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Maybe we should go.
He's been here with other women, doing things with them.
I need to show everyone that there will be no more of that.
I'm with him now, and I'm going to be the one to please him.
I don't need to do this.
I want to.
Plus, he likes this stuff if he's done it in the past.
I may not know what I'm doing, but I've watched a lot of movies with sex club scenes. I've fantasized about what I would do if I was here. So I gather all the confidence and courage I have, and I straddle my husband.
His jaw twitches. "What are ya doing, Maeve?"
I bring my lips to his ear. "I'm showing my husband what he's been missing out on."
His dick twitches against my pussy, and I remember how bad it hurt at the start the last time we had sex.
I need to do this, no matter what it feels like, I remind myself. Then I get ready to endure the pain to ensure every woman in New York City knows my husband is now off-limits.
I reach for his belt buckle.
He grips my hand. His hot breath hits my ear as he warns, "Be careful what ya do next, princess. I can only be tortured for so long."
I pull my face back so it's in front of his, pinning my gaze to his and not flinching. I pull on his hands until he relents, and I continue unbuckling his belt. When it's undone, I whisper, "Then ya better fuck me good."
15
Tynan
I don't know who my wife is anymore. The innocent, naive woman seems to have disappeared. And I'm trying to protect her from all this, but she's making it impossible.
She smirks. "What's wrong? You're not turned on by me?"
Her new confidence seems to have come from nowhere, but it's turning me on. And that's the thing I'm realizing about her. She always keeps me on my toes. Right when I think I have her figured out, she surprises me.
I tug her closer to me. "What are ya doing, sunshine?" I shouldn't allow her to do this. I shouldn't let her be in this club, dressed how she is, with her perky tits, round ass, and glistening pussy hanging out for everyone to eye over.
Everyone in the room is fixated on us, and I should have known this would happen. And I curse myself for telling Paddy she's my wife.
Maeve pins her blues on me, batting them and cooing, "Babes, don't look at any other women. Look at me."
I slide my hands through her hair and tug her head so her face is in front of mine. I sternly reiterate, "I told ya I'm not looking at any other woman." I don't know how many times I have to tell her to get it through her head. So I add, "Ya don't need to do this to prove something to me."
Her mouth curls up into a grin. She puts her finger over my lips, tracing them, sending zings all throughout my body. She claims, "I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm just ready for my husband to fuck me."
I chuckle. "Is that right?"
She blinks with her innocent expression, which is ironic considering where we're at and what she's wearing. We're about to do things she's never done in front of a room of people, and she's more confident than I've ever seen her.
I can't wait to hear her beg.
Fuck. What am I thinking? I can't do this here. With her.
"Don't quit on me now," she pouts, sticking her lip out, as if she knows what I'm thinking.
