Page 129 of His Wild Seduction

“Sorry, Husband. W-what are you going to do?” I whimpered.

“I’m going to show you the consequences for parading around the house with my pussy practically bare when I’m not home, Wife.”

Josef grabbed the material between my legs, pulling it away from my dripping wet heat, and the sound of my shorts tearing echoed in the bedroom.

Fuck.

That was hot.

But not as hot as the feeling of my husband’s tongue licking me from slit to asshole.

“So delicious. So fucking good,” he growled, kneeling behind me. “But you don’t get to come on my tongue yet, Little Red.”

“No?”

“No. Teasing me like that. I shouldn’t let you come at all,” he said, pushing every inch of his glorious dick inside my channel one at a time.

“Please, Josef,” I begged, needing more from him.

He grunted, dragging his thick cock out of me, and pushing back in so damn slowly.

“Beg me, Wife. Beg me for more.”

He put one hand around the front of my neck, lifting me, so I was kneeling with him. I clutched behind me, grabbing at his pockets for balance.

Holy fuck.

He was still dressed. Just his dick was free, and he was using it to torture me with his long, slow thrusts.

“Please, Husband. Fuck me harder. Make me come, please,” I begged.

I had absolutely no shame where he was concerned.

“Good Girl. You asked me so nice, I’ll make you come, Baby. I’ll make you come all over this dick.”

And he did.

Twice.

EPILOGUE ONE

JOSEF

Sourdough Sundays were a regular thing now.

It was already late June, and the sun was shining down on the stone tiled patio behind Marat’s new mansion.

The beach sat just beyond the wrought iron gate, accessible by a staircase which was equipped with another gate on the bottom and the best damn security system money could buy.

I should know.

My company designed and installed it. Not to mention the half dozen men that were always on site, circling the grounds and keeping everyone safe.

Sofia, Destiny, Meredith, and even Ellie and her son Sammy sometimes joined in on these weekly get-togethers with Adrik, Marat, me, and even Andres.

The star, of course, was the bread. Ellie was something of an expert and after the first few tries and failures, she’d given a sort of mini demonstration of how to build an effective starter and how to bake actual bread.

I wouldn’t tell Meredith, but her first few attempts were like crumbly, flat, dense rocks. As much as I loved her, I ate every fucking bite, of course.

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