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Her arousal stains the front of my pants. I cup the underside of one high and lift her, slamming her body down. Her teeth bite into my fingers, not on purpose. Wetness slips down my wrist as she gags.

Gently, I tug my fingers free. She gasps, moaning as I drive my cock into her cunt. Again and again.

Wet, hot, tight.

It’s too much. My orgasm pours down my spine and I’m coming inside her before I can stop myself. She grinds back, pushing deep. I grip her hair and pull her against me, burying my face into the nape of her neck as I empty into her pussy.

We both go still. She moans, so desperate to have me. But she knows better than to ask for anything on free use night.

I’ll make her come when I’m ready.

“Good girl,” I praise, stroking her hair and kissing her spine. “Let’s get you into the bedroom.”

She lets me lift her off my cock. I guide her to her knees and shift to the edge of the seat. Obediently, her soft tongue darts out and she leans into my lap. Licking my cock clean of our cum with gentle strokes. Her brown eyes stay on me the entire time.

“Tongue out,” I say.

She puts it out and I grip my dick, wringing the last drop out onto it.

“Swallow, darling.”

She does, licking her lips. Her face is so pink it’s making her eyes glitter. Even after all this time, it still makes her burn up to be degraded. When I’m clean, she tucks me back into my pants and pulls up the zipper. Her gaze turns on me, wanting assurance.

“Come here,” I say.

She rises and I pull her near and kiss between her breasts. Taking my time so her body feels my closeness. So she feels used, but knows she’s still loved. Her fingers twine in my hair. One hand slides down my nape and rests on my brand.

“Go to the bedroom,” I murmur. “Hands and knees on the bed. I want to have a drink and watch the cum drip out of you.”

“Oh God,” she moans.

I turn her around and give her ass a quick spank to get her going. She walks into the bedroom, hips swinging. When I stand, my cock throbs under my zipper. I’m already hard again.

I refill my whiskey and go into the bedroom, shutting the door. She’s on the bed, facing the headboard. On her elbows and knees. Pussy and ass exposed.

Transfixed, I go to the edge of the bed. Her cunt is flushed. A little swollen from taking my cock. Distractedly, I have a sip of whiskey and take a step back, sinking into the chair facing the bed.

“Clench for me,” I order.

She does as she’s told. Her muscles twitch. Cum slips out of the entrance of my wife’s pussy, dripping off her clit and hitting the bed between her knees.

“Reach between your legs and spread yourself.” My voice is low.

She balances on one elbow. Her hand slides down her stomach and appears between her thighs. Her nails are oval, carefully trimmed and beautifully feminine. Two fingers stroke over her pussy, and gently press it apart.

Her velvety pink cunt spreads. My cum leaks out, like icing.

I did that. For some reason, she lets me do that.

My past was rough. When I met her, my body was rough, unrefined. She’s always been soft and sweet. Body warm like sunshine, beautiful like the lilies she loves so much. Despite me being all wrong for her, maybe not good enough to even touch her body, she let me put a ring on her finger and steal her away.

Now I have the prettiest, darling bride in my bed every night.

CHAPTER THREE

DIANE

“Touch your clit.”

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