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Dominant. Masculine. This man is my husband and so insanely sexy.

“Say you needed this, Blythe,” he demands. “You goaded me, you teased me. You got the cock you wanted, didn’t you?” He punctuates this statement with short intense thrusts and reaches around to my clit, finding it with total assurance and stroking me.

It only takes that touch. I explode.

“I can feel you coming on my cock, wife.” He sounds strained. “Did you fantasise that I’d do this to you?”

“Yes, yes,” I babble. “Please.” The way he’s so hard inside me is unimaginably perfect. Better every time. “I want it. I asked for it, please.”

“Good girl,” he breathes, and changes to long, smooth thrusts.

I glow from his praise, arching into him.

“Oh you like that do you?” His grip on my hair tightens. Bringing his lips to my ear, he growls, low and rough. “You’re being such a good girl for your unhinged, possessive husband. Taking his cock whenever he needs your tight pussy.”

A full body shiver of pleasure washes down me from his words.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into your flat belly, my good little housewife. Then another, and another. I’m going to breed you constantly.”

I can’t help it. I whimper.

The feel of his cock stroking me is phenomenal. I crave it.

“When the weather warms up, I’m going to use you in the garden, in the dirt, pushing you into the ground as I come inside you, and you can’t say no.”

I don’t want to say no. That’s the thing. He pretends he doesn’t check that I’m wet enough and scan my face for uncertainty every single time he does this, and I pretend that the only reason I let him fuck me is because of this marriage of convenience.

I think he’s lying as much as I am. While Mr Blackstone said he didn’t want love to be a part of this, he’s so loving. He called it free use, but more often than not he makes me come multiple times, before he fills me up.

“One night without being in your pussywhen I could have, and I’m wild.” He speeds up, pounding into me, his movements gone erratic and uncontrolled.

I sneak a look over my shoulder and he looks crazed. His face is screwed up in almost pain. It’s a stark contrast to his usual expression of intense focus.

“Don’t make me do that again, Blythe. Please.” He’s hoarse. “I need you.”

“I won’t.” The promise is out of my mouth before I can stop it. Does this mean he finds my days off as difficult as I do?

“Just be my good girl.” He makes the request through gritted teeth as he pounds into me harder and harder.

“I will, I will.” I can’t bear to see him so pained, even as I’m ecstatic that he cares so much and is losing control for me. I’m proud to have made him admit what we both know—he needs me.

That’s enough.

“Good girl.” He chokes out the praise for me as he rams home with bruising force once, twice, then a third time and he’s in me deeper than ever and I feel his dick pulse and the seed I so desperately want hit my cervix as he climaxes in waves.

It triggers another orgasm in me, and he groans as I clench around his length. I see stars. I feel special and powerful to have made this older, experienced, and gorgeous mafia boss lose his cool and unload so much come into me that it’s seeping down my inner thigh even as we’re both recovering from our orgasms.

“You earned that,” he murmurs.

He slides out of me, and the emptiness is immediate. I miss him. Grasping my shoulders, Duncan turns me around, so I face him, my back on the warm patch of the wall my breasts were pressed to. One hand steadying me from the hip, it takes a second to realise that his trousers are still on his thighs. This man wanted me so much—even after weeks of free use to take the edge off—that he didn’t bother taking his clothes off.

Then there’s something cool and solid at my pussy entrance. I glance down to find my husband with his hand between my legs, smirking at me, a black silicone toy pushing upwards.

He pushes it into place, effectively plugging me.

“I want my seed in you all the time,” he states, as though this is totally logical. “I decided you needed a stopper.”

Oh my god. It’s small compared to Duncan, but my greedy pussy sucks onto the silicone and with the come in me it’s a contrast of hot and cool, wet and firm that’s decadent. And it’s from Duncan. That makes it perfect. I love it.