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I wait for it.
“I would sue her for emotional distress if I didn’t love her,” she pouts.
There it is.
“Or Damon for…abandonment.” She nods, teary eyes going wide as if it’s a great idea. My little mastermind.
Last week, during dinner with the foursome, she said she was going to sue Maverick for child endangerment – citing thatshewas the baby they were leaving behind. Maverick merely blinked at her, already used to her antics, and went back to pouring himself a glass of red wine.
The week before that, she told Jonas she was suing him for sibling neglect. Jonas laughed and laughed… andlaughed.
The Duchess did not.
I hold in my grin, because I’ve already made plans for them to meet us in Italy at the end of the week. I called them this morning after their nuptials to both congratulate them and offer time at the villa. Raven, feeling bad Sabrina wasn’t able to be there for her, was the most enthusiastic. She even tried to talk to me, but through her excitement, she was so flustered she stuttered so hard she gave up and started signing erratically instead. Parker had to interpret for me.
“We’ll see them soon enough. We have ghosts to rattle, Duchess.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, darling. I know I should be more ecstatic that we’re finally going on a small trip, and we’ll be able to enjoy each other but…” She inhales deeply again.
I do not like it when my wife is sad.
“I know. You want to be there for your best friend.” My wife has become a soft, sweet little thing – outrageous and dramatic at times when we argue, but then she's like this – pouty and cute – and I love it. No day is the same.After being married almost six months, I can’t understand why any man would be unfaithful. Why cheat on your partner when you have seventeen different personalities of hers to choose from?
I’ve also learned the more you let your wife lean on you, pay attention to her, feed her, and fuck her the way she needs you to, she becomes a happy, sappy, very sweet thing. If she’s rude or cranky,start with love.If she’s yelling at me, I make sure to pry whatever she’s holding in her hands – if it can be used as a weapon – then take her in my arms and kiss her deeply. Then I ask her to repeat herself. When she does, it’s often a very dazed and confused reiterationwithoutthe yelling.
“And now I've gone and mucked up my makeup,” she groans.
“Beautiful with or without.”
She rolls those pretty green eyes at me and then sighs. “I'm at the next building. I suppose I'll see you on the tarmac. I miss you.” She hangs up.And I go back to whatever the hell I was doing, so I can pay my wife all the attention she deserves while we’re overseas.
Wales, United Kingdom
“That’s it, Duchess. Drench your bodyguard’s face. Soak my cock with your gorgeous pussy. Oh, fuck.” I pant.
“Maksim!”
I love the sight of me towering over my wife. Her arms are locked behind her back where I have them pinned with one hand. Savage is between her legs, devouring her cunt in the ancient mirror. A woman being painfully pleasured by her devils. Almost an exact replica of a painting I saw once. I’ll need to purchase it.
“Such a good little wife. Look at you, Duchess. Being stretched apart by your husband while your man eats your hot cunt. Look at how beautiful you are at our mercy.” I shove every fucking inch I can into her, and she cries out. Sweat misted on her skin; hair matted to her forehead. She is divine. “You don’t want mercy, do you? You want me to tear you apart, don’t you? Say it, wife.”
I withdraw my fingers from her mouth and give her a light slap, so her eyes pop open and she can see this pièce de résistance we have created.
“Please don’t stop fucking me. Please, please,please.” She whisper-begs me so fucking prettily, eyes rolling back again.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve learned exactly when my wife wants me to be brutal, and when she wants me to be kind.
This is not one of those times.
I reach my free hand over and twist one of her nipples roughly, only to slap it, then reach back over to smack her ass hard.Enthralled with the way her ass ripples with every bounce and every smack.
“Oh my god!” she squeals and begins to shake in my grasp. I can hear Parker’s loud, lewd slurping, drinking it all in and she squirts into his mouth. She makes a whining sound. “I need you both. Please! I want to come. I want to come. Please let me come!” From what she’s told me, squirting and orgasming don’t always feel the same. She can do both at the same time, but not always. Although she admits both are pleasurable, orgasms satiate her more than squirting. She’s been very vocal lately. And because of this, she is often rewarded.
Savage stands with the back of her thighs in hand. I let her arms go, and she slings one arm over his shoulders, the other over mine. Her weight now distributed between us. I feel the first barbell on the tip of his dick when he begins to push into her.
Our girl shouts “Yes!” into the immense room with all the furniture covered up by sheets. She wanted to scare a few spirits, andI’m pretty fucking confident they’re clutching their invisible pearls now. Once he’s as inside as he can be, we build a tempo. In…out. In... out.Sabrina’s head hangs back like a limp doll, eyes shut until they snap open. She kisses me viciously, grunting with each powerful thrust, sucking on my tongue. “Don’t stop. Ugh! Don’t fucking… stop.”
I reach down and play with her engorged clit, my balls drawing up at the sensation of Parker’s barbells against my cock, adding to the pressure of being inside of my wife with me. She tries to rock her hips but shudders instead. “Maksim. It’s so good. I can’t - oh, fuck… come with me. I need you to fill me.” Her eyes cross slightly, her feminine groans and gasps fills the air, sending chills all over.