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“That dress is too short, wife,” I growl as my eyes skim up her beautiful legs.
She grins at me saucily, proving my suspicions correct. She wore it just to get a rise out of me.
Faith loves it when I get all growly and jealous and possessive of her. What she doesn't realize is that she could wear a paper sack and I'd still be like that over her. “Do you want me to have to kill someone tonight?” My voice comes out rough.
She finally reaches me and straddles my lap, pressing her pretty little pussy against me through our clothing.
I grip an ass cheek in each hand as I look up at her sternly. “If anyone touches you, I'll kill them,” I warn her.
She knows it's true too. I'm insane when it comes to her.
“Hush,” she purrs at me. “No one's going to mess with me. They all know who I belong to.”
I grunt. I suppose that's true. I splay my hands across her pregnant belly. She's barely showing, but it gives me an archaic sense of satisfaction seeing her belly swollen with my child for the entire world to see.
Only a fool would mess with her. Everyone in the entire city knows she's mine. I wasn't exactly subtle about my claim when I announced her as my wife and business partner just a week after the day I popped her sweet little cherry in my office.
Maybe it was quick, but I couldn't wait to have the entire world know that this angel is mine. Thank goodness she was okay with it.
It still blows my mind when I remember the reason she held back from me. I can’t believe she really thought I just wanted to fuck her and that's it. I don't see how she couldn't have seen my obsession with her. Everyone else certainly did.
Matt was the first one to say “thank fuck” when he found out I had gotten her. “Now maybe you'll tone down the assholism and go back to your normal level of asshole.” He’s said it half-jokingly, but I know he was serious too.
Faith begins rocking her sweet hips on me, humping my prominent bulge through my pants. I hiss in a breath. Precum leaks from my tip. “Faith, honey, if you keep that up, we're not going to make it down to the party,” I warn her.
“I don't care,” she moans as she licks the shell of my ear. “I need you.” Her voice is a breathy whine that sets my blood racing throughout my veins.
Fuck the damn party. There's not a man alive who could resist Faith’s siren call. I lift her ass with one hand and pull my aching cock free from my pants with the other.
I hook her panties with one finger and pull them to the side, and then I'm lowering her down onto me.
We both groan as her hot heat engulfs my hardness. “Oh, fuck, baby. You're going to have me nutting in no time with that perfect little pussy between your legs.”
“Warren,” she moans out my name, and I already know what she wants. My girl loves it when I talk dirty to her, and I'm more than willing to give it to her.
I punched my hips up into her and fist a hand in her hair. “You want me to give it to you deep and nasty, dirty girl?”
I feel her pussy ripple around me at my words as she moans and throws her head back.
Her hair tumbles down her back. Those pretty white, feathery wings make her look otherworldly. I resist the urge to crush them and instead hold onto her hips as I spear myself into her again and again, hitting her just where I know she needs it.
I feel my balls churning just as I feel the first fluttering of her pussy around my cock, signaling to me that she’s right there. She's so wet it's dripping down onto me, making a filthy mess of my balls, and fuck if that doesn't turn me on even more.
“You ready for me, baby?” I ask her.
She doesn't get a chance to answer because I punch up one last time and angle my hips to hit her g-spot—hard.
Male pride rushes through my chest when she screams, her arms clutching around my head as a tremor passes through her entire body.
I grunt and moan out my own release hoarsely, my seed pulsing into her, marking her as mine yet again. I'll never get tired of claiming her this way, of knowing that I'm theonlyman who's ever going to be inside her like this.
She collapses on top of me, and I cradle her against me as we both fight for breath. When our breathing slows down, my chest expands with all the love I feel for my precious angel.
I stroke her hair back from her face as I tilt her chin up to meet my eyes. “Do you remember what I said to you that day you showed up to be my intern?”
She gives me a dreamy smile before she answers, “Every devil needs an angel.”
“That's right,” I kiss her tenderly.
Every devil needs an angel, and Faith is mine.
