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What more can a man ask for?

I pull Grace’s bra out of my way, and my hands find her breasts. I groan from how perfect they feel while I get lost in the taste of her addictive mouth.

Our movements gradually grow more urgent, and when I can’t wait a second longer, I push her off me. She quickly stands up and shimmies out of her jeans and panties.

I shove my sweatpants and boxers down, and Grace takes over, dragging them off.

I reach for her hips as she climbs back on top of me, and when I have her straddled over my cock, I position myself at her soaked entrance.

She pushes down on me when I thrust up, and we both groan as her pussy takes all of me.

“Christ, yes.” I keep a firm grip on her hips and pull her down every time I thrust up.

Her hands slap down on my shoulders, and her breasts bounce, the sight fucking hot.

For a man who felt like he was dying an hour ago, energy pulses through my body as I fuck my wife.

She’s all I needed to recharge. No amount of sleep can do for me what she can.

“Jebat,” I curse as I increase my pace, my hips pumping as if my fucking life depended on it. “I need you to come.”

“So close,” she moans as she moves up and down, riding the fuck out of me.

Unable to stop my orgasm, it tears through me with a force that can rival the blast that almost killed me.

The moment I come, Grace’s body tenses and she lets out a cry as her own pleasure hits.

She loses all her strength and slumps down on my chest, her breaths rushing over my neck.

Ecstasy courses through my veins, and I thrust into her a few more times before I still beneath her.

“So much,” I suck in a desperate breath, “better. You’re the instant cure for any illness or injury.”

She lets out a chuckle as she pushes herself up, and when she climbs off, I see my release coating the inside of her thighs.

“That sight never gets old,” I groan.

“What? Me naked?” Grace asks as she grabs our clothes.

When she walks to the stairs, I say, “My cum, dripping from your pussy.”

“Jesus, Dominik,” she chuckles.

When she goes up the stairs, I call out, “Where are you going with my clothes.”

“You won’t need them for the rest of the night. Get your ass up here so I can cure you some more.”

I’m up in a flash, and ignoring the pain in my side, I take the stairs two at a time to get to my wife.

Chapter 27

GRACE

Dressed in leggings and a sports bra, I head down to the gym.

When I walk inside, Dominik is busy pushing weights, the sight hot as hell.

While I wait for him to finish with the set, I get on the treadmill and start to jog so I can warm up my muscles.

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