As I looked down at Amy, I had to smile. Her curvy backside was in the air, her big breasts pressed into the bench, and my hand was in her hair as I pulled her mouth deeper onto me. She gagged, moaned, and still took more.
And then I looked up. Her husband was watching. Breathing harder. Loving every second.
That's when the surge of power always hit me—I wasn't just another guy. I was the Bull.
Emily and Dave were the first to show me what that meant. Emily on her knees, her husband in the chair across the room, eyes locked on the way she swallowed me. No jealousy. No anger. Just hunger.
After that, there was no turning back. Husbands wanted me. Wives needed me. And when Luke offered up Amy, I didn't hesitate. She was soft, curvy, eager—and she moaned for me in ways her husband would never forget.
This is how I learned to love the look in a husband's eyes… when his wife is on her knees for me.
