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“Did you hear me, wife? I said, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“I heard you,” I murmur.
He squints at me. “Say it.”
“I’m not a puppet.”
“No, but you either say it, or I might see how you like it when I bend you over this banister and fuck you.”
The wanton part of me wants to see if that’s a promise. “You have a strange way of getting what you want.”
“Both things would make me happy,” he admits. One of his hands falls to his belt buckle and he undoes it with a swift yank, the leather slipping through the loops with athwp. “What’s your choice?” he asks as the belt thuds against the floor.
My thighs press together, but I want to be more in control the first time we fuck, so I say, “I’m beautiful.”
His dimples make an appearance, teasing the edges of his smile. “That’s a good girl.” He releases me and walks away, closing himself in his room.
My gaze stays trained on that door longer than I care to admit.
That was fucking hot.
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MACE
The freezing spray of the shower isn’t enough to cool me down. My cock is rock hard in my hand, and I wrap my fingers around it, jerking off while picturing Cassia taking every inch. Imagining the pretty sounds she’d make as I drove into her. The way her full tits would bounce. How her plush stomach would feel against my muscles. The way her thick thighs would wrap around me. Or if I took her from behind, the way that juicy ass would jiggle with each thrust.
I imagine pumping her full of cum, filling her up with my seed and staying locked that way until one manages to take. She’s too fucking tempting, but she’s mine and that’s all that matters. She’s dancing around her desire. One minute, she’s ready to embrace it, and the next, she’s retreating. But the truth is there.
In the ring, I know when my opponent is about to drop, to admit defeat, and Cassia is nearly swaying on her feet. A few pointed nudges will have her falling into my bed, and once she’s there, I’m not letting her leave.
That cinnamon red hair will spill across my pillows.
Those sassy fucking lips will part.
And when I’m finished with her, she’ll beg to come, screaming my name in frustration. Maybe even raking her nails across my back. Then, when she’s at her most desperate, I’ll give her exactly what she wants.
My fist is tight against my length as I stroke myself. I bet her cunt is perfect. Fucking tight. Soft. Warm. A perfect place for my cum.
My knees weaken as my length pulses. I slap my other hand to the wall, locking my legs and powering through, biting my cheek to keep from shouting with my release. As threads of my cum paint the tile, I wish it was Cassia’s tits instead. Or any part of her body, really.
I’m so fucking gone for my wife, and she has no idea.
Showered and dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a button-up shirt that nearly matches the color of Cassia’s dress, I step out of the bedroom, eyebrows lifting when I see she’s waiting for me, hands resting on the banister behind her.
Is this a taunt?
Her ankles are crossed, and the slit in the skirt of her dress parts, flashing skin I want to see red from the impression of my teeth. Cassia tips her head, rich red hair brushing along her shoulder as she exposes the column of her neck. Her eyes glitter with knowing.
My fucking gorgeous tease of a wife thinks she has me.
She’s still playing a game I’ve already won.
My ring is on her finger; as of a few days ago, her last name is mine; and best of all, despite how hard she tries todeny it, she wants me. It’s my job to make her realize how much.
As I take a step toward her, I swear I see her pulse jump. Letting my gaze pointedly rove over her, I take in every curvy inch of her. From thick thighs, wide hips and soft stomach, over the generous curve of her boobs, and the neck that’s begging to be bitten.
Another three steps and I’m in front of her. She cranes her neck, gazing up at me through thick eyelashes that frame those icy blue eyes. Burying my fingers in her hair, gripping tight, I lower my face until our lips are inches apart and bump my nose with hers.