Page 72 of Wanted

Why does this excite me so much?

I make a little noise that sounds more like a gasp, it definitely wasn’t a protest. He laughs again as he pulls my skirt and my plain white cotton panties down to my ankles.

Which reminds me, I should also buy some lingerie that’s more exciting, more delicate. More feminine and sexy.

For me. For both of us.

A hand slides down my back, gently leaning me forward until my cheek touches the cold granite of the counter.

Another gasp.

“Another day I’d put your underwear in your mouth,” he murmurs. “Today I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come again and again.”

In fact, I say his name, panting, he masterfully touches me making me feel good. His fingers are between my folds playing.

“Only I can give you what you want, can’t I?” He speaks low in my ear, his chest pressed to my back. “You want to come right now, here in the kitchen like the good wife you are, right?”

I close my eyes, conjuring up the images he has put into my mind. The two of us in the kitchen playing with the fire that burns between us. Two fingers enter me and my head is spinning.

“I…”

“Shh…” I’m hot and wet, so his fingers move inside me easily. He knows what he’s doing, he knows what my body wants. “This is the best way to welcome your husband after a day at the office, don’t you think? Now give me what I want and come all over my fingers, love.”

That dirty mouth of his does things to me. I open my eyes to look at him over my shoulder and our eyes meet. His dark eyes are almost black, darkened by lust, but there is more to them than this physical attraction that makes us gravitate around each other.

Is it love? Now, I really think it is.

“I want to hear you, Hvezda. Scream like you do when you have me deep inside you and your body…”

I can’t help it, I do what he tells me as a reflex. It’s fortunate that the counter and his hands hold me up, because I very much doubt that my legs can do it. “Such a good little wife.”

In the middle of my cloud of happiness I hear the sound of a package tearing, thank God he’s taking care of me.

“Now I want to feel you,” he growls and wonders if I can deny him anything. But since he asks… “You have me so hard.”

“Yes…” I mumble. “Let me feel you, Lionel.”

“My wife never has to beg me for anything, least of all my dick.”

With a push he enters me. My hips hit the granite and I embrace the pain, the sensations adding and growing. Making me feel alive.

His swollen, hot cock moves over and over, making us both gasp. “Fuck yeah,” he murmurs through clenched teeth and a tight jaw. Without taking our eyes off each other, I squeeze my muscles and another growl comes from his chest. He continues to fuck me hard and fast, his body dominating mine in a way that I never thought possible, my hands on my back look for the fabric of his shirt when he gets up to continue pushing until the explosion hits us with the force of an atomic bomb. Lionel releases my hands, before dropping down on me, the two of us trying to catch our breaths, his face next to mine, our hands clasped on either side of my head.

“That was intense,” he says, still panting.

“That was wonderful,” I murmur when I can finally breathe normally again.

“I can’t believe we did it, here in the kitchen.”

“This is our house.” With his nose, Lionel touches the delicate skin behind my ear. “It’s time for us to christen all the rooms in it.”

That makes me laugh.

“My office is next on the list,” he continues speaking. “I can already imagine your legs spread open on my desk or riding me while I’m in my chair. Or, better yet, on your knees while I fuck your mouth.”

Who have I become? Lionel is still inside me and I’m already looking forward to it again.

What is he doing to me?

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