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I have a new obsession, getting my wife to call me Mr. O’Doyle while fucking her in the office without the staff knowing.

My pulse raced like an Olympian’s as I marched my wife over to her desk with my hands on her perfect, wide hips.

“Get on that desk right there, tug that skirt of yours up around your waist.”

“Like this, Mr. O’Doyle?” she asked, one side of her mouth quirked while she did as I said.

“Spread those legs for me, Sweetheart,” I commanded, my mouth fucking watering at the sight she made.

Fuck.

My dirty little wife was bare beneath her skirt and my cock was so hard I thought I might come from staring at her juicy pink pussy lips.

“You’ve been sitting here in meeting all day with your naked pussy beneath your skirt, Wife?”

She nodded, biting on her lower lip,

“I’m gonna have to punish you for that,” I told her, my voice going deeper as I moved closer, sliding my fingers along her slippery slit.

“P-punish me? How?”

“I’m not sure yet,” I whispered, circling her tiny bundle of nerves, licking her lips but not allowing her tongue to catch mine.

“Maybe I’ll just keep doing this,” I said, circling and circling with my tongue and my fingers, driving us both crazy with the promise of what was to come.

“Or maybe I’ll smack that ass of yours good. Leave my handprint on it.”

“Liam,” she whimpered.

“You want that? Want my handprint on your sexy ass so you can see it in the mirror? So you know just who you fucking belong to?”

“I-I never, I mean, I-I don’t know,” she whispered against my mouth, panting with need.

Goddamn.

She was so hot like this. Amped up and begging for it with juice from her sweet cunt dripping down my fingers.

“On your feet,” I growled, removing my hands from her pussy and gripping her face with those same fingers. I claimed her mouth hard, driving my tongue past her lips, mimicking what I was going to do with my cock.

“Turn around,” I ground out, pressing my hard dick against her sweet ass even as I pushed on her back, positioning her how I wanted her.

Face and chest pressed to the desk, ass out, skirt rucked up, pussy on display. I groaned at how fucking good she looked.

“Husband. Please,” she begged.

“You need to learn patience, Wife. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” I growled, then I slammed my hand down on one cheek.

“Oh!”

“Walking around here all day with my pussy all bare,” I growled.

I unbuckled my belt, dropping my slacks and pulling my dick free from my boxer briefs. I was so hard. Ready to blow just from looking at her.

I wanted her so badly. I always wanted her, and it was starting to make me worry.

But Michaela was so fucking hot. And when she was like this?

Obedient.

Submissive.

Fuck me, it just made me want her even more.

I slide my dick between her legs, along her dripping pussy, but not penetrating. She moaned and rocked back, trying to take me. But not yet. I wasn’t giving in so easily.

I rubbed circles on the pink stain my hand left on her left cheek, soothing the warm skin. Then I lifted my hand and brought it down on her ass again.

“Never show my pussy to anyone else, understand?”

“N-never,” she said.

“Cause this belongs to me. All of this. All of you. You’re mine. Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, Husband. Please,” she moaned, rocking back into me.

“That’s right. Mine,” I growled, and shifted my hips, finding her slippery hole and filling it with one hard thrust.

Her pussy squeezed me tight.

So fucking tight.

Emotions ran over me like a Mack truck. I’d never felt this way about anyone. And I certainly never intended to feel this way about her.

My wife.

But there I was, losing my mind over this woman. This princess who was so far above me in ways she didn’t even realize.

My family history was far from clean, and it was only because I knew her roots were similar to mine that I’d even dared touch her.

Michaela’s soul was as pristine as the ivory clothes that shrouded her most days. But when she was like this—all wild, wet, and warm? All passion and no reason.

That was when I knew she matched me— for better or worse . Michaela was mine now, and I wasn’t letting go.

Her sweet, lush body welcomed me home, and I groaned at how perfect she felt surrounding me.

I gripped her hips, pounding into her, fucking her so hard the whole desk moved with the force of my ministrations.

Reaching between us, I found her needy little clit. I twirled the tight bud between my fingers, pulling more strangled moans from her throat.

My balls tightened, ready to blow. But I needed her there first. Harder, I pistoned my hips. Faster, I strummed my fingers, playing her body like an instrument.

I never needed anything as badly as I needed her to come. No one had ever made me so wild, so fucking unhinged. But that was my orgasm, dammit, and I wanted it.

Right. Fucking. Now.

Never like this before.

“Come for me,” I commanded, growling against her ear.

Then, my sexy little wife loosed a keening moan from her lips. And she did exactly as I said. She started to come.

She came so hard, her cunt damn near strangled my cock.

“Good girl,” I snarled, elation filling me.

This woman brought me to my fucking knees.

Did she know? Could she tell I would do anything for her?

When we were like this, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. She had me. One hundred percent, I was hers.

Her willing fucking servant. And what’s more? I didn’t care who knew it. I almost wished our office wasn’t soundproofed. But it was probably better that it was.

I couldn’t be responsible for what I’d do if anyone else heard her like this.

All those throaty moans and breathless pants were mine. I wasn’t into sharing.

“Husband,” she whimpered, still in the throes of pleasure.

“That’s right. It’s your husband who makes you come. Let go, Wife. I wanna feel your cunt drip all over my cock. Show me how I make you feel, Sweetheart. Let. Go.”

“Oh God! I am. I’m letting go. I’m coming, Liam. You feel so, fuck, Husband, you feel so good when you fuck me,” she groaned out the words, mouth wide open as her pussy tightened again.

My wife liked dirty words. And I liked saying them.

She’s so fucking perfect. Mine.

“That’s right. I’m the only one who can fuck you like this, make you feel this way.”

I swiveled my hips, feeling my balls tighten, knowing I was seconds from following her into bliss.

“You’re such a filthy little wife taking me like this, aren’t you? My dirty little sweetheart, coming to the office with no panties, letting me fuck you on your desk. Take it, Wife, take me,” I growled, slamming home one more time.

Then I spilled myself inside her, collapsing on top of her prone body and damn near crushing her in the process.

I should move.

I was definitely too heavy, and she was lying on top of stone and wood, not a soft mattress. But I needed a moment to gain control of myself.

Needed a second to catch my breath and come back to the present.

“So fucking perfect,” I whispered, kissing her head, her neck, wherever I could reach.

I squeezed her one more time before standing, sliding out of her. My gaze was riveted to that spot between her legs. She tried to move, but I held her in place, waiting.

“One second. Don’t move,” I said, and watched as my cum started to drip down her thighs.

Sweet fucking Christ. What that sight did to me? There weren’t words.

“Good girl,” I murmured, leaning over to kiss her head again. Then I went to the adjoining bathroom to grab a wet washcloth.

I cleaned the mess we left between her legs and dried her as best I could. Then I helped her stand and smoothed her skirt down her thick thighs, giving her ass a squeeze before sliding in front of her to embrace her.

“That was,” she said against my chest, still a little breathless.

“Yeah, it was,” I replied, hugging her back.

I’d been thinking about fucking her all day in this office. But I wasn’t prepared for the ridiculous flash of possessiveness that hit me when I saw she was naked beneath her skirt.

I wasn’t sure how to feel after what we just did. It was too intense for words, and I didn’t know enough of them to make sure I wouldn’t fuck it up.

So, I just held her a little longer, ignoring the knock on the door a few minutes later.

I don’t want to let go.

But I had to because this was work, and we both had things to do.