Page 94 of Fair Trade

I search his eyes, the same ones I hope to stare into for the rest of my life. “You really love me?”

His hands tighten on my hips. “This love… it fills my chest with worry. Worry that I won’t have enough time to show you all the ways in which I can love you. Having to settle with this lifetime to love you deeply. Only hoping I will find you in the next and the one after that to prove my point.” His forehead rests against mine. “I love you so much, it sometimes hurts to breathe. Knowing that you’re walking around freely in this world with my heart firmly clasped in your hands while blissfully unaware of the power you hold over me. You’ve created a space in my heart that no longer knows how to survive without you. My love for you is firmly embedded in every fiber of my being. And I promise to make sure you feel it every day for the rest of our lives.”

“Good,” I whisper wobbly. “Then start now.”

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Even while declaring herlove for me, my wife knows how to drive me wild.

I bring her down slowly onto my hard cock.

But I stop when I see a flash of pain on her face.

“No, don’t stop. Keep going, please. You’re, well, you know.”

I smirk. “No, wife. I don’t know what you’re referring to. Care to explain?”

She scrunches her face. “Not the time to gloat. You know that you’re so bi—ah, oh my God, yes!” She screams as I drop her all the way down onto my cock, and I curse myself for thinking I wouldn’t be just as affected by finally being buried in her tight pussy. Fucking bare, relishing her silky heat.

“Move. Baby, please,” she pleads.

I lean her weight on the wall behind her and bracket my forearms beside her head as her arms keep a tight hold around my neck and I thrust into her.

She called me baby.

I go deeper.

She fucking loves me.

I take my right arm and hook her leg over it and pin it back against the wall, opening her up more and letting me hit that spot deep in her pussy that drove her wild the first time I fucked her.

“Yes, Nick. Right there. Oh God, this feels so good.”

“Not Nick. Call me baby again.” I grunt.

She smirks, looking far too pleased with herself as she bites her lower lip. I lean down to swipe her mouth open with my lips and nip her. “Just like that, baby. You know how to fuck me so good.” She moans with her eyes closed as she shakes her head from side to side. “I’m so close. Please.”

“Open your eyes, Angel. Look at me when you come.”

Her eyes open, and her pussy flutters as she stares at my wrist next to her head.

I clench my teeth and keep my own release at bay as her mouth drops open and she whips her head toward me. “Nick, is that—”

“My tattoo. Was wondering when you were going to notice it.”

“But it’s. It’s—”

“Your name, between two angel wings. In your handwriting, since I kept the note you left me at the hotel.”

Her eyes start to water. “Nick.” She gasps as her pussy begins to contract around me, and I know she’s ready.

“Come for me, wife. Come for your husband. You’ve made your mark on my body. Time for me to do the same.”

She screams my name as she comes, her vise-like grip on my cock triggering my release along with hers. I continue to slowly pump into her until our labored breaths begin to slow down.

I slowly drop her leg, wrapping it around my hip once more, but don’t pull out of her yet.

“Nick. I don’t know what to say.” She looks back at the tattoo.