Page 131 of The Ruthless and the Strong

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.”

“Max!” She closed her eyes and moved faster. It was getting harder and harder to hold it in, especially when she looked like this. Especially when she looked like she was enjoying using my body for her pleasure.

I would gladly let her use me however she wanted, but it wasn’t what she wanted.

She wanted me to take control. To take her rough and fast, hurting her just a little, until she begged for me to let her come.

I grabbed her hips, then I flipped us around so she was lying flat on her back. I pulled off her panties and took in my beautiful wife, revering her naked body like the undeserving sinner that I was, and still, I would never let her go.

Not in this lifetime, and I would follow her into the next one, too.

I grabbed one leg and extended it up, placing it on my shoulder, until she was exposed to my explorations. My fingers moved to her wet folds, playing with her there. She arched up to my touch, her legs shaking a bit when I entered two fingers inside of her.

“Fuck, Max. Fuck me, now.”

I shook my head. “How can I ever say no to you?” I mused. Elizabeth Kade was a dangerous woman. I would let her burn down the world to her satisfaction if that was what it took.

I pulled out of her and quickly stripped off my pajama pants, grabbing my hard dick and running my hand up and down the length. I squeezed the tip to keep from embarrassing myself and looked back at her.

“Spread your legs wide, baby.”

She groaned and did as I asked, spreading her legs wide, showing her delectable, small, glistening pussy. My mouth watered at the sight and I moved forward, spreading her folded lips out.

She grabbed onto the headboard above her head, thrusting her tits near me, and I moved up her body, stopping to explore in all of my favorite places, from her mound to her clit then her navel, circling around it before I moved up to her breast, going from one to the other. Goosebumps broke out across her skin, and I smiled, looking up and meeting her eyes when I sucked on her nipple.

She rubbed her legs against my body, trying to find friction, and I’d just about had it. I didn’t want to keep teasing her. My control was hanging by a mere thread.

I needed her.

I grabbed my cock and directed it toward her entrance, and I kept my eyes on her as I moved inch by tortuous inch.

Her eyes rolled back from the sensation as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I moved then, slowly and gently at first, until she moved her hand down between my back, her nails raking the skin there, probably drawing blood—her way of telling me to go faster. So I did.

I moved faster and harder against her until I could hear the sound of our skin slapping against one another; the thump, thump, thump of the baseboard when it hit the wall; and the sound of her whimper, pleading with me to keep going.

Like that. Just like that.

Fuck.

We came at the same time.

I muffled her screams with my kiss. She whimpered, then opened her lips for me, letting memove my tongue inside and deepen the kiss, hoping it would suffice to show her just how fucking badly I loved her.

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Today was my forth-fifth birthday.

And I was happy.

Happy with the way my life was going, happy with my wife by my side, and happy with all the children running around in my backyard, along with the three grown men with them.

I flipped the meat on the grill just as Mason fell to the ground, trying to catch the football. It didn’t take long for three little kids to run to him, trying to attack the ball.

“Foul!” Hunter yelled, trying to wrestle the ball out of his arms. Emma nodded, always agreeing with Hunter. I had a feeling he could tell her the sky was green and she would believe him.

“That was foul, Daddy.”

Mason scoffed. “Was not. Hunter’s been playing so much hockey, he’s forgetting about the rules of flag football.”

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