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“Even I’ve heard about your parties.”
“It depends on what’s on the agenda. It’s always work first.”
Our parties have always had one major goal: to create a place for debauchery, to serve our purposes of controlling everyone who takes part in them. Did we enjoy them too? Yes, but the difference is, it’s our playing field, so it was under our control.
“The parties will go on, but I won’t partake in them anymore.”
She straightens her shoulders, her eyes flashing angrily. “Don’t let me stop you.”
She shoves me off her, but the moment my tongue dips in her mouth she turns wanton in my arms.
We spend the day shopping, and I realize my wife genuinely loves to torment me as she parades in front of me in lingerie, shaking her head at me with a seductive, teasing smile, whenever I urge her to approach me.
I’ll get back at her. Patience.
In the car, I bite her lower lip, sucking on the afflicted skin. “Wear that see-through black one.”
“I am not even surprised you picked that up.”
Two of my men bring in the shopping bags. With my arms around her waist, I walk her up the stairs and into our room. I sit at the edge of the bed, getting ready for my private lingerie show.
“I’m waiting.”
“The king wants to be served?”
Fuck me, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever heard.
“As it should be.”
Chiara throws her dress at my face and bends from the waist down, giving me a perfect view to the ass I will soon own. She’s a goddess, beautiful perfection, a body made to worship. She disappears inside the walk-in closet with the set I asked her to wear.
Only imagining her in it has my cock standing at full attention. I rub my palm over it in an attempt to tame my hunger. I’m so hard, my vision blackens. She steps out, wearing the sexy-as-fuck lingerie, black high heels with a red sole, and matching lipstick.
I scoot to my legs, unbalanced by the vision in front of me. I prowl to her and smear a bit of her lipstick with my thumb. I am dizzy on her, on her scent. My fingers graze the strap, pushing it over her shoulder. She sucks in a breath when my face dips and I place a kiss on her shoulder blade, nibbling on her neck. I want her mad for me like I am for her. Utterly done and undone by me.
She licks a trail down my chest and ends up on her knees. I’m the luckiest bastard. She peels my boxers off me and my cock springs to attention. With hungry eyes, she grabs the base and sucks on the head, humming.
I throw my head back as I hold her face in my hands, lost in the pleasure only she can give me. I’m a fucking addict, and she’s the combination of the most desirable drug ever created. Fuck, how she looks, lips swollen, lipstick smeared from sucking my cock.
“Yeah, such a good girl. Take more of me.”
She does, not only rising to the challenge but setting the bar even higher. “You’re fucking killing me. You’re that good.”
As if my words embolden her, she sucks me with even more passion. A tremor skitters down my spine, my body cording at the impending release. I hit the back of her throat and spill inside her. She licks the remaining cum from her lips and moans as if she can’t get enough of my taste. I’m mad for her. I lift her up, my hands digging into her ass and slam my mouth against hers.
“Now, let me serve my queen.”
The green in her eyes intensify as I press her to the mattress, place her legs over my shoulders, and eat her up.
“My pussy. Say it,” I demand, and bite down on her clit as she arches her back.
“My pussy.”
This woman. I chuckle and slap her pussy. She writhes, gasping, eyes almost black with desire.
“Yours.” Her voice is just above a whisper as I part her pussy lips, nibble, and nip at her clit.
“You’re mine. I know it, and you know it, too.”
