Page 123 of Falling for the Wife

Just when I thought she’d had enough, Stella proved me wrong. I howled in frustration when she shifted and sat on my hardness, hands everywhere as her lips directly went to bite on my left nipple.

“Bloody hell! Be gentle.” She bit it so hard, I almost thought she took the tiny skin off me. Okay, I was hard still, but fuck… no one dared messed with me this way.

“Be gentle, Mister Kensington?” she purred, her tongue sticking out as it tried to soothe the injured nipple by licking it back to health.

Dear God, what had I done? This woman was beyond sexy… her sexual confidence was the hottest thing. Her transformation, completely astonishing.

She was gliding up and done my shaft, making sure her clit was grounded hard on it. Stella had a cat-like smile as her face hovered above mine. “Earlier, I noticed something different,” she started, thoughtful. “You took me… really rough.” Tongue sticking out to wet her lips, suggestively teasing me. My eyes were hypnotized, taking her in. “It was the kind where a woman should feel like she’s being robbed of her dignity. Her virtues. Morals.” She pressed her breasts against my chest, lips on my left ear, breathing hard on it. “I liked that animal in you.”

I barely had time to register anything because the nymph bit into my neck, driving me mad—madly aroused and ready to fuck the living hell out of her, but at the same time, I wanted to see how long she could hold out. Stella excited me… amongst other things.

My eyes shut closed when I felt my cock graze her entrance. She was still relentlessly rocking upside down. “Can he come out and play, Mr. Kensington?” she rasped out. “I promise, I’ll be good. So good that I’ll let you do anything.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for that, Stella,” I argued, even though my mind ran amuck with images of all the things I wanted to try on her, in her.

She raised her brow, not paying attention to what I’d just warned her about. “I think my pussy can take what you can dish out, Callum. You shouldn’t underestimate me.”

In a heartbeat, I had her on her stomach before I slid off the bed in haste. Stella barely had the time to protest when my hands clamped on her ankles and dragged her to the end of the bed as her body easily slid down to my demands. I had her upper body on the bed, feet on the floor. Her pert arse called upon me, so I gave it a few teasing smacks before I grabbed my dick and slapped each cheek with it.

My blood thrummed in anticipation.

There was nothing that could keep me from taking what was mine—this—her supple body was mine to do with as I wished. Spreading her firm arse apart, I sandwiched my throbbing shaft in between and then pressed it tight together and started fucking her that way. It was a delirious intent, an indication for what was to come.

“Didn’t anyone tell you to be careful for what you wish for, darling?” I gritted out. Stella was panting hard. So I placed both of her hands on her butt. “Keep them together.” My lips pressed against the base of her spine, trailing upwards with soft kisses as my cock kept up its rocking motion. She felt marvelous. Beautiful. Magnificent. My teeth grazed her ear lobe, biting into it before I gently sucked on it. “We’ve only just begun.”

My hand twisted her head so her cheek was pressed on the mattress. With my thumb against her soft cheek, I placed my middle finger against her lips. “Suck on my finger,” I urged, avidly aroused at the sight of her lips parting and doing as I asked without complaint. The tip of her tongue stroked the pad, sucking it as she’d done my dick minutes ago. It was highly erotic. She was carnally vulgar and I thrived on it. “I love seeing you shameless, Stella,” I hissed, rocking her in between her ass. “You want me and you’re not afraid to show it.”

“I’ve always wanted you,” she moaned around my finger. “Always,” she repeated.

Fuck. The thought of her lusting after me for years brought me to the hilt, unleashing what little restraint I had left into the ether. She might have dated a lot of men, but I was the only one who got to feel her this way.

I was the only one to possess her like no other man could. She brought out the territorial side of me and I didn’t want to share her; not one little bit. It was selfish, but I wanted her for myself. All mine to have.Just mine.

Callum’s woman, my partner—my wife.

Zealous and carnal, I rammed into her pussy, grunting at how hot and wet… and dammit, she was excruciatingly tight, but what got me more maniacal was how deep I was into her core.

She yelped a cry when my cock kept pushing into her closed walls, pressuring it to give way because there was no way I was backing down from a request. “Is this what you wanted, Stella? Painandpleasure?”

“Yes, my love. Don’t stop.”

My love. Should I be worried? I’m sure she was merely as delirious as I was. After all, this was all sex, right? Pausing, I drew my dick out and flipped her like she weighed nothing onto her back. I then took hold of her calves and slowly lifted them up until they hit the sides of her face. “Hold them and don’t let go until I’m coming all over your sweet pussy.”

Stella only moaned in response.

Her cunt was exposed this way just as I liked it. When fucking her tight walls, I aimed to go deeper. The feel of her body giving way as I demanded more entrance was one of my weaknesses.

There was nothing more arousing than knowing the woman you’re with was in pain and partially pleasured, yet took it all like a pro because she wanted you to have whatever you wished for. Now that was a woman I could live with for a long time.

An admirable trait, though I never asked for it. Stella freely gave herself away to me. “You’ve ensnared the hungry beast in me, Stella. There’s no going back for you.” My raging cock plunged into her callously. Nothing made sense to me, but I simply knew that I needed her with me… for a very long time. Maybe even forever, who knew? At this point, the only thing that mattered was that I found someone that made me feel different… inimitable.

“Who owns this little, filthy pussy, darling?” I bellowed, panting hard.

Our eyes met. Mine were demanding for more. Hers were at ease, penetrating into my soul.

“My husband,” she whispered, not breaking eye contact. “It’s yours. I’ll promise it to be yours.”

Fuck. Her saying that I was her husband out loud while I was fucking her and about to orgasm was the most confusing, and yet, the best feeling I had ever felt in my entire life.