Page 185 of Fall into Savagery

I laughed. “It hasn’t been that long.”

We’d just celebrated our fifth anniversary.

We had a whole lifetime to look forward to, but it still wasn’t enough.

“If you guys spent more time at home and not out there trying to rule the world, it wouldn’t feel so long,” she said in a pout.

“Are you feeling neglected, princess?” I asked. I could feel my eyes glinting, remembering what happened the last time she complained about feeling neglected. We performed a train on her, and fuck, that was one of the hottest memories I had of us, and I would surely take that with me when I’m old and gray and no longer had the energy to do much else, let alone fuck about.

If I got to live that long, that was.

We all knew our time could be cut short at any moment.

So we tried to make every time spent with her worth it.

“No, I’m not, you big pervert,” she said primly.

“Pervert, huh? So, you’re telling me you’re not wet from remembering what we did to you?” I asked.

She didn’t answer me, but the flush on her cheeks told me I guessed right. How could she still blush like this after all these years?

I didn’t know, but I thanked my lucky stars for giving me such an innocent wife.

I leaned down and ran the tip of my nose against the soft skin on her cheek. “If I reach down and feel your greedy little cunt, what would I find, princess?”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” I asked. I might just jump into the East River to cool off if she fucking said no to me.

Please don’t let her say no to me.

“I have finals tomorrow.”

I kissed her. “I love it when you sound like this. So serious and responsible and studious.”

My little scholar was in her second year of law school, and I couldn’t be more fucking proud.

“How about I promise not to fuck you all the way? Just the tip, sweetheart. Just let me put that in. I promise to make you feel good.”

She looked at me, frowned, before she burst free in tiny giggles. “Are you serious? I don’t think you’ve ever done anything half-ass.”

I laughed too, and when she wasn’t paying attention, I tugged her shorts down, along with her panties.

She stopped moving then and watched as I cupped her pussy. Mikhail had waxed her three days before, and I was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her soft, bare skin.

“I think I’m going to have some fun with you. Want to see how many slaps on your pussy it would take until you come?”

She swallowed.

I grinned. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

She did as I asked, and I slapped my hand down on her weeping cunt.

She let out a small whimper, begging for more.

I held up a finger. “That’s one.”

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