IVORY;

My husband's cock was buried deep inside me, thick and perfect like always, stretching me in that familiar way that should have had me seeing stars. Sean thrust slow and steady, his strong hands gripping my hips, his breath hot against my neck as he groaned my name like a prayer. “Ivory… fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

I moaned for him, because I always did. My legs wrapped around his waist, my nails dug into his back, and I rocked up to meet every thrust. On paper, it was good sex. Great, even. Sean had a big, beautiful dick — long, girthy, the kind that filled me completely...