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I wasn’t going to let her get shy on me now. “What, Sophia? Tell me what you want from me, baby? Tell me how you want to be fucked by your husband for the first time?”
She whimpered and dropped her head against the desk, and I knew it was the husband bit that did it. “I want you to…I want you to get your dick nice and wet, so…so…oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m asking this,” she muttered.
And that’s when I couldn’t hide my smile. I knew exactly what she wanted, and it made my entire body weep with joy.
The first time we had done this, it hadn’t been pleasant. Sophia had been so tight and there had been so much preparation for it, it had taken out a lot of hot lust out of the act. The second time was better. The third time, even better.
And, right now, knowing she actuallylikedit and wasn’t just doing it to please me?
Well. Fuck. Me.
I cover her back until my lips were at her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, Sophia?” I whispered darkly. “Do you want me to fuck that nice, tight pussy of yours until you cum and then stuff your ass full of my cock?”
And my always honest wife answered, “Oh, God, yes, Michael.Please…”
I grabbed her ass, spread it wide and slammed my cock into her wet channel.“Fuck!”I hissed. I was never going to get tired of feeling her wrapped around me. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
“Fuck me hard, Michael,” she begged. “Please do it hard. I don’t care anymore.”
Music to my fucking ears.
I dug my fingers into her hips and started slamming my cock into her cunt as deep as it could go. Everything on my desk began to rattle and fall to the floor, but I gave two fucks about anything in the room other than my wife.
I fucked her long, hard and deep until she screamed my name and came all over me. I fucked her through her spasms, and I didn’t stop until she was mewling. Once the tremors subsided, and she was limp from her high, I pulled my dick out, and working her white cream all over it, I made sure it was slick from head to base before working the head into her tight ass.
She tensed but then immediately began to relax and push back into me. I would never have guessed when I first laid eyes on this sweet, shy, awkward beauty that she was going to let me do dirty things to her.
We worked together in a synchronized dance until my cock was finally lodged balls deep in her ass. I ran my hand down her back and asked, “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she answered, breathlessly. “I just need you to move, Michael. Please, move.”
And, so, I did.
I fucked into her like we’d been doing this for years.
I fucked into her until the night took over and the cleaning crew came knocking on the office door.
Chapter 25
Sophia~
I was married, and there was no getting out of it now, but it was still a little…surreal having my apartment full of Buchanans just packing up my apartment like they were normal people. I had always pictured them all as too refined to be doing any manual labor.
And I said as much. “You know, you guys didn’t have to give up your Sunday to come help me pack,” I announced-again-to whoever was around to hear, which, right now, was Aiden, Shane, Denise and Justice. Mason, Gabriel and Michael had made a trip to the moving van with whatever boxes they had been carrying.
“Nonsense,” Shane chastised. “Besides, we’re doing this for ourselves just as much as we’re doing it for you. The sooner we get you to Michael’s, praised be Jesus, the sooner that man can relax.”
“Amen,” Aiden added.
I was about to defend my husband’s insanity when a gasp took over the room. We all turned to the source of the drama, and lo-and-behold, there stood my mother and my sister in my opened doorway. And, as always, my father was still missing from the picture.
I stopped packing my box and walked over to where they were, now, standing inside my living room. “Mother,” I greeted. “Phoebe.”
And as always, my mother jumped to the immediate conclusion that I was somehow a failure and not to what was really going on around her. “Seriously, Sophia,” she barked. “Are you telling me that with what you earn at Buchanan Industries, you can’t even afford to pay your rent? Have you been evicted? What am I to do with you? Why do you insist on embarrassing our good name?”
I wanted to throw a lamp at her.
I didn’t.
