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M y wife looked at me with her half-lidded midnight eyes and licked her pouty pink lips.

All fucking day, I cursed my luck that I had to go into the office. It was Sunday. Sundays weren’t for working. They were for resting, or in my case, staying home and fucking my sexy as hell wife.

But no. I had to go in and see to a fucking delivery of some very expensive materials needed for the nano battery ODI was developing.

Clarissa Chen, who was in charge of keeping the supply chain moving at ODI, met me there. She was the daughter of a very influential man who held the rights to one of the mines I procured lithium from in Gansu.

Part of our arrangement involved me hiring his American educated daughter, which I was apt to do since she came highly recommended and had fantastic references.

But Clarissa was flirtatious, and I did not have the time or the inclination to indulge her. This morning had tried every last bit of my patience.

Coming home to find my wife in the kitchen wearing that goddamn ivory lounge set was more than I could take.

I needed to touch her.

To fuck her.

To stake my claim.

The fact was I liked my wife. More than that, I think I was starting to need her.

This was insane behavior for me.

Unheard of.

But I was truly becoming obsessed with this idea of Michaela belonging to me. She was mine. If that made me an unhinged bastard, so be it.

She looked so good astride my legs, completely naked, while I still wore my shirt and pants.

She was so good at listening. At doing what I wanted. What I fucking needed.

“Take my dick out.”

She did.

“Good girl,” I said, wrapping my hands around her neck.

Her eyes flashed, but not with fear. She liked it when I held her there. When I told her what to do.

And that was exactly what I had in mind. That and the little surprise I had in my pocket.

“Now get on top of me.”

Michaela licked her lips, but she did as I said, rising on her knees. But it wasn’t enough space.

I groaned at the feel of her hot, soaked pussy gliding along my cock.

“Fuck. Hold on,” I said.

She gripped my shoulders as I reached between us. Grabbing onto the soft part of her inner thighs, I lifted my wife, and she moved immediately, doing what I’d told her to before. She took my hard cock, leaking precum everywhere, and placed me at her entrance.

I gritted my teeth and let go, impaling her and catching her moan with my lips.

Her tight cunt stretched around me, and fuck, it felt so good. So right.

“Take it, Wife. Take me,” I said, holding her tight to me and flexing my hips.

I had her arms pinned, but she still managed to wrap them around my back, pulling on my shirt as she whimpered at my thick invasion.

I was a big guy. I should have given her more, but it was too late now. I was lost to this madness that came over me whenever she was within reach.

Drowning in sensation, I groaned. I sucked on her tongue and feasted on her lips.

Warmth and wetness surrounded me. Her big tits were squashed against my chest, and I was glad she’d pulled the shirt away so I could feel her, skin to skin.

Her sublime ass slapped against my covered legs, and I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t even managed to get undressed.

My need for her was unparalleled.

I knew this wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. We married for business reasons. She had a debt to pay, and I needed her father’s clout.

But it looked like maybe we both got more than we’d bargained for.

I still didn’t have her father’s cooperation, but I wasn’t counting it out. Also, it seemed my sister didn’t really take care of the situation Michaela owed her for like she should have.

My head of security sent me a message today with that piece of shit DJ’s whereabouts and I intended to pay him a visit soon.

Maybe that was why I rushed back home to bury myself inside my wife. The idea of anybody trying to force themselves on her? It set me right fucking off.

I wanted to hurt the prick. And I would. But I was smarter than to run off half-cocked. He was gonna get his.

But right now. I was gonna get mine. And Michaela was mine.

“Husband, I’m close,” she moaned.

“That’s right. You’re fucking close. And I’m the only one taking you there. Tell me,” I demanded.

“You. Only you. Please,” she whimpered.

I slid my hand into my pocket, removing the small tube. Opening the cap, I poured some of the slippery liquid onto my fingers and down the crack of her ass, never stopping my hips as I ran my hand up and down her crevice to her tight little rosebud.

“Oh,” she moaned as I gathered the liquid, using it to lube my way.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Easy. You can take it. You can take me,” I told her.

I had one hand on her neck, tilting her face to me so I could lick into her mouth as I pressed my slickened finger into her ass, and rocked her dripping cunt on my dick.

And it was like heaven. So fucking good. I had every hole at my mercy. A piece of me sunk deep into every piece of her.

She was everywhere.

Everything.

And I wanted to have it all. I needed it. Needed her.

Her lilac scent.

Her lush body, so hot and wet for me.

Those soft whimpers and throaty moans that escaped her lips.

They were mine. All mine.

Michaela was all around me.

I needed to keep her with me.

To make her part of me.

To take her deep into the pit of my soul and lock her in.

“Fuck. Tell me you’re mine,” I growled, squeezing her cheeks.

Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth agape, and she nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

“Fucking tell me!” I demanded, rutting into her like the beast I was.

“Yours! Husband, I’m yours,” she said, and then she started to come.

“Yeah, you are, Sweetheart. Fucking mine,” I growled as I pumped one last time, emptying my balls into her wet warmth.

“Mine.”