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Sliding my hands along the waistband of his pants, I tuck my hands up under his bulletproof vest and search for skin. He hikes me up onto his hips, carrying me into the bedroom. He lays me down softly, before standing in front of me. I reach up to try and touch him again, but he shimmies out of my grasp.

“You know I have to take off my gear first,” he gives me a smirk. It’s one where he knows how fucking hot he is, and how he’s going to ruin me for any other man.

“Please do,” I reach my hand down in between my thighs. “I’m gonna get started without you.”

“Go ahead baby, your fingers are a sad substitute for this,” he cups his dick in the palm of his hand.

“So you say,” I give him a hooded gaze, and slip my fingers into the slippery moisture trying to take care of the ache.

“I do say,” he continues taking his clothes off.

When he’s down to his pants, he leans down, capturing my nipple in his teeth. Doesn’t matter it’s between my bra and shirt, I can still fill the pull between my legs, and I’m ready to give myself over to this man who can make me burn and beg for anything and everything.

He has a seat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and slaps his thighs for me to come over.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Menace

There aren't many things I've ever wanted in my life. At the top of that list, right now is to have my wife underneath me. To help me get rid of the stress these last few months have caused. Luckily for me, the woman straddling me right now, will be more than willing for me to bury myself into her wet heat. Grasping her around the thighs, I stand, grunting slightly. Releasing her breast, I give her a slow smile. "You ready to take all this frustration?"

She giggles, deep in her throat. "I am willing to do whatever it takes for you to feel like you’ve closed the door on all the long nights, doubts, and frustration. I’m ready for whatever you want to give me.”

Releasing her thighs, I let her stand on her feet. "Turn around," I make a half-circle with my finger in the air. Once she faces away from me, her back to my front, I grasp her around the hips. "Have I ever told you my favorite part of your body?" I speak low and slow in her ear. "It’s this ass," grab hold of the flesh, squeezing it before slapping it just to watch it bounce.

She nods, dropping slowly down to her knees in front of me. Before I can say anything, my girl pitches forward, catching herself on the palms of her hands. Looking over her shoulder, she gives me a wink. "I believe this is what you were getting at?"

My eyes rake over her bare back, the strong muscles in her shoulders that taper down to two dimples right above her ass. That ass is one of my favorite parts of her. "It's exactly what I was getting at."

As I watch her shake her ass in front of me, I go to work on my belt, jerking it out of the loops, pulling open the buttons. In the quietness of the room, the tines are loud as I unzip, but all it succeeds in doing, is turning me on more. Pushing my pants and boxer briefs down, I kick them out of the way before I reach down, cupping my hard on with the palm of my hand. Dropping to my knees behind Rina, I run my hand up and down her back. First up to her shoulders, massaging the tense muscles, before slowly bringing them down to the flesh of her ass, again. Grabbing a handful, I growl deep in my throat.

"Like what you see?" She gives me a saucy grin.

"Fucking love what I see," I take two fingers, rubbing them against the juncture of her thighs. "So wet, so hot," I bring my fingers up to my mouth, twirling my tongue around them before going back to where I was before, working two fingers into her folds.

"Ohhhh Mason," her words are spoken on a sigh as she opens her thighs wider, allowing me room to work. "Feels so good," she moans, as I work my fingers in and out, rubbing against her clit.

"You been wet like this all afternoon?"

She nods, biting her lip as her head falls down between her shoulders, when I rub my thumb harder against her nub. "Ever since I heard you were the one who saved Taylor, I’ve been wet," she looks back at me, her eyes hooded. "All I’ve been able to think about is blowing you."

"All I can think about is coming against your tits," I admit as I adjust my stance, and slide myself home.

We groan, louder than we mean to, but I know I can't hold back and I have a feeling she can't either. Sinking down into me, her ass touches my groin as we start rocking against one another.

"Mason, don't hold back," she moans as I begin to thrust in, pull out. "Grab my hair, thrust hard, show me the man you are behind the badge, underneath the vest, outside of the polite guy who helps people all the time."

My wife, she knows me better than anyone else, knows exactly what gets to me. "You want me to ride you hard, fuck you here in front of God, and anyone who might be lookin'? The side window ain't closed," I glance over, seeing that we forgot to shut it. She likes to be naughty, but she only likes it with me, and I can feel her juices wetter against me when I bring to her attention we're giving anyone a goddamn show.

"Take me, Mason. Take me the only way you can."

Reaching up, I grab hold of her hair, pulling tightly against the dark locks, gripping her hip tightly as I ride her hard. We're slipping against one another, my knees are burning against the carpet and I know hers are too, we're grunting and straining against one another.

"Fuck Mason," she buries her head in the floor, moaning against the carpet.

Reaching around, I shove my finger against her clit and that's when I feel her tighten around me. "Yes, give it to me," I throw my head back as I feel my body tighten and blow my load deep, so fucking deep. I pitch forward, resting my weight against her back because I can't hold myself up anymore.

"Love you, Rina" I whisper against her ear.

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