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“Tell me what you want, wife. Use your words and it’s yours. Just say it.”
“I . . . I . . .” She hesitates, humping her wet slit on my crotch.
“Say it, baby. Remember, there is no shame in telling your husband what you want. It’s only you and me, Layla. Say it.”
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.
“Not good enough, my love. Give me more,” I order, placing wet kisses on her neck while I tease her breasts over her dress to the point of pain.
“God! Just fuck me, Alaric! Please!” she yells angrily.
I smile against her neck, giving it a bite while releasing my aching cock. She whimpers in my arms as my crown finds her soaked center.
“Is this what you want, wife? What’s been missing from your day?”
“Yes,” she mewls, biting into her lower lip so hard it pierces the flesh.
I grab her chin and capture her mouth with mine, sucking the droplets of blood onto my tongue as my cock inches inside of her. She’s still so fucking tight. After the nightlong fuck session we had last night, her pussy still feels like it could strangle my cock in her hot, wet vise. Since I know she’s still sore, I try my best to go slow, but my temptress has different plans. In one forceful push, she falls back onto my cock until it’s at its hilt.
Fuck!
“Oh God!” she screams, her cunt swallowing me whole.
“So fucking impatient,” I growl, pounding into her with my merciless thrusts. “You couldn’t let me try to be at least a little gentle, could you?”
She shakes her head and then lets it fall to my shoulder, her heavy-lidded eyes burning with the same needy desire that pollutes my bloodstream.
“I don’t want gentle. I want you.”
This woman is going to kill me.
“You have me, baby. You fucking have me,” I profess, wrapping her hair around my wrist and pushing her back down until her cheek is firmly pressed against the cold marble. “And I have you. Every inch of you,” I add, trailing my gaze up her long legs, thighs, and ass, watching my girthy cock being swallowed by her pink cunt. “And one day,” I say, dragging a finger down her slit and coating it with her arousal, “I’ll fuck every inch of you. Your pretty mouth, this needy pussy, and your tight ass. All of you, mine for the taking.”
She tries to arch her back when my digit penetrates her puckered hole, but my hand on her lower back prevents her from moving. Her legs begin to shake, the sensation of being full too much for her to handle. My ruthless thrusts speed up, and when I think she’s prime enough to take it, I add another finger. On a loud cry, she yells out my name, her pussy strangling my cock in such a way that white spots cloud my vision. The earth-shattering orgasm blinds me as her cunt milks me dry, my cum dripping down her thighs from the sheer quantity of it all. I fall limply on top of her, my gaze catching her incandescent smile of pure happiness.
Perfection.
This woman was made for me in every way imaginable.
Her beautiful selfless heart.
Her sassy mouth that’s quick to put me in my place.
And her gorgeous body that can take a beating of this magnitude and still be insatiable for more.
If there was ever any lingering doubt in my mind that this woman—my wife—owned my ass, then there isn’t anymore.
I’m as much hers as she is mine.
CHAPTER16
Layla
Being a housewife is . . . well, in one word, boring.
What do people do all day? I wake up in Alaric’s arms, usually with him touching and kissing me, then he blows my mind and leaves me in bed as he showers and gets ready. When I can finally drag my jelly legs out of bed, I wash up, get dressed, and dry my hair before getting Zoey ready for school since she started back last week. So far, she’s loving it, but I still worry since she’s not fully recovered. I guess I’ll always worry about her even when she’s totally healed.
After I cook her a full breakfast, I walk her to school, ignoring her protests that she’s old enough to walk alone. We might live in a better neighborhood than we did in Hell’s Kitchen, but I’m not taking any chances.
