Page 90 of Wicked King

“… That’s it?”

“What else can I say? Do I like the idea that you fucked the head of La Sombra Boricua? Of course not. Am I surprised? Also, no. I can’t hold you responsible for all of your stupidities before we met.”

Extricating my fingers from inside her, I frame her face with both my hands and press a kiss to her pouty lips. “I guess this is what a healthy discussion in a mature relationship looks like, huh?”

“I suppose so.” She adjusts her stance and hovers over my thick crown. “Now, fuck me already, so I can get the thought of you with that woman out of my head.”

Gripping her waist, I force her down onto my cock and we groan in perfect unison. She’s so fucking tight, I feel like a damned school boy every time I’m inside her. It takes all my concentration not to come on the spot.

“Are you going to be able to be quiet, spitfire?” I whisper as she bounces on my cock. She’s so eager, her pussy so ravenous for me.

Her head falls back. “Mmhmm.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.” My hands skate up her skirt, squeezing her perfect ass and she lets out a faint groan. With one palm urging her closer, my other one travels beneath the curve of her ass cheek. I run my finger through her wetness, dragging her arousal toward her puckered hole. The one part of her I have yet to claim.

She trembles at the touch, her hips rocking more forcefully against my cock. I brush the edge of her back hole, circling slowly. I’ve been priming her for days. She’s soaked already and I’m certain she could handle it, but it’s probably not the best place to test it out.

So instead, I insert only the tip of my finger.

She gasps at the unexpected intrusion, but she doesn’t balk. She simply moves faster, gliding up and down my shaft before reaching between us to cup my balls.

“Fuck…” I groan as they tighten at her touch.

My free hand moves from her ass and skates beneath her blouse. I free her breast and rub her nipple until she moans.

“Mmm, I feel so full of you, honey,” she whispers against my ear, her peaked nipples brushing my chest through her blouse.

“That’s right, wifey. You’re all mine. My cock in your drenched pussy, my finger in that tight asshole, and your perfect breast in my palm. You were made for me, all of you.”

“Yes…” she groans.

“Get ready, because I’m going to fill you with my cum in a second. And I don’t want you to clean up after. I want you to walk into Esmeralda’s house with my cum dripping down your leg so she knows your mine and I’m yours.”

A chill races up her spine, making her shoulders tremble. “I’m ready.” She captures my lips, devouring them with unbridled enthusiasm as she rides my cock.

We haven’t exactly been careful the past few days. Though we’ve talked about her going on the pill, we’d need to leave our bedroom to make it happen. I know how invested Jia is in the grand opening of CityZen and a baby would not make that easy.

On the other hand, my biological clock must have just materialized because all I can think about is filling my wife with my seed. And the idea of her belly round with my baby has me at the point of orgasm. It’s fucking nuts what love can do to a self-proclaimed eternal bachelor.

I thrust harder, meeting her with every rock of her hips and dip my finger farther inside that virgin hole. She lets out a faint moan through clenched teeth, and her head falls back. I can feel her pussy clench around my cock and it’s all I need to fall right along with her.

Tremors ravage my body as the orgasm rips through me and I come inside her, the thick ropes dribbling down her thigh. Dio, I’ll never get tired of this. I could live inside her and be a happy man.

Once the echoes of pleasure subside, she collapses against me, a beaming smile on that radiant face.

“Soon, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass, spitfire,” I whisper.

Mischief dances across those darting eyes. “As long as it’s good, you can claim every part of me, honey.”

“Oh, it’ll be good. Trust me.”

She tries to scramble off, but I hold her down for another minute. “When we’re at Esmeralda’s let me do the talking, okay? I don’t need you making any more enemies.”

Her lips screw into a pout. “I can’t make any promises.”

I should have known better…

CHAPTER 42

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