Page 43 of If You Could Only Believe
My wife.
I honestly never thought I’d have one, at least, not this soon. I always figured I’d have to do the whole, best foot forward song and dance with a few women, before I found one who could handle my volatile moods.
I dropped Sophia’s ass on my desk and stepped in between her legs before she could protest or shut me out. I looked down at her, and her hair was a mess, her face flushed, and her clothes wrinkled from hanging upside down, but I still thought she looked beautiful.
When she brought her hands up to brush her hair out of her face, my eyes zeroed in on the diamond that now decorated her left ring finger. It was almost as stunning as the platinum diamond band that decorated mine.
I fucking loved having that piece of jewelry on my finger.
Sophia gave up on her hair and narrowed her eyes at me. “I cannot believe you did that, Michael,” she scolded. “You are not acting what is becoming of someone who is head of an entire conglomerate’s Human Resources department.”
“Well, shit’s about to get super unbecoming in a few minutes,” I warned her as I reached in between her spread legs to pull on her panties. “Because I’m going to fuck the ever lovin’ hell out of you on my desk and everyone who’s left in the building is going to know it.”
“Michael,” her voice a cross between scandalized and needy. “We can’t…you can’t…oh, God…”
I had her panties hooked to the side with my fingers already running up and down her sweet slit. I grabbed her jaw with my left hand and pushed her head back until she was looking into my eyes, as I worked two fingers from my right hand into her tight pussy. “We can’t what, baby?”
“This is so wron…ohhh,” she mumbled.
Sophia was doing her best to fight the good fight, but her body was not on her side. Whether she realized it or not, her legs opened wider, her body was warm, and her pussy was already dripping wet from just a few strokes of my fingers.
I tightened my grip on her jaw and I slammed my lips down on hers. Sophia had me constantly feeling intoxicated, but now that my brain knew she was my wife, it felt as if every emotion I’ve ever possessed was trying to fight its way out of my body.
I broke off the kiss, and her tiny whimper had my blood running hot as fuck, that I started to truly not give a fuck. I loomed over her, pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and grabbing the lapels of her delicate blouse, I ripped that fucker open until buttons were scattering all over the place and her bra encased tits were presented for my perverted pleasure.
My hands immediately went for her tits and I bent at my knees so I could stuff them in my mouth. I really, really,reallyloved my wife’s tits.
Sophia’s hands slid into my hair, and God bless the woman, she held me firm as I lowered the cups of her bra and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. “Oh, Michael…” I sucked, laved, bit, nip and just flat out devoured her perfectly heavy tit. It wasn’t enough though.
I needed inside her.
I released her tit and straightened to my full height. I started unbuckling my belt and told Sophia, “Hike that skirt up and take off those panties, baby. Show me that wet pussy that’s just waiting for my cock.” She immediately complied, and I almost shouted Hallelujah.
It’s amazing how far we’ve come from being virgins a couple of weeks ago. Now we were fucking in my office and Sophia was no longer shy about all the things she thought were wrong with her body.
Her body was fucking delicious.
I had my cock out and stroking it when I said, “Beg me to fuck you, Sophia.”
She stilled and then the most sensual aura came over her. She spread her legs farther, and I watched hypnotized, as she slid one of her hands over her tits and down her body until she was playing with her fucking clit.
Holy fuck.
If this is the freedom marriage gave her, I should have married her the night of that party.
I started stroking my dick faster. “Show me how filthy you can be, Sophia,” I encouraged. I mean, I was her husband now, right? And, as her husband, I’d never judge her.Ever.
Sophia smirked, and it was the first signs of alpha confidence I’ve ever seen her display. My heart felt like it was going to explode, I was so happy. It meant she believed me, finally.
She believed that I loved her wholeheartedly.
Just when I was pretty sure I was going to cum where I stood, Sophia jumped off my desk, stepped out of her panties, lifted her skirt up over her hips, turned around and bent over my desk. “How about I tell you, instead?” she teased.
Her words were kind of garbled because I couldn’t stop staring at her ass, all bent over and waiting for me, but I managed. My slacks and boxers were puddle around my ankles, but I stepped to her until my groin was rubbing up against that hot ass of hers. “What do you want, Sophia?”
Sophia lifted her ass and rubbed herself against me. She sounded breathless and beyond turned on. “I want you to…”
Nu uh.
