Page 63 of Desperate Measures

“Maybe I’ll just keep doing this,” I said, circling and circling with my tongue and my fingers, driving us both crazy with the promise of what was to come.

“Or maybe I’ll smack that ass of yours good. Leave my handprint on it.”

“Liam,” she whimpered.

“You want that? Want my handprint on your sexy ass so you can see it in the mirror? So you know just who you fucking belong to?”

“I-I never, I mean, I-I don’t know,” she whispered against my mouth, panting with need.

Goddamn.

She was so hot like this. Amped up and begging for it with juice from her sweet cunt dripping down my fingers.

“On your feet,” I growled, removing my hands from her pussy and gripping her face with those same fingers. I claimed her mouth hard, driving my tongue past her lips, mimicking what I was going to do with my cock.

“Turn around,” I ground out, pressing my hard dick against her sweet ass even as I pushed on her back, positioning her how I wanted her.

Face and chest pressed to the desk, ass out, skirt rucked up, pussy on display. I groaned at how fucking good she looked.

“Husband. Please,” she begged.

“You need to learn patience, Wife. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” I growled, then I slammed my hand down on one cheek.

“Oh!”

“Walking around here all day with my pussy all bare,” I growled.

I unbuckled my belt, dropping my slacks and pulling my dick free from my boxer briefs. I was so hard. Ready to blow just from looking at her.

I wanted her so badly. I always wanted her, and it was starting to make me worry.

But Michaela was so fucking hot. And when she was like this?

Obedient.

Submissive.

Fuck me, it just made me want her even more.

I slide my dick between her legs, along her dripping pussy, but not penetrating. She moaned and rocked back, trying to take me. But not yet. I wasn’t giving in so easily.

I rubbed circles on the pink stain my hand left on her left cheek, soothing the warm skin. Then I lifted my hand and brought it down on her ass again.

“Never show my pussy to anyone else, understand?”

“N-never,” she said.

“Cause this belongs to me. All of this. All of you. You’re mine. Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, Husband. Please,” she moaned, rocking back into me.

“That’s right. Mine,” I growled, and shifted my hips, finding her slippery hole and filling it with one hard thrust.

Her pussy squeezed me tight.

So fucking tight.

Emotions ran over me like a Mack truck. I’d never felt this way about anyone. And I certainly never intended to feel this way about her.