FORTY-NINE
On Monday morning, Phuong woke up in bed beside her husband, and she was happy. It probably had a lot to do with the husbandly hand stroking her thigh, coaxing her to open her legs so he could laugh at the faces she made when he sent her to her own personal nirvana. Oh, but he was amazing at that.
It took some time before she drifted down to Earth, where Jason was l*****g his fingers as he lay on the bed beside her, the image of the rock god he truly was. And rock hard, too, or he looked it. If it got any bigger, it wouldn't fit inside her, of that she was certain.
"You want my c**k now, baby? Wondering what it'll feel like, buried deep inside you?" Warm honey laughing at her. He'd said the same thing last night, and the night before that, but when she admitted it, all he'd
