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I pull my hips back and then yank the swing forward again, making her bounce on my cock. "Want to try that again?"
"Because I'm your good little cumslut," she moans, her head thrown back. "Bronx, please. Oh, my god."
My dick throbs. Maybe I shouldn't find it so fucking hot when she says shit like that, but I do. Because I know how much pleasure she takes from it. My wife is a filthy little thing who loves being degraded and praised and tied up and fucked within an inch of her life. And there isn't a goddamn thing wrong with any of that.
I fuck her hard now, using the swing to yank her onto my cock and then pull her back off. She sobs every time she lands, begging me to go harder and deeper. My legs burn as I give her what she needs, fucking her until she's screaming.
We fall together in a mess of sweat and cum and ecstasy, with her chanting my name as if repeating it is the only thing keeping her in this dimension. I watch her intently, as fascinated now as ever by how completely she gives herself over to the pleasure. She drowns herself in it, not fighting against it or trying to slow it down. She simply embraces it, more herself in these moments than ever.
If perfection exists, it's my wife when she's coming. It's my wife when she's totally, completely uninhibited, stripped raw and completely at peace with it.
As soon as I can move, I set to work undoing the ropes, freeing first her arms and then her legs. I carefully lift her from the swing, smiling when she immediately curls around me with a sweet little sigh.
I lay her in the bed before crawling in beside her and pulling her back into my arms. "You okay, beautiful?"
"Mmhmm," she hums.
"Do you want to get in the bath?"
"No. I want to snuggle."
"Are your arms sore?"
"No."
"What about your legs?"
"They're fine too."
"How's my pussy?"
"You mean mine," she says, just like always. "And I don't know. It's still tingly."
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you: I fucked it. That makes it mine."
"Whatever," she huffs, making me smile. We both know I'm right though. That pussy belongs to me. I've claimed every fucking inch of it.
We lay quietly for a moment before she sighs. "What do you think our babies are doing right now?"
I bite my lip to hide a smile, already knowing we'll be back home with them before the night ends. We rarely make it an entire night in the apartment at the club these days. She misses the kids too much. I'll never admit it, but so do I. If she's my world, they're the stars. Our four-year-old little boy and two-year-old little girl are the best parts of both of us.
"Sneaking out of bed every time Jacinda tries to sit down," I say.
She laughs because she knows I'm right. Our kids give the babysitter hell every time she spends the night with them. But she loves the kids and we pay her well. She fusses at us every time we come home early, but I'm not telling my wife no. If she wants to sleep under the same roof as our babies, that's what we're going to do.
"Hey, Bronx?"
"Yeah, beautiful?"
"I want another one," she whispers.
I flip her over beneath me, rolling with her. My eyes meet hers. "Yeah? You're serious?"
She nods, her lip caught between her teeth. "I'm ready," she says, those green eyes practically glowing. "I stopped taking my birth control."
"Fuck," I groan, instantly hard. I'm always ready to get this woman pregnant. But she wanted to wait until Lena was out of diapers. I've just been biding my time, waiting for her to decide she was ready. I had a feeling it wouldn't be long once Heidi got pregnant with her second baby. But I figured she'd keep me waiting another few months.
It doesn't suck to be wrong.
