Page 32 of Love to Stay

“Seems extravagant.” She toes off her shoes and wiggles her toes around. I pull them onto my lap and give her a massage.

“They’re already made, so someone has to buy them. Seems like you’re as good of an owner as anyone. Besides, we have three girls. You’re like buying for four people.”

“I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.” She strokes the pink purse we just bought. “This is lovely.”

“Because you’re its owner. It looks better next to you than in the box.”

“You’re pretty good at this husband thing.”

“It’s the ten years’ experience.” I wink at her.

After another private room and more snacks—the sandwiches were better at the clothes place—we move on to my favorite: the jewelry store. I love buying the glittery stuff. I love seeing Josie wear it. It’s a flashy, noisy sign of both my success and my claim on her. The wedding ring I bought her after my first title is ten carats. The matching earrings and necklace came a year later. Tonight, I’m going to make love to her while she’s wearing whatever ostentatious piece we are buying because she never looks more beautiful than when she’s naked with nothing but a giant pretty jewel dangling between her lush tits.

She reaches a hand out to cover my rising erection. “Thinking of me, are you?”

“Always.” I stretch out my legs and let her fondle me.

“What am I doing?”

“Riding me. You’re facing a mirror at the end of the bed. Your hands are cupped around your tits. Your pussy is soaking wet, and I’ve got my thumb up your ass. I crook my finger into your love spot, and you nearly pass out with the pleasure, so I have to take over. I flip you onto your knees and open that secret hole of yours until you take me fully inside you, and then I fuck you with my dick in your ass and my hand in your pussy until your eyes cross and your throat is sore from screaming my name.” I capture her wide, glossy eyes. Her lips are parted, and her breath is coming shallow and fast.

I hit the intercom button. “We’re going home. Skip the last stop. Actually, wait. Tell them to send something nice over. Don’t care what it is. Make sure it’s pink, big, and pretty.”

“Yessir.”

I lift her hand off my crotch and unzip. My dick pops out, head red, shaft hard. “Come and give me a lick, baby.” She bends over obediently.

I slip my hand between her legs and shove aside the wet fabric covering her sex. The car stops way too soon. I rearrange our clothes and carry my beloved out of the car.

“Is she all right, sir?” asks a concerned doorman.

“Just something we ate. It’ll pass. Thanks.”

“I was the only one eating anything,” she whispers naughtily as I enter the elevator carriage.

“I’m going to return the favor in about five minutes.”

She rubs her legs together like a madwoman. “Maybe I’ll just get myself off.”

“If you do, prepare to have your ass reddened darker than the ruby I bought you in Tokyo.”

“Now you’re just trying to make me come.”

“You’re terrible.” I kiss her just to shut her up.

Three minutes, not five, later and we’re inside the hotel suite. I drop her on the floor and pin her against the door. In two more motions, I’ve impaled her on my cock.

“You turn me into an animal. All instinct, no self-control,” I growl, squeezing her ass cheeks in both hands.

“I married a boxer. That’s what I want.”

“Is it?” I pause mid-stroke. “Are you happy?”

“Oh, baby.” She cradles my face in her palms. “So happy. I wouldn’t have changed anything about our story. Now make me come or I’ll be the one to beat you.”

A wide, helpless grin stretches across my face. “Your wish is my command, lady.”

I’ve made a lot of bad decisions in my life, signed on to some bad deals, but marrying Josie was the best contract of my life.