Page 28 of Stalking the Bride

He never wants me anywhere but by his side, but he also has to work protection jobs, which are sometimes high-risk. So he found a happy medium where he felt comfortable leaving me, Tom, and Jane, knowing that no harm would come to us. We have so many cameras, locks, motion sensors, and panes of bulletproof glass that this place is probably more secure than the White House. Which happens to be where Conrad is today.

He was recruited to lead a special unit comprised of the FBI and Secret Service to secure a rally for Jimmy Newhouse, a man who will most likely be our next president. I’m not really that into politics, but I could not be more proud of my husband. He’s an absolute force of nature, and he makes me feel like the luckiest woman on Earth.

I hear a timid knock on my door and quickly throw on my sweatpants and go over to it. I find Tom standing there, his brown hair all shaggy and messy, his eyes sleepy.

“Aw, what’s the matter, honey?” I ask, lifting him into my arms. “Can’t sleep?”

He shakes his head. “I had a bad dream.”

“Well, that’s no fun,” I say, holding him close as I carry him down the hall back to his room. “It was just a dream, though, sweetie. It wasn’t real.”

“I know.” I smile down at him as I set him back into bed and tuck him in. Tom looks just like his father, and Jane looks just like me. Two blessings who bring a golden light into every day of our lives.

I lie with him for a few minutes, stroking his hair and singing softly until he falls asleep. Then I tip-toe back down the hall, but just as I’m about to step through the threshold, I feel the hint of a presence behind me.

My heart leaps, but I have no chance to spin as a gloved hand clamps down firmly over my mouth and a strong arm clamps around me, pinning my arms to my sides. I try to scream, but my cries are muffled by the stiff leather as I’m dragged into the bedroom and the door closes behind us.

Panic grips me, but it is quickly replaced by arousal when the scent of my husband enters my lungs.

I’m thrown to the bed, pinned down by Conrad’s monstrous physique as he grinds his bulge between my legs. His eyes are fierce, spilling over with lust that enhances my boiling thirst that mirrors his desire. My heart is racing as he removes his hand from my mouth and captures it with his. Then he tears my shirt down the middle and begins to strip my clothes from my body.

Yes. This is what I live for.

Are the two of us normal? Nope.

But what is normal anyway?

Most people meet think we’re the perfect little family. And that’s how we appear from the outside. A happily married couple with two perfect children. It’s only me and Conrad that know the truth–the history of how we met, our animalistic desires, and our twisted bedroom habits where we fully express our passion for one another.

But we’re not hurting anybody. And no one else needs to know.

Just my husband and me. Happy as two little clams.

I feel the weight of Conrad’s muscled body pressing me down into the mattress as he slides my pants off and pulls my panties aside. He wastes no time thrusting into me, filling the vacancy he left behind this morning when he set out for work. My bodyquivers, and I automatically throw my arms around him, feeling the taut sinews of his broad shoulders.

“You didn’t fully close the downstairs door,” Conrad growls, driving his cock in and out of me with a force that shakes the bed. “Any man could have gotten in. Is that what you want, little girl?”

My lips twist with glee as we play out our sick little fantasy. “No, Daddy. Just you.”

“Just me?” He snatches a fistful of my hair and forces my head back to expose my neck. He drags his lips up the tender skin, halting at my lips. But denies me the kiss I so desperately desire. “With so many men out there who want your hot little body? You only want me?”

“Yes,” I pant, shaking with delight. In a blur, he has my wrists in his hand and pinned over my head. My eyes go wide with shock and stare up at his.

“What did you say!?” he growls. “You only want me…?”

“I only want you, Daddy!”

“That’s right, angel,” he breathes, reaching down between my legs, pressing on my swollen pleasure button and sending a shot of heat up my spine. I’m tingling all over now. “You wantonly me. Because I’m the only one who truly knows you. Who can give you what you want. Who can make you feel safe, wanted, special.” The pressure in my center is rising. I buck my hips back against him as he ruts deeper, harder, burying his inches inside me. “That’s why you tease me on the cameras when I’m gone, making my cock hard while I’m trying to work. That’s why your tight little cunt never wants to let go of my cock. And why you’re about to come all over it.”

He’s right. Only I’m not about to–Iam.

My back arches off the bed, and my mouth falls open as my orgasm wracks me. My pulse pounds through me as I take his vicious pounding. And then I feel him go off, his seed sprayinginside me with such aggressive warmth. So hot and sticky, coating my walls and dripping out of me and down my ass and onto the bed.

I’m shaking. My world is blurred and somewhere just out of reach, hidden beyond the immense pleasure overtaking me. I want to scream so badly, but I also don’t want to wake our babies. As if reading my mind, my husband covers my face with a pillow, allowing me to moan my lungs out while he pounds me until his balls are empty. He sinks down onto me, and I lift the pillow, gasping deep, happy breaths as I take him in my arms.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whimper.

“Don’t ever thank me for that, angel. You know I love you beyond what words can say. That I want you so bad it’s painful. If I could be inside you every second of every day, I would.”

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