Marital Bliss by Lacey Thorn Read Free Book Online

hard. I’m not sure which of us this is supposed to prime.”
    She glanced down and noticed the bulge at her husband’s crotch. That might explain some of those glances the agent was throwing his way. Mischa laughed.
    “Maybe you should be more careful with your toy,” she snickered. “Don’t want to accidently have it go off at the wrong moment.”
    The flutter started again and in seconds increased in tempo. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    “Medium,” he said.
    “Shit,” she groaned. If he decided to put it on high she was toast. She’d have an orgasm in front of God and everybody. She glanced at his hard cock just visible under his shorts. Of course, she had little doubt he’d come just watching her. It might be worth it.

Chapter Seven
     
    Mischa’s legs were shaking when they got in the car. She’d been close to orgasm six times today before he’d backed off and let her come down. She wished he’d just let her come. They were silent until they hit the road out of town that would lead them to the cabin.
    “Why don’t you pull your skirt up and slip your panties off?”
    Mischa licked her lips and looked at him. The remote was out and in his hand. It would be guiding her while his other hand guided the car. She lifted her hips off the seat and shimmied her panties down over her thighs and off her ankles, leaving them on the floor. Then she slowly lifted her dress until her pussy was in clear view.
    The folds were flushed and swollen, damp with her juices.
    “Open your legs a little more for me,” he crooned and she shifted them wider. She reached over to the side and eased the seat down into a reclined position. She lifted the skirt of her dress a little higher and spread her thighs more. The flutter started.
    She moaned and wiggled her hips on the seat. She was so primed and ready to go. The vibrator started and she flung her head back and tried to focus on breathing. It was wicked, so incredibly wicked.
    “I see how tight and hard those nipples are.” His voice was a silken caress over her inflamed skin.
    She reached back and loosened the halter top of her dress and let it drop so that her dress was a pool of material around her waist. She glanced his way and then took her nipples between her fingers and began pinching and tugging on them. He groaned and she knew he was imagining the same thing she was. His hands, his mouth, manipulating her nipples instead.
    He moved the setting to medium. She cried out and her hips rocked on the seat. He turned the car onto the road that led them straight to the cabin. His eyes kept bouncing between her and the path ahead. Her stomach was a coil of nerves ready to burst at the last provocation.
    “Unzip your shorts and let me see your cock,” she panted. She wanted to see how hard he was, how excited it made him to see her this way.
    He pushed the brake and slid the car into park then made quick work of sliding his shorts and boxers down. His cock popped free, a hard, thick rod she wanted to taste and feel.
    “Drive,” she demanded. She needed to get to the cabin, wanted the toy gone, replaced by him.
    He shoved the car back in drive and drove a hell of a lot faster toward the top. She was whimpering and gyrating her hips, pinching and tugging her nipples. Her body was screaming for release. She glanced at the remote in his hand. He could give it to her. With one push of the button he could send her over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut fighting to hold on, to keep from tumbling over the edge into the lake of pleasure.
    The car stopped and the motor turned off. She fluttered her eyes open. Clint had the door open and was on his knees on the seat beside her. His cock was in his fist. The remote in his other hand.
    “What do you want?” His voice was as strained as hers and she knew he was just as ready as she was.
    She licked her lips. His cock was so close. She could almost taste it. She slid her seat belt free, almost laughing as her hands