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She didn’t have to ask twice. Hell, she really didn’t have to ask at all. I stepped into the shower, and as soon as my dick was within reach, she wrapped her hand around the base and licked the tip.

“Don’t play with it, baby. I want to feel the back of your throat.”

My wish was her command, and when the head of my dick hit that little thing in the back of her throat, she gagged. Saliva gathered in her mouth, seeping from the sides while her eyes watered.

“Damn, you look beautiful sucking my shit. Get that throat ready. I’m about to bust.”

She sucked harder as her head bobbed up and down. My seeds shot to the back of her throat, and she easily swallowed every last bit.

I took her hand and pulled her up from the bench, turning her around to face the wall. She pressed her hands against it and tooted her ass up.

“Is she ready for me, baby?”

It was a rhetorical question because she was clearly ready.

“She stays wet and ready.”

Getting my dick sucked by my wife was always a pleasant experience. However, nothing was like burying my length in her womb. I’d been anticipating entering her tight, slippery walls again for days. I grabbed my dick and angled my body enough to slide inside what I’d deemed the greatest place on earth.

“Ahh, fuck! I missed you, baby.”

“Me, too.”

I reached around her body with both hands, using one to massage her clit, and the other to do the same to her nipple. She began to throw her ass back as I pounded her from behind.

“That’s right. Throw that ass back.”

“You gon’ make me cum.”

“That’s the goal, baby. You gon’ give me what I want?”

“What do you want?”

She knew the answer but wanted me to beg for it.

“Cum for me.”

“Mmm.”

“Cum for me. Let it go.”

It didn’t take much. It never did. Even if she didn’t want to listen to me, her pussy always understood the assignment and who was in control. She contracted around my dick, and my strokes deepened, sending her into a frenzy.

“Baby, please.”

Her hand fell from the wall, and she reached back, put it between us, and attempted to push me away.

“None of that, baby. Move your hand.”

“Baby, please.”

“Back on the wall,” I ordered.

She did as I said, and I extended my arms, covering her hands with mine to ensure she didn’t try that shit again. I fucked her hard and fast from the back. The sound of our skin smacking against one another was an aphrodisiac.

Our climaxes collided, and I had to wrap my arm around Desire’s waist to keep her from collapsing. Spinning us around, I sat on the bench with my dick still nestled inside her haven. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

I was disappointed when Quinton called with no new information the following day. Whoever sent the threatening message had covered their tracks well. He assured me the culprit would be discovered, but it would take longer than expected. I ensured security was in place to protect my family, and there wasn’t much else I could do about the situation at the moment.

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