Hard.
That caught Jagger off-guard in the best possible way. If his pregnant woman needed him, and his dick, he was down for that.
Sign.
Him.
Up.
He was definitely up for a rousing game of claiming his wife, and gloating that he got the babe, not Von Donore.
“Mar,” he muttered during the kiss, overwhelmed with the wildness.
When she broke the mating of mouths, she whipped off his shirt, getting him topless.
That was always one hell of a sight.
“Oh, look. My husband is almost naked. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Hell.
Yes.
Sign him up.
Shoving him to his back, Maura began crisscrossing his flesh with her mouth, taking what she wanted from his body. The whole time, she was ruthless.
Jagger would let her play on the playground any damn day.
“Mar,” he muttered. “Yes, lower,” he suggested, knowing where he wanted her.
On.
His.
Dick.
There was something so exciting about a pregnant wife needing his attention, and it was even better that they didn’t have to fight over this one.
For a change.
When she teased his nipples, Jagger shut all thinking down as her mouth made him quiver with anticipation of what was to come.
HIM.
Her mouth was leaving a trail of fire, and Jagger would be lying if he said he wasn’t there for it.
Oh, he was.
ABSOLUTELY.
This was a good break, and the people out there could wait for them.
He had things to admire.
Well, her breasts.
“One of us has too many things on,” he admitted, getting her attention. “I love being your playground, but I like seeing your breasts above me,” he admitted. “Take it off, Baby, take it all off.”
