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She tries and fails to shrug off my shackles, settling for begging.

Or her version of it.

“Do it fast. Before someone comes out.”

“Do what, dear wife?”

“It.”

She’ll need a solid five years of motherhood deprogramming before the word fuck comes out of her mouth again. Or one solid fucking.

I choose the latter.

Dipping my head down, I collect her nipple between my teeth and tug. “Are we five? Use your words.”

“Fuck me, you bastard. Before someone comes out, and I fuck them.”

I lean against the hot tub edge, watching the way the jets sway her tits. “Suck my cock, and I’ll consider it.”

“Bastian—”

I release my hold on her. She sinks a few inches in the hot tub before gaining footing—and fury. Steaming water splashes my cheek as she advances toward me.

“Remind me why I married you.”

“You enjoy the taste of my cock in your mouth. You’re welcome to satisfy your appetite.”

I squeeze the object of our conversation, tugging once. It salutes us, jutting just above the water level. The piercing winks at us both.

Hello.

She’s tempted.

I know my wife.

I also know exactly how to push her buttons.

Instead of slipping back onto my lap, she goes for the steps. I’m about to convince her to stay when she uses them as leverage to climb onto my face.

I laugh into her sweet pussy and blow warm air against the bare skin. She sits on my face, one hand on my shoulder for support. Her fingers tangle in my hair, hips moving back and forth, riding my mouth.

I thrust my tongue past her lips and bury it deep inside her walls. Once. Twice. Three times.

My nose digs into her clit, and she’s a goner. Her moans echo around us. Before she comes down from her high, I grip her waist and lower her onto my bare cock.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It’s uncontrollable still. The absolute need to mark her, to remind her she’s mine and I’m hers and nothing and nobody will ever get in the way of that.

This time, I remind her with each thrust, imprinting myself on her needy body.

Each surge sends water past the edges of the hot tub. I hit all the right spots, spots I’ve memorized over the past five years, spots I intend to acquaint myself well with over the next sixty.

She claws at my shoulders. Her nails leave dents, deeper and deeper with each dirty word I whisper into her ear.

Be a good girl and come on my cock.

Scream my name, baby.

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