Page 96 of Desperate Measures

I braced my weight on my hands and lowered my hips. Her big breasts squashed against my chest, her soft belly the perfect cushion for my harder body, gliding inside her soaked sex with no resistance at all.

“Fuck, you feel like home, Sweetheart. Like my home,” I murmured, sealing my mouth over hers.

Then I started moving, stroking her walls with my big dick, touching her inside as deeply as she touched my heart and soul with every swivel and flex. I needed Michaela like I needed air.

I would do anything to secure her as mine.

No price was too steep.

No measure too desperate.

“Mine. Hear me? You’re mine. Every fucking inch, mine! No one is taking you from me. Not ever again,” I growled, promising her with every flex of my hips.

Her pussy clenched around me, strangling my cock, and my sweet wife started to moan as her orgasm snuck up on her.

“I wasn’t ready for that one, Baby. Now give me another.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered, but we both knew she was lying.

Our bodies worked in tandem, finding a rhythm that was ours.

Just ours.

Nobody else’s.

Michaela’s lilac scented flesh surrounded me. She was everywhere. And I loved her so fiercely, I didn’t know how I was alive before her.

Did anything even exist before I’d married this woman and made her a part of me?

“I love you, Wife. Love you so fucking much,” I vowed.

I knew in my heart it was that confession, not the clever little hand I had slid between us to play with her slick clit, that catapulted her over the edge.

And this time, I went with her.

“I love you, too, Liam,” she whispered as I held her close, trying to catch my breath.

“I love you forever, Wife.”

Epilogue-Michaela

“What are you doing? Get out! You’re not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony,” I screeched, hiding behind a curtain.

“Michaela, what are you talking about? We’re already married,” he stated like I was slow.

“I know that, but last time wasn’t like this time. This time we’re getting married because we love each other.”

“You got that right, Wife.” he grinned and pressed his lips to mine.

If I had to pick one thing I loved about Liam right from the start, it was his obsession with kissing me. He always seemed to be looking at and touching my mouth and well, I just adored it.

I loved the way he kissed me.

“Hey! Get out of here!”

“It’s bad luck. Shoo!”

Shelly came storming in, followed by my sister and my cousins, all pushing Liam out the door.