THE PAST.
REAGAN'S POV.
He is hot and heavy in my palm. So long and thick that I use both hands to hold him. My eyes flicker to his, and he smiles slowly.
“Open wide, wife,” he teases.
I peer down at the wide head of his c**k glistening. My hands drag down, pulling his foreskin back, and he sucks in a breath.
“Rea,” he warns.
As I drop forward and flick my tongue over the shiny thick tip, pre-c*m mixes with milkshake and I moan, swirling my tongue around the wide crown and stretching my lips to take him in my mouth. His girth alone puts pressure on my jaw, but I get him in my mouth.
“Yes, like that.”
I bob my head, and he glides to the back of my throat.
“Good girl. Your mouth is like silk.” His hands yank at my hair, forcing my head down, and I gasp as he ruts into my throat. “
