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“It’s done,” Cheryl says from her desk. I look up and over at her.
“What, doll?” I ask. I definitely wasn’t paying attention to her words, just her body. The body that I think about every minute of every day, including in my dreams. Despite finally having her, she still exclusively stars in my dreams.
“The Sinner and the Saint is finally done.”
“The spicy one?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. I have been dying to get my hands on it to beta-read it for her.
“Yes. I can’t tell you how freeing it is to write scenes like that, especially since I know what I’m doing now,” she says, standing up to stretch. Her tiny, cropped t-shirt rides up even further when she does, and her little pregnant belly shows. I feel like a king knowing I knocked her up, and the bottom of her boob peeks out. That’s it. That’s all it takes, though; to be honest, I was ready to fuck her the second I woke up this morning. I’m always ready for her. There’s obsession, and then there’s Obsession. I am capital O Obsessed with my wife, as it should be.
“Is it?”
“Oh yes. I do believe that I owe you some thanks for that, husband.”
“Do you?”
“Definitely, yes,” she says, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling toward me. There is an opening under my desk, and she crawls through it until she is between my legs. I spread my legs wider to accommodate her.
“Hello, beautiful,” I murmur, looking down at her looking up at me. I stroke my thumb up and down her cheek. She’s got the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen on her lips. Then she bites her bottom lip and worries it between her straight, white teeth. Why is it so fucking sexy to me when she does that?
“Hello,” she says, reaching for the waistband of my gray sweatpants. “These should be illegal.” She pulls my pants down just far enough that my cock springs free. Her fist wraps around the base at the same time; her lips wrap around the head. She knows what she’s doing, and I fucking love it. My hands move to her head, and I wrap her long ponytail around my fist. She doesn’t need guidance, but I know that she loves it when I do this, so I do it. I basically fuck her face until I come. When I look down at her again, she’s pushing two of her tiny fingers into her slick cunt. I can’t have my girl pleasuring herself, so I lift her up and set her on my desk in front of me. I push her tiny shorts to the side and slide two of my own fingers into her. Thrusting them in and out of her. Standing, I lean down and kiss her before pulling my fingers out of her and replacing them with my already hard again cock. Using her hips for leverage, I fuck in and out her, my desk scooting across the floor with each thrust. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she comes; only then do I fill her.
Everything I’ve done in my life has brought me here. To this moment. With her. It is my profound pleasure to be her man.
She rules my world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPILOGUE
CHERYL
TEN YEARS LATER
I look downat my lap to where my husband is discreetly sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy underneath the dining room table. My skirt is up around my hips and I’ve never been more thankful for the giant dark oak table. Surrounded by my entire family, I am about two seconds away from coming. Thank God the kids are in the other room. Our two along with Corey’s three ate pizza earlier are now watching movies.
Loudly.
I grip his wrist, trying to get him to stop, but it’s no use. One quick glance at him tells me all I need to know. That smirk on his face tells me all that I need to know too.
This is happening.
My thighs clench and I my hand slams down onto the table.
“Are you alright, dear?” My mom asks from her place at the opposite end of the table.
“Yesss, of course.” I hiss through the pleasure. He’s an ass. He’s my ass and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Nolan pulls his fingers from my body and I shimmy until my skirt is righted. He brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes me. I gasp and jump up from the table.
“Cheryl?” My dad asks, a forkful of salad halfway to his mouth.
“Yes. I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” I run out of the room and straight into the bathroom.
Not a minute later there is a firm knock on the door before it opens.
“You are such an asshole,” I whisper as Nolan steals into the room. He shuts and locks the door behind him.
“You love me,” he says matter of factly.
“Of course I do. I’ll love you until the day I die.” He lifts me up and places me on the bathroom counter. My legs open and he steps between them. He leans down and kisses my neck, making me moan. His jean covered cock hits my core.
“I can feel how hot and wet you are, Cheryl. Do you want this cock?” he asks, grinding into me harder.
