Page 154 of The True Garza

“You’re ridiculous.”

She shifts her legs, and the sheer material of her robe slides off her skin and hangs off the sun bed, dusting the wooden floor. Her golden skin glistens under the hot Caribbean sun. Even after giving me two beautiful girls, she’s still firm, tight, and hot as fuck.

Truthfully, I miss the curves she had postpartum. Oh man, was Iobsessedwith her ass. When she started hitting the gym again, I tried to convince her to keep some of the weight on. But I’ve learned and accepted that she’s happier with a lean figure. Either way, thick or lean, she’salwaysthe object of my affection and rabid sexual desire. She’sit. No one compares. She satisfies my every need and makes me so fucking happy.

When I drag my gaze from her legs up to her full tits, her chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths. I haven’t even done anything, and she’s turned on. Fuck if I don’t love the way my wifewantsme. All I’ve got to do is check her out, and she’s ready. Every. Single. Time.

“True….” she rasps.

“Up. Inside.”

She obeys.

She always does. And my cock loves it.

To rile her up a bit, I wait a full two minutes before going in after her, sealing the double doors behind me.

She lingers by the foot of the bed, impatient but obedient. Her breaths heavy in anticipation.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

And mine.

Fuckingmine.

I grab her by her neck and drag her to me. “I didn’t lie. In our little kingdom, you’re the goddess. You rule, and everyone knows it.” I scrape my teeth along her jaw. “But when the curtains are drawn…?”

She shivers against me as she replies, “You rule.”

“That’s right.”

I take her mouth, deep and rough, and my cock rages when she moans against my tongue. Because she loves it when I do, I bite her lip, then end it. “Now kneel, baby.”

As she slowly lowers to her knees before me, her eyes say, “I’m yours. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I reply out loud. “Only you. Always you.”

We made it, baby.

We fucking made it.