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skillful art of the pick-up as she tilted her head to the side in full flirt mode. “Yes or no?” she demanded softly, reaching out to lift his shirt and trace the grooves of rock-hard abdomen.
“Hell yeah.”
“Aria!” Renee shouted from the doorway. “Step away from the dick.”
Malcolm frowned deeply as he shifted his eyes from Aria to over her shoulder. “You know what? You ladies tripping,” he said.
“What if it wasn’t Kingston, Aria?” Renee said as she walked up to them.
Aria closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was right. How would she feel if she gave this man—this stranger—her goodies and then Kingston came home and pulled her into his arms like he always did when he saw her? How could she live with herself if it wasn’t him?
But what if it was?
Aria had never felt so frustrated in all her life.
“Here you go, sir. We won’t be needing you any further today. Thank you,” Renee said.
Aria opened her eyes just in time to see Renee hand Malcolm money. “I’m sorry,” she said to him, not looking at him at all as she turned and made her way back up the walk and into the house.
Renee followed close behind her.
Jaime came down the stairs with the bottle of Patrón in her hands.
Aria eyed them both. She felt like their lives were on pause.
CHAPTER 6
R enee’s thoughts were filled with the memories of the early years of her marriage. The good old days. Before the arguing. Before the constant conflict and the constant pull to see who had the upper hand (i.e. the “dick”) in their marriage. When she knew nothing could stop them. It was them against the world and the world had better watch out….
“Happy anniversary, Mrs. Clinton.”
Renee smiled in pleasure as she stretched her nude frame against the length of her husband’s equally nude physique as his warm hands played in the luxurious lengths of her hair. “Mmm. Happy anniversary to you as well, Mr. Clinton.”
He reached down with his free hand and soundly slapped her round bottom. “Damn, I love this ass. My ass,” he told her possessively before he gripped it like a football and then jiggled it.
Renee giggled as she lifted her head from his chest just enough to twirl her tongue around his nipple, enjoying the feel of it hardening against her tongue. “Hmm,” she moaned.
His hand tightened in her hair as he pressed her mouth closer. “God, that feels good, Ne.”
She smiled as she flickered her tongue against the chocolate bud. “I have loved being married to you these last nine years, Jackson,” she whispered to him as she shifted her body to straddle his narrow hips.
Jackson shifted so that his dick now lay snuggled between her warm and moist lips. His own cocoon. His dick knew the intricacies of her pussy quite well. The rigid walls were molded to him, knowing how to grip him just the right way.
Renee sighed as she sat up and flipped the hair he loved over her shoulder before she lightly wiggled her shoulders, making her chocolate-tipped breasts sway back and forth—just the way she knew he loved.
“Which one?” she asked, working her hips to press her clit up and down the length of him. “Slow and hot? Or fast and freaky?”
Jackson shook his head against the downy pillows and wrapped one strong arm around her waist. “How about long and loving because you are my wife and I could stroke this dick deep inside of you all night?” he whispered against her neck as he rolled her body beneath his and settled between her open legs.
Renee smiled softly up to him. “All night long, huh?” she asked him softly as she languidly stroked his back and his square buttocks.
“I love your breasts.” He moaned against her cleavage, the soft twin swells of breasts cupping his cheeks as he kissed her there.
“And?” she prompted as she spread her legs wide.
Jackson sucked one pointed and plump nipple deeply, reveling in the shivers that he felt race over his wife’s body. “And I love
“Hell yeah.”
“Aria!” Renee shouted from the doorway. “Step away from the dick.”
Malcolm frowned deeply as he shifted his eyes from Aria to over her shoulder. “You know what? You ladies tripping,” he said.
“What if it wasn’t Kingston, Aria?” Renee said as she walked up to them.
Aria closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was right. How would she feel if she gave this man—this stranger—her goodies and then Kingston came home and pulled her into his arms like he always did when he saw her? How could she live with herself if it wasn’t him?
But what if it was?
Aria had never felt so frustrated in all her life.
“Here you go, sir. We won’t be needing you any further today. Thank you,” Renee said.
Aria opened her eyes just in time to see Renee hand Malcolm money. “I’m sorry,” she said to him, not looking at him at all as she turned and made her way back up the walk and into the house.
Renee followed close behind her.
Jaime came down the stairs with the bottle of Patrón in her hands.
Aria eyed them both. She felt like their lives were on pause.
CHAPTER 6
R enee’s thoughts were filled with the memories of the early years of her marriage. The good old days. Before the arguing. Before the constant conflict and the constant pull to see who had the upper hand (i.e. the “dick”) in their marriage. When she knew nothing could stop them. It was them against the world and the world had better watch out….
“Happy anniversary, Mrs. Clinton.”
Renee smiled in pleasure as she stretched her nude frame against the length of her husband’s equally nude physique as his warm hands played in the luxurious lengths of her hair. “Mmm. Happy anniversary to you as well, Mr. Clinton.”
He reached down with his free hand and soundly slapped her round bottom. “Damn, I love this ass. My ass,” he told her possessively before he gripped it like a football and then jiggled it.
Renee giggled as she lifted her head from his chest just enough to twirl her tongue around his nipple, enjoying the feel of it hardening against her tongue. “Hmm,” she moaned.
His hand tightened in her hair as he pressed her mouth closer. “God, that feels good, Ne.”
She smiled as she flickered her tongue against the chocolate bud. “I have loved being married to you these last nine years, Jackson,” she whispered to him as she shifted her body to straddle his narrow hips.
Jackson shifted so that his dick now lay snuggled between her warm and moist lips. His own cocoon. His dick knew the intricacies of her pussy quite well. The rigid walls were molded to him, knowing how to grip him just the right way.
Renee sighed as she sat up and flipped the hair he loved over her shoulder before she lightly wiggled her shoulders, making her chocolate-tipped breasts sway back and forth—just the way she knew he loved.
“Which one?” she asked, working her hips to press her clit up and down the length of him. “Slow and hot? Or fast and freaky?”
Jackson shook his head against the downy pillows and wrapped one strong arm around her waist. “How about long and loving because you are my wife and I could stroke this dick deep inside of you all night?” he whispered against her neck as he rolled her body beneath his and settled between her open legs.
Renee smiled softly up to him. “All night long, huh?” she asked him softly as she languidly stroked his back and his square buttocks.
“I love your breasts.” He moaned against her cleavage, the soft twin swells of breasts cupping his cheeks as he kissed her there.
“And?” she prompted as she spread her legs wide.
Jackson sucked one pointed and plump nipple deeply, reveling in the shivers that he felt race over his wife’s body. “And I love
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