dress. “I think I saw that you were hiding something under here, and I don’t want to let it go to waste,” I say.

Tia blushes as I let her dress drop to the floor, revealing stunning white lingerie that’s straps and scraps of lace and leaves just enough to the imagination to send blood rushing south again.

“What do you think?” she asks.

I pull her against me hard, crushing my mouth with hers, showing her in now uncertain terns what I think of this. But I don’t say that. “I think I love you,” I say. “I’m excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Her blush deepens, and she kisses me again, softer. “I love you.”

“But,” I say, picking her up and tossing her on the bed, “That’s not going to stop me from ravishing you in tonight.”

She giggles, and I dive after her onto the bed, turning those gorgeous sounds of laughter into sounds of pleasure.