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She’s so wet her thighs glisten. Her arousal slides down to her ass, and I finger her hole with one hand while I tease her nipples with the other. I bite down on her clit and she so very beautifully falls apart for me. Her screams echo through the sparsely furnished house.

Before she has the chance to come all the way down, I thrust my cock into her dripping, spasming cunt, once, twice, three times.

Then I climb onto the island, cage her body between my thighs, but keep my full weight off of her. Gathering her gorgeous tits in my hands, I press them together, gliding my thick cock between them.

I groan. “Fuck. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck your tits. You’re so damn perfect.”

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she opens her mouth wide, an invitation.Fuck me. I love this woman. I fuck her pretty breasts and plunge the head of my dick into her mouth. She sucks on me like I’m her favorite flavored hard candy, driving me wild with lust, with my need for her. I hit the back of her throat, and groan.

Fucking ecstasy.

“That’s my good girl. You’re taking my cock so well in your greedy little mouth.Yes.”

My first spurt of cum lands in her mouth. I pull out, finishing all over her perfect tits, painting them white. The sight of her covered in my cum has me so turned on that I spread her thighs and bury my still hard cock in her hot pussy.

With my index finger, I write a single word across her tits with my cum.Mine.

I fuck her like a man possessed. No matter how much time we have together, it won’t be enough to get my fill. Ever.

She screams my name as she shatters around my dick, her pussy trying to milk me dry. I grit my teeth to hold back my own release. My palms roam her body, toying with her peaked nipples and her swollen clit. She’s so fucking beautiful. My wife.

Adjusting my angle, the crown of my cock rubs over her g-spot and she comes for me a third time. I follow her over the edge and into oblivion.

When I’m finished, I slide from her pulsing cunt and watch my release leak down her ass and thighs. She’s covered in drying cum, her cheeks and chest flushed. The most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen is right before me.

“Are you ready for the next room, magpie?”

“Oh dear god,” she groans. “I may have been overly enthusiastic, or optimistic, I’m not sure which.”

“We can do this, baby girl, we have all weekend.” I scoop her into my arms, carrying her into our fully furnished bedroom, then into the en suite. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I wash her in the shower, making sure to clean every inch of her delicate skin. By the time we’re finished, I’m hard again, my cock straining toward her. She fists me, but I don’t let her get far before carrying her to the bed.

Gin lies back, dropping her knees to show me her pink pussy. Desire courses through me, but this time it’s tempered with something else—emotion.

I climb on top of her, easing my length into her until we both moan. Sweeping her hair from her face, I cup her cheeks and softly kiss her lips. My hips rock, slowly, deliberately. Our tongues glide against each other. My heart swells and I realize that I’m no longer fucking my wife, I’m making love to her.

Our gazes lock, her hips meet mine for each thrust. We rock together, every nerve-ending alive with desire and love, until we come at the same time.

“I love you.” I nip at the soft skin of her shoulder.

“I love you more.”

I scoff. “Not in a million years. And I’ll prove that to you each and every day.”

CHAPTER 50

Ginevra

That’s the last box, all packed up. I glance around the guest room that housed my childhood things. Finally, the time feels right to pack them away and put them in storage. I haven’t visited them in months.

The painting crew will be in here next week, then I’m turning this room into my own personal space. Meditation has been part of my therapy, so I’m dedicating this space to rest, relaxation, and mindfulness. I can’t wait to decorate and furnish it eventually.

Switching off the light, I head downstairs to the living room and flip through the open tabs on my laptop. A sound up the hall catches my attention.

Lexa huffs as she comes out of Blake’s home office. We’re back in New York for a while, through the holiday months, then January second we’ll be flying to Italy and spending the rest of the winter months at our new home. By spring we’ll be back here.

“That man is impossible,” she complains with a sigh. “I don’t know how you live with him.”

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