Page 13 of Savage Book Boyfriend

“I think slow and steady will make you comfortable with me. You were forced into a situation where you didn't have options. Nobody should live like that. No more of that.”

“I'm your wife, though. I want you to be happy, too. Your needs matter to me.”

“You're already doing that.” He pulled me close and I felt his erection pressed against me.

“Did you not finish?” I asked him quickly. Fear mounted high and I could shake it. He hadn't been satisfied.

“I did.” He nodded.

“Then how…” I touched his shaft to make sure I hadn't made up how hard he was.

“It wasn't intense.”

“Dante, the past few weeks have been about me. Tell me what you need.”

“We'll get there.” He kissed my forehead and it felt dismissive.

“I'm going to have some dessert. Do you need anything?” I asked him, needing space to clear my own thoughts. Whispers of not being good enough grew loud and overwhelming.

“No, thank you.”

I nodded and stood up to get dressed. When I got downstairs with my slice of warm cherry pie with vanilla ice cream, it was less than desirable. Not what I wanted. I was too consumed with my thoughts and feeling like a failure. I knew it was more trauma from Chant. But I heavily felt the need to overcome it. I didn't want him controlling my marriage.

Set on getting Dante to open up, I put my food away and retraced my steps. Just as I reached the top, I heard moans coming from Date's bedroom. Approaching the partially cracked door, I saw him on the bed. Legs spread, hips thrusting, and his hand pumping at his shaft. His grip was strong and unrelenting as he pleasured himself.

There were growls, moans, and even groaning echoing through the room. I said nothing as I disposed of my clothes, dropped to the floor out of sight, and crawled over to his spread legs. I kissed his thighs before sucking his sac into my mouth. A loud hiss was my reward and I continued licking and sucking, driven by his raw behavior. I didn't think, I only acted, following my instincts. I twirled my tongue around the base of his shaft watching his hand move faster.

When I heard panting, I slid my hand over his to catch his rhythm. He removed his hand and I took over. I jerked him the way he had been. With a tight grip, long strokes, and my tongue meeting the top of my hand to lick the tip. His cologne perfumed the air, accompanied by lust and desire. My need to pleasure him overrode the throb between my own legs. Watching him had aroused my body, but I had no plans to sate my building needs. I was focused on him.

His heavy panting drew my attention to him. It was my cue that he was close. He gripped the sheets at his side and my strokes shortened, moving from the middle of his cock to the end. I leaned forward and sucked the sensitive vein underneath. Strangled cries filled that room and I continued eagerly. His lungs wouldn’t fill quickly enough or fast enough. He gasped for air and needed it to center himself.

“Yours,” I sighed. “From this moment forward, you’ll treat me like I'm all yours. Your wife, your partner, and whatever else you need. I'm here for you too. Yours.”

The one word affected him deeply, prompting jets of cum to rain on my chest, shoulder, hand, face and neck. I milked him until his hips stopped seizing and his hand released the sheets. I leaned upwards and looked at his content face.

“Good girl.” He said smiling, and I saw how much more relaxed he was. We were one step closer. That's all I could ask for.

I nodded, stood, walked off to wash, and came back to him passed out in bliss. I kissed his hips softly and snuggled into his chest. This was where I belonged.

DANTE

Dinner at Grandma’s house always felt like stepping into a different world—one where everything was simpler, slower, and the weight I carried didn’t press as hard. Tonight, though, it felt heavier than usual. I’d brought Genesis and Mia into this part of my life, and I knew it was time to come clean.

Grandma had always been good at making strangers feel like family. She hugged Genesis tight when we arrived, doting on Mia like she was her own grandchild. Watching them bond over dinner, laughing and trading stories, gave me a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in months.

Genesis seemed to relax more, too. She’d been tense the whole ride over, but now she was smiling, even teasing Grandma about how many cookies she was sneaking to Mia. I sat back, letting them take the conversation, but my mind was somewhere else.

I couldn’t keep holding onto this secret. Not with Genesis. She deserved the truth, and I needed to get it off my chest before it ate me alive.

After Grandma excused herself to get dessert, I leaned over to Genesis, keeping my voice low. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Her eyes flicked to mine, a little confused but patient. “What is it?”

I hesitated, the words heavy on my tongue. “It’s about why I agreed to this... arrangement.”

She frowned slightly, waiting for me to go on.

“It wasn’t just about helping Beni,” I admitted. “A few months ago, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.”

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