Chapter 71. I Can Handle It

Farrah tries to move away so I tighten my grip on her hair, holding her in place.

My mother frowns in disapproval but I don’t give a fuck. This is my fucking property and if I want to fuck my wife’s pretty mouth in my sitting room to forget about my ex, then I will, even if there’s paparazzi outside.

Farrah squeezes my balls as she runs her tongue along my shaft, sucking harder.

I resist the urge to say her name as I buck my hips, on the edge of an orgasm. She has improved, and if she swallows my semen instead of spitting it out like she normally does, I will fuck her titties and have her for breakfast.

I know she likes it when I do.

She stands up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You like?”

I return my smile as I zip up my fly. “Very. I would have loved to repay the favor, but you see, we have someone in our midst.”

And then my mother speaks. “If you’re going to be repaying favors, then give me grandchildren.”

Again, with