Page 102 of His Wild Seduction

It was everything.

Life altering.

Heart healing.

I tore my borrowed shirt from her sweet flesh and flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

I needed to taste her everywhere. To take ownership of my woman.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me. Such a Good Girl, Wife. So pink and wet, soaked that little cunt just kissing your husband,” I told her, pushing her head down into the mattress as I settled behind her.

I grabbed her pale cheeks in my hands, spreading them wide. Meredith gasped, her hips flexing instinctively.

“Stay still, Little Red. Stay still so I can see what’s mine,” I growled, then I bent my head and slid the flat of my tongue over her tight little rosebud.

“Mmm, Baby. You taste so fucking good,” I told her, licking her from asshole to clit and back again.

“Josef! Husband!” she cried out with every swipe.

Now that I knew she’d never been touched by another man, I couldn’t wait to touch her everywhere. I wouldn’t fuck her ass yet. But I was going to finger it. And she was going to fucking love it.

“You ready for me, Wife? Is that cunt ready to be filled?”

“Yes, Husband. Please,” she begged.

“Good Girl,” I praised her, pressing through her slick folds.

And she was.

My very Good Girl.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

MEREDITH

Even if I wanted to stay still, I couldn’t.

The second Josef filled me with his gloriously thick cock, I was no longer in control of my actions.

My back arched, and I pushed back, taking him deeper inside my needy hole. A keening wail escaped my lips, and the rest was all begging and moaning.

It would have been embarrassing, but this was Josef. How could I be ashamed of what he made me feel?

My husband was a total sex god. His skilled body seemed made for mine.

No wonder I never let anyone else touch me. How could I?

He was the only man I’d ever allowed inside my pussy. The only man who would ever see me pant and beg.

Something about knowing that, about acknowledging that he was the only one who made me wild with need, amped my pleasure up another notch.

Another.

And another.

“Goddam, Baby. Look at you. You’re dripping all over me, Good Girl. That’s it. Show your husband how much you like it when I stuff you with my cock,” he grunted, his pace punishing as he fucked me from behind.

“Look at you,” he said some more, his hands gripping my cheeks and spreading them apart.

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