Page 125 of His Wild Seduction

A long, drawn out moan spilled from her lips, and I wanted to pound my chest like a fucking warrior. But I needed more. I needed her to come on my cock.

Sliding up her body, I notched my dick at her entrance, my hand wrapped around her neck.

Every time I looked at Meredith, desire stirred deep in my gut, my heart quickened, and my breathing became choppy.

“Husband, please,” she said, her small hands gripping my sides.

I pushed inside, feeling every shudder and tremble of her body. Fuck, she was perfect.

That cocoa butter scent of hers wrapped tight around my heart, and it was impossible for me to stay still.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, and neanderthal or not, I had to admit just to myself, that missionary was my favorite way to fuck my wife.

She was so wet for me. So hot. And I felt like a god. That this woman wanted me so much was a gift. That she loved me was a fucking miracle.

I didn’t deserve her. But I was keeping her. I was never letting go. And if I had to fuck her into submission every day to remind her who she belonged to, well, I looked forward to the challenge.

My balls tightened. I was gonna come. But I needed her with me.

Fighting against the need to bust inside of her, I pushed a hand between us, rubbing her needy clit. She whimpered, scratching me with her nails. I hissed, liking the bite of pain.

It was all so good. Everything about her was so good. Her scent. Her moans. Her headlong responses to me. So good. Almost too much.

“That’s my, Good Girl. Feel me pushing inside you. We’re one now. Open those sexy fucking legs and take it. Take me. Take all of me,” I grunted, moving to my knees.

I pulled on her hips, lifting her ass so she was almost sitting on me as I fucked her deeper, harder, increasing my speed.

Her sweet, soft body jiggled with every move, and it was so fucking hot.

Perfect. Gorgeous.

“Come for me, Little Red. Squeeze those tits, touch that clit, and come for me,” I growled. “Right fucking now.”

Her hands scrambled to do my bidding. Juices from her wet cunt seep down, drenching my cock, and fuck, it makes me want to come.

I watched my wife. One hand pinched her nipple, twisting it, and the other was rubbing her tight little nubbin.

My gaze was riveted to the scene, blazing with hunger as I fucked her and watched my sweet Meredith fall apart in my arms.

“Husband! Fuck, I’m gonna,” she yelled a split second before her pussy contracted, sucking the cum right out of my balls.

I came so hard I was almost catatonic, crushing her into the mattress. But I was too damn stunned to move. Every time with her just got better.

I turned my head, needing to taste her again. Kissing her was like coming home. She was everything I ever needed in my life and still, she was so much more.

“I love you,” she whispered against my neck.

I tried to say it back, but all that came out was a sort of grumble. Meredith giggled. Her warm breath tickled my skin where it touched me, and I smirked.

She was so fucking cute.

“Think that’s funny? You reduce me to ogre-like grunts, and then you laugh?”

“I mean, it’s a little funny, Babe,” she said, and I smiled.

Did she just give me a nickname?

I mean I had the Big Bad thing, but that felt more like work. Sure, she called me Husband, and I liked it. But her calling me Babe was something else. And it warmed me.

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