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I left my heels on the floor before I moved into the living room and came around the edge of the couch. With my hand planted on the back of the couch, I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
His big arm wrapped around me, and he dragged me into him, forcing me onto my back on the couch as he moved on top of me.
I tried to fight it, but when that heavy mass was on top of me, I knew I had no chance of escape. “What are you doing?”
He held himself on top of me. “Waiting for my wife to kiss me.”
“I did kiss you?—”
“Come on, baby. You can do better than that.” He held himself above me, his eyes looking down at my lips in expectation of a passionate kiss. It’d been a week since we’d last had sex, and I knew he was anxious to resume those evenings where we fucked all night.
“I just had a long day.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes still on my lips. “Let me help you forget about it.” He dipped his head and kissed me, a slow kiss that wasn’t demanding or aggressive, just easy and gentle. He touched my lips with his as his hand slid into my hair, his fingers stroking the soft strands. When he felt the enthusiasm from my lips, he deepened the kiss, making it harder, making it faster.
My stressful day was erased by a slow ache in my stomach, an ache that turned into a burn that stretched to other parts of my body…especially between my thighs. My hands latched on to his thick arms before planting on his hard chest, feeling a concrete surface that was warm to the touch rather than cold. His tongue delved into my mouth and elicited a quiet moan from me, a moan I couldn’t even remember making.
He tugged his sweatpants down over his ass so his cock could come free, tinted red and throbbing with desperation. Without breaking our kiss, he lifted my dress to my waist and exposed my thong before he pulled it free. It was tossed on the floor and underneath the coffee table.
He tugged me close and folded me, bringing our disproportionate bodies together so his hard dick could slide into my tightness. He dampened the head of his dick first then pushed inside, giving a hard thrust to burst past my opening and enter the wetness waiting for him. As he started to sink, hereleased the sexiest moan, like this was the best pussy he’d ever had.
Like I was the best he’d ever had.
He moved until there was nowhere else to go, until he hit my cervix and made me wince at the intrusion. His lips found mine again, and he kissed me as he started to move, taking it nice and slow, prioritizing our kiss over the reunion of our bodies.
My arms hooked around his back, and my nails dug deep to anchor myself in place as he thrust into me, as his big dick made itself right at home after our short dry spell. I moaned against his lips, interrupting our kiss when the pleasure became too much. I panted against his mouth, my hips rocking, my desperation bursting from nowhere.
“Fuck, Pretty.” His fingers fisted my hair tighter, and he pulled his lips away because now he wanted to fuck me harder. “I missed this pussy.”
We sat across from each other at the dining table.
Aldo had delivered dinner from downstairs, a three-course meal on shiny platters. There was also an expensive bottle of wine for us to share. I noticed desserts were never a part of the menu, like they were off-limits.
Axel had put his sweatpants back on but was still shirtless, hard as a rock even when in a seated position. He never touched the basket of bread sitting there, and his dinner was usually meat and vegetables…pretty boring. But that boring lifestyle made him cut like the finest piece of beef, so I didn’t mind.
“You seemed down when you walked in.” His plate was empty because he’d already finished his dinner. Whenever food was placed in front of him, his elbows were on the table and he inhaled the meal like a caveman.
“Oh…I was with my father.”
“Figures.” He drank from his wineglass as he stared at me across the table.
“We had lunch.”
“What was on the menu? Bullshit?”
I spun my fork in my pasta, eyes down. “If you’re going to act like that, then I’ll just keep it to myself.”
He gave a sigh before he drank from his glass again. “Continue.”
I took a bite of the pasta and savored it before I answered. “I told him how I felt.”
“And?”
“He understood…as best as he could.”
“Don’t let his disappointment affect you.”
“He told me there’s been a lot of conflict lately, but in his long career, it’s usually easy and peaceful.”
