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“I like guaranteed happily-ever-afters. I like knowing that two people who sometimes start off on the wrong foot or have barriers between them, in the end, find a way to overcome it all. Sounds sappy perhaps, but I really do believe love conquers all.”
He slowly rubbed her slick nub while overthinking her answer.
“I’m not sure I believe in love,” he said honestly. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder as if in an apology, though he wasn’t sure why he was apologizing.
They had both went into this marriage with open eyes. He hadn’t lied to her or pretended he had feelings for her other than pure lust. Still, every day it was becoming more difficult to keep a wall between his feelings and his wife. The hold this five-foot-nothing of a woman had on him sometimes scared the shit out of him. She might be the one impaled on his cock right now, but he was the one dodging arrows to his heart. He could never let it happen, though. Loving someone gave them power over you. It made you vulnerable, and when they died on you, it made you mad with grief.
“Well, I do,” she said.
Brave. She was so fucking brave. Never one to mince words or not vocalize what she believed in.
She rose up on her tiptoes, probably to catch her breath.
“Get back here.” He slammed her back down while thrusting his cock up her ass.
Mary yelled, then bucked. He put his fingers on her clit, drawing lazy circles around it.
“I love how you make me feel.” Her voice was throaty and so sexy.
“Shh. And no more moving.” He nipped at her earlobe. “I’m watching the game.”
She turned her head and gave him an incredulous look. “Are you really going to have me sit here until the break?”
Ah, she was so innocent. “Until the end. Not until the break.”
“Oh God.”
“No, it’s, ‘oh Hector.’”
“You’re a sadist.”
“I don’t really get off on pain, baby, but I can try.”
“That won’t be necessary,” she said hastily. “I’ll be good.” She immediately contradicted those words by clenching her cunt.
Determined to take her mind off her devious plan, he grabbed her nipples, giving the little hoops a tug.
“Ouch!”
“Maybe Iama sadist. How about this? Every time you ripple your cunt like that, I’m gonna tug on these beauties.”
“I’ll sit still.”
Always a man of his word, he kept her sitting like that for the entire game. Every now and then, he shallowly thrust into her ass. Having her heat sit on his dick for almost an hour was pure agony. But he had a point to make.
By the end of the game, her head lulled on his shoulder, and she was panting. His pretty wife was spent.
She nuzzled against his neck. “Please, Hector, no more of this slow burn. I’ll be good.”
He wasn’t sure if she meant good to him or that she wouldn’t meddle anymore. Not that he cared. He had punished her enough for one night. She had learned her lesson.
He pulled her off him and carried her upstairs. There, he dropped her on their bed. He spread her legs and slammed into her. This time, it was him doing the riding. He was even kind enough to make her come before himself.
Afterwards, when they lay under the covers, she snuggled up against him.
“Hector?”
“Yeah, baby?” He could hear the smile in her voice.