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M y wife is so fucking hot, I’m about to blow my load in my fucking underwear just from watching her touch herself.

The emotions that held me captive for the entire shithole of a day dissolved under the power of what I felt watching her bare herself to me.

It was always me who initiated our passionate interludes. This was the first time my wife had done anything like this.

And I fucking loved it.

I loved her.

“God, I need to come,” she groaned.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to touch her.

Fuck these fucking clothes.

I tore at them, breaking the zipper of my slacks just to get them off.

“I got you, Sweetheart. I’ll make you come all over me,” I growled, falling face first into her hot cunt.

“Liam!” she shouted my name as she started to convulse.

I moaned, drinking her essence from the source, and love, the unconditional kind, filled me. Desire— ever-growing —that, too. And next came a deeply possessive pride that she belonged to me. That I was her one and only. That I would do anything for her.

I pushed up on my hands, fitting my thick cock to her entrance, but not entering her just yet. Using my thighs to hold her legs even wider, I looked down at her gorgeous, soft body beneath mine.

I knew in my heart I would not be satisfied until I was sure that when I lowered myself, I would touch every inch of her possible. That much was clear to me.

It was a goddamn biological imperative.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please Husband. I need you,” she said, and that plea broke me wide open.

How could I deny her when I needed her just as badly?

I braced my weight on my hands and lowered my hips. Her big breasts squashed against my chest, her soft belly the perfect cushion for my harder body, gliding inside her soaked sex with no resistance at all.

“Fuck, you feel like home, Sweetheart. Like my home,” I murmured, sealing my mouth over hers.

Then I started moving, stroking her walls with my big dick, touching her inside as deeply as she touched my heart and soul with every swivel and flex. I needed Michaela like I needed air.

I would do anything to secure her as mine.

No price was too steep.

No measure too desperate.

“Mine. Hear me? You’re mine. Every fucking inch, mine! No one is taking you from me. Not ever again,” I growled, promising her with every flex of my hips.

Her pussy clenched around me, strangling my cock, and my sweet wife started to moan as her orgasm snuck up on her.

“I wasn’t ready for that one, Baby. Now give me another.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered, but we both knew she was lying.

Our bodies worked in tandem, finding a rhythm that was ours.

Just ours.

Nobody else’s.

Michaela’s lilac scented flesh surrounded me. She was everywhere. And I loved her so fiercely, I didn’t know how I was alive before her.

Did anything even exist before I’d married this woman and made her a part of me?

“I love you, Wife. Love you so fucking much,” I vowed.

I knew in my heart it was that confession, not the clever little hand I had slid between us to play with her slick clit, that catapulted her over the edge.

And this time, I went with her.

“I love you, too, Liam,” she whispered as I held her close, trying to catch my breath.

“I love you forever, Wife.”