Page 24 of His Infatuated Wife

My hunger for her knows no bounds, and the honey-sweet tightness of her pussy is an addiction I can't get enough of.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Riri is finally mine, and my need for her only takes a feral turn when her nails rake my back as her body arches against mine.

"Jacques, please."

She's begging for me again.

"Please what?" I growl.

"P-please."

"Say it, darling. Say what you want."

"More," she chokes out. "I just want more---"

And so I give it to her.

If she wants more, I'll give her more.

Whatever my wife wants, it's hers.

And since what she's really asking is for me to fuck her the way I promised her I would---

"Jaaaaacques!"

She cries my name out as I start pounding into her like a beast that only knows how to rut and nothing else.

"Jacques..."

She's sobbing my name over and over even as her shuddering body desperately moves to meet my every thrust.

Jacques, Jacques, Jacques.

She's saying my name like it's the only thing she knows how to say.

She's saying it like she's completely mine.

And it's this fucking thought that drives me past the edge---

I reach between our bodies and start rubbing her clit just as I thrust into her one last time.

"Jaaaacques!"

We come in sweet fucking harmony, my cock filling her with my seed while her own orgasm swirls around my pulsing length.

Minutes pass, and I'm still not finished.

It's the longest orgasm I've ever had.

And when I feel her place a trembling hand against my cheek---

I can only suck my breath at what I see in her eyes.

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