Page 131 of Revere

Her hips swivel as she rolls herself over me, grinding her clit against me with every movement. Her cunt soaks my cock as I grab her hips and grind her harder.

“You look so pretty sitting on your husband’s cock.” I grip her thighs. “Look how well you take me. How your body is made for me.”

She smiles, but then I tilt her hips, and she loses her breath, arching to grab my thighs.

“You’re so beautiful.” I pluck her nipples.

Toying with them and pinching them until she’s drifting so deep in her pleasure, her movements aren’t her own. They’re simply her body responding to me, using mine to claim what feels good. It’s the biggest compliment in the world.

The entirety of Sigma House can worship me, and it means nothing if this woman doesn’t. She woke me from the dead, and I want nothing more than to spend my life thanking her for it.

Patience rocks, and I feel the tension building at the base of my spine. I lose myself in her body taking me deeper. Nails bite into skin. Teeth grind as I ride that edge.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I play with her clit, helping her reach her release before she drags mine out of me.

“Yes.” She grabs my chest, and I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her closer.

I need to feel every inch of her body. Her soft breasts pressing against my hard chest. Her hummingbird heart, racing with excitement. She melts as I hold her hips in place, thrusting my hips up to fuck her.

And when that isn’t enough, I flip us back over so I’m on top, and I can take her completely. Until she’s falling apart, and I’m nearly blacking out as I empty myself into my wife.

A beautiful sheen of sweat paints her forehead as she glows beneath me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She smiles with the force of the sun, always responding so well to my praise. “That’s a wonderful way to wake up.”

Of course she thinks so. My wife is as sick and kinky as I am. She has no hesitation about me waking her up with my cock inside her, and I love it.

“Happy it pleased you.” I kiss the apple of her cheek.

Salty and sweet. Beauty and sin.

“I missed you too.” She brushes her hands over the back of my neck. “Even if it was just for twelve hours.”

“Good. I’d hate to think I’m the only obsessed one in this relationship.”

Patience rolls her eyes, laughing.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me, wife?” I lift onto my knees, still hard because there is no getting enough of her.

“Maybe.”

I hum, flipping her over. “All that sass. Maybe I should teach you a lesson.”

My palm flattens on her ass, and she gasps as I thrust back into her.

“Please.” She grabs the sheets beneath her, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Teach me, Professor.”

The darkness that rolls through my chest begs me to take her to the pits of hell. To make her feel the kind of good that is purely sinful.

Reaching over, I grab her hair and wrap it around my fist, then I lift and spit, letting it trickle down her ass. We’ve been working up to this, but tonight, I’m done holding back.

“You want to learn something, baby? You can learn how to take me in your ass.” I work her tight hole with my finger, preparing her as I soak my cock in her wet pussy.

And when I finally bury myself in her ass, all she does is scream for more like the good girl she is.

My perfect student.

My beautiful wife.