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Gwen throws her head back. A long moan escapes from her mouth. Her pussy clenches me tightly. Choking me. Her pussy is raining. She is coming just from my cock. I explode. My cum coats the inside of her pussy. I thrust until I spill my last drop. Her pussy keeps milking my cock. Fuck! She is ruining me!

“That was fantastic baby!” I exclaim as I wrap my arms around her.

I feel myself softening inside of her. I hold her. I kiss her forehead. We are both hot and sticky. She pulls her legs down from around my waist. She throws her arms around me. She clings to me.

I pull out of her. I look down. My cock, her thighs and pussy are covered with cum and blood. So hot! I want to fuck her again.

I have never felt more complete. I didn’t know fucking could feel this way. Her pussy really responds to my cock.Will I ever want another woman?I am confused. I don’t understand.What the fuck is going on with me?

Gwen

Bobby holds my face in his hands. His eyes are filled with so much passion and possession. I am his now. He has claimed me – body, heart, and soul.

“Gwen, your pussy was made for my cock. You belong to me now. If another man ever touches you, I will kill him!”

His words should scare me. They do not. We belong together.

I am so sore. I don’t want to move. I am exhausted. I can barely keep my eyes open.

This orgasm was more intense than my first one. I did not want it to end. Bobby’s manhood spasmed when he released inside of me. I felt his hot semen coat my cervix.

“Baby, you are a mess. I will get a washcloth and clean you up.” Bobby tells me as he goes into his bathroom.

I am afraid to look at myself. I feel so much wetness. The bedding underneath me feels damp and sticky. The smell of sex lingers in the air.

Bobby

I gently clean my beautiful wife’s pussy. We climb underneath the covers. She crawls on top of me. Lies face down on my chest. Naked and warm. She fits perfectly. I draw circles on her bare back with my fingertips. We begin to drift off. I feel euphoric. Happy. Calm. No anxiety. No fear.

“Bobby, will you cheat on me?” She asks in a soft whisper.

“No. Go to sleep baby.” I say automatically.Am I lying?No. I think I am telling the truth.

I feel her soft breaths on my chest. She has fallen asleep. I close my eyes.

6:00 a.m.

My sleeping wife is curled up next to me, one long leg is draped over my thigh. She is still naked. Gwen has a body built for sex. I can barely resist her after last night. I know she is sore. Her pussy needs to heal before I fuck her again. I kiss her on the forehead before I untangle myself from her.

Gwen is afraid that I will lose interest in her after last night. I was hoping I would. But now, to be honest, I have feelings for her. My cock is crazy about her. And so am I. I don’t want anyone else’s pussy.

Time to work. I sit up and grab my phone from the nightstand. I text Dominick D’Amato and tell him to meet me in my office in an hour. I text my bodyguards and driver and tell them to be ready in 30 minutes. I shower, shave, and get dressed.

I leave the penthouse. I don’t want to leave Gwen especially after last night, but I need to talk with Dominick.

Chapter Ten

“Rouse him, and learn the principle of his activity or inactivity. Force him to reveal himself, so as to find out his vulnerable spots.”

? Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Bobby

The Summer morning view of downtown Chicago from the floor to ceiling windows in my corner office is spectacular. Dominick is already sitting in one of the chairs opposite my desk when I enter in my office. He looks like shit. Hungover. Disheveled. My secretary has already put a cup of hot coffee on my desk. I sit down behind my desk.

“Good morning, Dom! Rough night?”

I smile. I never smile at Dominick. I don’t think I have ever even said ‘good morning’ to him. I unbutton my Armani suitcoat. I straighten my silk tie. I sip my coffee. Perfect.

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