Page 25 of His Infatuated Wife

"Let me love you," she whispers.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Just let me love you."

A powerful shudder rocks my body.

"That's all I ask, darling. Please just let me---"

The rest of her words disappear in my kiss as I roll her over my body, and I start bouncing her up and down my length.

Yes, fuck, yes.

I don't stop fucking her until she collapses under me in sleepy exhaustion.

Just let me love you.

I can't get her words out of my mind.

That's all I ask.

I look down at my wife, and I know...

I just know I can't deny her anything.

Riri

My husband doesn't give me any respite the entire night, and I love it.

Even though I know there'll be much to pay when I get back to the daily grind of balancing my time between classes and rehearsals---

I don't care.

All I know is that he can't get enough of me.

And that's why, as soon as we're back in his private jet, my husband doesn't waste time in taking me to the suite.

We're tearing each other's clothes off in seconds.

And then he's thrusting inside of me as my back slides up against the wall.

I try not to make any noise, but it's impossible.

Even when I know the crew outside could easily hear us---

The way he makes love to me is just so, so good that I can't help it.

Jacques, Jacques, Jacques.

I cry his name out over and over, and the next thing I know, I've already fallen asleep in his arms even when my body is still shaking under his, and his member is still buried deep between my folds. My husband wakes me up when we're about to land, and it's when I smile sleepily up at him and try to say 'hi' that I realize I'm in big trouble.

Oh no.

"What is it?" he asks right away.

"This."

Understanding dawns when he hears the croaking sound of my voice.

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