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I see it then. Her hand is between her legs, and those delicate fingers are touching my property.
Get a fucking grip, I inwardly scold myself. I can’t possibly be jealous of her fingers.
But I am. Goddammit, I’m jealous of anything that occupies her intimate parts that isn’t me. If I ever found her masturbating with her hands or toys without me… I just might snap.
“Do not come until it’s on my cock, wife.” I pull her up by her hair, and she makes a sound I've never heard before, but it’s pure pleasure. It’s as if she invented it, and I would like that to play at my goddamn funeral.
“Call me that again.”
“My wife,” I grit out through my teeth, practically growling with my possessiveness over her.
“Tell me how you want me. I'll do anything for you.” The obedience she shows me will never go unappreciated. I will reward her for being submissive with me exclusively.
“I want you to ride my cock.”
She nods, biting her lip.
“What is it, principessa?” I ask, grabbing her chin and tilting it up for her to look at me.
“It's nothing.” She tries to shake her head, but my grasp won’t let her, and that answer won’t do.
“Tell me,” I warn, moving my hands to her neck and squeezing.
She swallows thickly before she responds.“I'm always worried I’ll be too heavy and it won't feel as good for you. Or that it's not my best angle.”
“Emelia?” This isn’t her. Her body has never been a problem. She has flaunted it, owned it, paraded it around for me to salivate over.
“The women here… they are beautiful. That’s why I came. I wanted to see…. You don’t have diversity in body types. You only hire… thin…. At least, that’s what I noticed tonight.” I never thought of that, and to be honest, she’s right. It wasn’t something I purposely did. I just never thought about it.
“First, you’re right. More bodies like yours need to be showcased here. Since I know what I have, I know what the men paying high amounts of money for are missing. Second, Emelia Valiente—” I pause as she hangs onto every word. I've never really called her by her name with my last name attached, and it's captivating. “—I want you. I crave you. I want to claim, own, and mark all of you as mine. Your body is nothing like the women’s down there.” Her eyes lower, and I tighten my grasp, making her look back up. “To me, it’s fucking superior. Why do you think I don’t want anyone seeing it? Tasting it? Fucking you?”
I wait a moment, thinking back to our wedding night and that lowlife scum of an ex and her in that room. And I remember the images and videos of her that he took, replaying them over and over in my mind. My body tenses.
“When I saw you with Damian on our wedding night and then in those fucking….” I can’t even say it, and I can tell she doesn't want me to either, because that was a huge betrayal to her.“I wasn’t just being a fucking prick who was claiming ownership. I was mad with the idea that he could have access to you. That he did. That he tasted the lips of perfection and the body of a goddess. Don’t ever compare yourself to any woman before you. It will be pointless, a waste of time, trying to make it add up, because you will always reign over any of them.” I kiss her smiling lips.
“Now put all that weight on me and fuck me like you know who owns you,” I tell her, moving around her to sit on the couch. Her back stays to me, and I give her a minute to realize my words hold truth and that she has nothing to fear. My loyalty is to my wife. My arousal is in the palm of her hands.
Turning slowly, she places one leg on either side of my hips, my cock hitting her center. God, I'm desperate for her. “Sit on my thick dick, wife. I'm growing impatient,” I growl.
Biting her lip, she does just that. Slowly, she slides down my cock, taking inch after inch like a champ. I’m large, thick, and hard for her to take, but she does it so fucking well. Once she’s fully seated, I see there’s still something missing. Bringing my hands up to the dip at the front of her dress, I rip it right down the fucking middle.
“Oh my God! Nico, that was expensive.”
I laugh.“Really?” I palm her gorgeous breasts and pinch her tight nipples in between my fingers, eliciting a sweet yelp.
“Ahh! Yes. It was four thousand dollars.” This stops me, and I laugh hard. “What is so funny?”
“That’s not even pennies to me, Emelia. If you’re going to complain about how expensive something is, then at least make it less comical.”
Rolling her eyes, she blows me off.“Maniac.”
“I am. Now how about you get this maniac nice and fucking wet and ride his cock? Wives have duties.”
She giggles, a slight blush scattering over her cheeks and her nose.
“I’ll never get tired of watching you respond to degradation like it’s your first language.”
Slowly, she begins to rock her hips, adjusting to my size and positioning me just how she wants me. The act alone might make me come, but I do my damn best not to. I want this shit to last. I watch her breasts wobble slightly with each calculated movement, and my eyes fixate on her beauty mark just under her right breast above her ribcage. The intimate way I know it’s there is something I hate to admit I take great pleasure in. I rub it with my thumb almost too much.
