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Then he slammed his hips forward, sinking half the length of his spasming cock inside my ass. Ono roared my name as he spurted inside me, sending a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through me, and nothing had ever felt better.

“Fuck. Mine. Michelle!”

I came again, whether from the sight of him coming undone, or from the vibrations of his still pulsating cock inside my body, I did not know.

But I came harder and longer than ever before.

Just like his perfect little slut.

Chapter 26-Ono

For the first time in recent memory, I woke up smiling.

The warm body beside me was snuggled into my side.

Pressing my nose to the place where her neck and shoulder met, I breathed in my wife’s sweet shea butter scent and hummed deep in my throat.

So soft and warm.

So sweet.

Her plump lips parted and a small sound, something between a moan and sigh, escaped and a feeling of pure possession rolled through me. Followed quickly by complete and utter adoration.

I was so fucked in the head for this woman.

How could I not be with her lying beside me, trusting me to keep her satisfied and safe?

It was a duty, a task I was honored to have.

Keeping Michelle was my new priority. And I meant keeping her safe, happy, warm, and with me.

That was the most important thing. I wanted her with me. Always.

If I could shrink her and put her in my pocket, carry her around all day, I would.

How messed up was that?

She smiled in her sleep, her expression so serene I couldn’t look away if I tried. So, I didn’t bother.

Curiosity burned, and I wanted to shake her awake to ask what had made her smile so sweetly.

But I wasn’t a monster. Waking her up to satisfy my need to know everything about her was not okay.

Instead, I leaned forward and kissed that sleepy little smile on her face just to see if I could taste it.

How had I ever existed without her?

My phone buzzed, interrupting my reverie, and I growled as I rolled to the side, shutting off the sound.

I hated leaving my sleeping wife alone in our bed, but I had no choice.

Business needed seeing to, and I had a duty to those who worked for me. The ones who left the family business to join in my new endeavors.

They chose wisely, backing me in my decision to cut ties with all the low lives.

I didn’t like to wallow in filth. I chose a different road, using the education I’d earned in college and on the streets to rise from hood to mogul.

Was it an easy path?

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