Page 56 of Desperate Measures

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Page 56 of Desperate Measures

“Take it, Wife. Take me,” I said, holding her tight to me and flexing my hips.

I had her arms pinned, but she still managed to wrap them around my back, pulling on my shirt as she whimpered at my thick invasion.

I was a big guy. I should have given her more, but it was too late now. I was lost to this madness that came over me whenever she was within reach.

Drowning in sensation, I groaned. I sucked on her tongue and feasted on her lips.

Warmth and wetness surrounded me. Her big tits were squashed against my chest, and I was glad she’d pulled the shirt away so I could feel her, skin to skin.

Her sublime ass slapped against my covered legs, and I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t even managed to get undressed.

My need for her was unparalleled.

I knew this wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. We married for business reasons. She had a debt to pay, and I needed her father’s clout.

But it looked like maybe we both got more than we’d bargained for.

I still didn’t have her father’s cooperation, but I wasn’t counting it out. Also, it seemed my sister didn’t really take care of the situation Michaela owed her for like she should have.

My head of security sent me a message today with that piece of shit DJ’s whereabouts and I intended to pay him a visit soon.

Maybe that was why I rushed back home to bury myself inside my wife. The idea of anybody trying to force themselves on her? It set me right fucking off.

I wanted to hurt the prick. And I would. But I was smarter than to run off half-cocked. He was gonna get his.

But right now. I was gonna get mine. And Michaela was mine.

“Husband, I’m close,” she moaned.

“That’s right. You’re fucking close. And I’m the only one taking you there. Tell me,” I demanded.

“You. Only you. Please,” she whimpered.

I slid my hand into my pocket, removing the small tube. Opening the cap, I poured some of the slippery liquid onto my fingers and down the crack of her ass, never stopping my hips as I ran my hand up and down her crevice to her tight little rosebud.

“Oh,” she moaned as I gathered the liquid, using it to lube my way.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Easy. You can take it. You can take me,” I told her.

I had one hand on her neck, tilting her face to me so I could lick into her mouth as I pressed my slickened finger into her ass, and rocked her dripping cunt on my dick.

And it was like heaven. So fucking good. I had every hole at my mercy. A piece of me sunk deep into every piece of her.

She was everywhere.

Everything.

And I wanted to have it all. I needed it. Needed her.

Her lilac scent.

Her lush body, so hot and wet for me.

Those soft whimpers and throaty moans that escaped her lips.

They were mine. All mine.




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