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My movements froze, and I watched my wife as she stretched lazily on our bed. “Do you want me?”
“So much, Byron.” Her knees lifted, her dress falling to her waist and she shimmied her panties down her thighs, giving me a glimpse of her arousal. Her fingers brushed over her pussy and I was lost. Her scent. Her moans. I was in heaven. “I’ll always wantyou.” I closed my eyes for a brief second, grunting as relief washed over me. She could say it a million times and I’d still never tire of hearing her say that she wanted me. Loved me. “Now, please, husband. Come and fuck me.”
I undid my trousers and settled myself between her spread legs. She was so fucking wet, it dripped between her thighs and onto our bedding. So damn erotic.
“You want me to fuck that tight cunt of yours until you scream, Madeline?”
“God, yes.”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Then I plunged inside her with ruthlessness and possession.
“Ohhhh… Yes, Byron…” She moaned as I fucked her, her body bucking off the bed. I thrust inside her with intensity that should worry me. I was too rough, too demanding, but I couldn’t slow down.
“Harder, Byron,” she gasped, and the last thread of my control snapped.
“Say you’re mine,” I grunted, my movements harder, wilder.
“I’m… yours… Only yours, Byron.”
I started thrusting into her, faster and faster until the only sounds were my grunts mixed with her moans. Our ragged breaths. Flesh slapping against flesh. I was so rough I thought she’d beg me to stop. I feared I’d break her. She never asked me to ease up, though. In fact, her moans and pants begged for more.
My hand came around her throat and I gripped it, slamming into her. She felt like heaven. Every. Single. Time.
She shattered underneath me, her pleasure-glazed eyes and sighs urging me to pick up my tempo. To fuck her faster, harder, and deeper until I came apart, a powerful orgasm rippling through me.
I fell on top of her, and her life-saving hands clutched my shoulders.
Once our breathing slowed, I sought out my wife’s eyes.
“Not too rough?” I pushed her damp hair from her forehead, then brushed my lips over hers.
“Never,” she murmured. “Don’t worry, husband. I’m not one to put up with abuse in the bedroom.”
A choked laugh escaped me as I kissed her forehead. I put my forehead to hers with a satisfied sigh, feeling more relaxed than I had in years.
“Then get ready for another round. We haven’t even gotten started.”
Chapter54
Byron
The iron gates slid open, and I drove through.
The long driveway lined with weeping willows—my mother’s favorite—stretched in front of me. My father’s house—mine, really, since I paid for it—stood tall behind the trees.
I hadn’t wanted to drag my wife and son here for this shit show, so I came alone. Besides, I promised my wife she’d never have to see my father again. So I’d settle this unpleasant affair myself, then I planned on meeting with Kristoff and Alessio to close out the deal on the purchase of Odette’s hospital.
Despite the unpleasant task ahead of me, I grinned. I couldn’t fucking wait to give the news to my wife. It would signal the official beginning of the rest of our lives.
I found my father in his office, smoking a cigar while having his dick sucked. Grunts. Fake moans. Balls slapping against a chin.
Jesus fucking Christ.
This was not an image I ever wanted to see. I was officially mentally scarred for life.
“Byron.” The woman on her knees stiffened, preparing to stop, but Senator Ashford’s hand landed on her back and kept her in place. “To what do I owe this surprise?”
I shook my head. “I’ll wait for you in the den. Depending on how many little blue pills you took this morning, this could take a while.”
