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“How are you feeling?”

My eyes widened as I pressedMy hands gripped either side of the table

“H-how a?” I asked between clenched teeth “I feel like I’ Ryan fro it!”

Malcolhed I shook my head shook frantically when he picked up his damn phone I stared at him He wouldn’t dare turn them up

With a wicked gleaer I stuffed bread in my mouth to stifle the hdoith ot My heart hae, and I needed water but feared I’d drop the glass The consistent stimulation pushed me closer and closer Even the re had ainst the sensitive flesh of my labia

I ed to look up at my husband, ready to plead for him to stop The lustful wonderment on his face slammed a new burst of desire into , hidden under the table, and his breathing was nearly as ragged as my own

The sight of him was the final straw My hand flew to my mouth to cover the sound, and ass of the chair in hopes of keepingI wanted was to draw any attention frolances The internal vibrations stopped, but I didn’t My cli on forever

I let out a long, slow breath as the final shockwaves died down My hands still tree gulps I looked up to meet Malcolm’s eyes His chest rose and fell with deliberate breaths

He stuck his tongue out and licked his lips “Baby, that was fucking beautiful,” he whispered in a raspy tone

I bit the corner of my lip His reaction wiped away any ee of confidence

I sat forward, glanced around, then whispered, “I can’t believe you made me do that”

A laugh bubbled free as the total weight of what just occurred settled on me My heart rate remained elevated and my walls continued tiny clenches around the toy

“All I can say is thank god for this table cloth right now, because…” He cast a quick look down to his lap and back atway”

I covered h part of ot for the stunt he’d pulled The bigger part of ain at the thought of him full mast under the table—had the wanton desire to crawl under the table and suck him dry

He pulled the blue pouch froonna lie, baby, I wastoys But after that display… I have been converted”