Page 65 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

I’d been quiet throughout this mess between the mother and daughter. I knew that I needed to intervene and get the two talking. But now, I needed to focus on the matter at hand, losing myself inside my lovely wife.

She snaked a leg around mine and pulled me closer, the ridge of my cock slamming against her tightness.

“Fuck me,” she breathed against my lips.

I hooked her legs around my waist and carried her into the living room. She slid down my body to land on her feet. I fell back on the sectional and reclined with my feet shoulder width apart. I pulled down my workout shorts. Spreading my legs, I grabbed the base with one hand and stroked from the root to the tip. A rivulet of pre-cum oozed from the head and dripped down the shaft, and I gathered the fluid in my hand to use it for lubrication.

“This is what you do to me,” I said as a low moan rattled from my throat.

She swallowed and stared at me stroking myself, completely mesmerized. She stood before me in white cotton panties with the small strip of lace trim. The panties were like my wife, demure and delicate.

At the start of our relationship, she was almost apologetic that she didn’t have designer lingerie made of silk or satin. Like most women, Kandace believed men liked their partners to wear European lingerie. That was an incorrect assumption. Nothing made my dick harder than when my wife wore nothing but a pair of pink plaid knee socks or a pair of white cotton bikinis. I enjoyed her realness. Her personality was neither faked nor forced. No thongs, boy shorts, or crotchless panties could compete with my wife’s demure panties.

She slowly pulled down the tiny patch of fabric, revealing her beautiful brown skin and the glistening slit of her perfect cunt. She straddled my hips, positioning her pussy over my towering cock. She held onto my shoulders and lowered herself down my length. Her eyes closed tightly in delicious pain as she ground down on me.

We both exhaled gratefully once she buried all eight inches of me deep inside her warmth. I relished the tight stretch of her cunt around my thick dick. She felt like heaven.

She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Thank you for caring for me.” She ran her fingers through my hair, her warm breath misting my lips.

I rested my hands on her waist, and she began a slow hip roll. She enjoyed every slide back and forth, using me as she needed. Her eyelids fluttered as she varied the rhythm, adjusting the angles until she found that sweet spot. With her pretty, perfect tits pressed against me, she continued to target that spot, and her quick breaths became full-blown pants. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not coming too quickly.

“That’s it. Take this. It’s all yours,” I added for emphasis. “And nobody else’s.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have said that. I trust you.”

I didn’t respond other than to thrust nice and deep, showing no mercy. I bit my lip and continued the smooth thrusts as she held on for the ride.

“Don’t stop. I’m close,” she cried out.

She tightened around me and spasmed until she shook into orgasm. Pulling her to my chest, I stroked her back and whispered promises of love and fidelity. She nodded and brushed away tears, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. We stood still and just held each other. My still-hard cock pulsated, reminding us that something still connected us, and that I hadn’t achieved my release.

She groaned and shuddered against my erection, slowly arching into me.

“Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

I reached down between her legs to thumb her swollen clit and resumed the slow, deep thrusts. Her slick channel clenched around me, pulling me in deeper and deeper. She uttered quiet chants, demanding me to fuck her harder, stronger, and faster. As her loving husband, it was my duty to oblige her every request.

I needed to come. God, I wanted to spill my cum deep inside of her. My dick grew and swelled as I fell into her moans and cries.

She trembled as she chased her climax. With her head falling back and her eyes rolling to the top of her head, we chased each other toward our orgasms.

Something about this time felt different. I pulled away from my wife, convinced our love was invincible. Nothing would ever separate us.

Kandace

After three and a half months of living with Chadwick, I’d grown used to constant noise. He’d always filled the loft with sounds from the home theater or music blaring through the wireless speakers. If he wasn’t watching television or listening to music, he was engaged in noisy workouts or loud telephone conversations with general contractors and tradesmen.

While I loved the liveliness in the loft, I enjoyed our quiet moments more. Nothing was more fulfilling than cooking for my husband or reading a book while lounging together on the sofa. I cherished the strength of his sculpted body molded against mine as he held me in his arms. The most perfect moments were watching him while he slept, memorizing his Adonis-like profile.

That morning, Chadwick had met with a contractor to perform an inspection of the dilapidated Victorian’s plumbing system. My husband’s eyes had gleamed when he’d asked me to tag along and provide opinions on the property. I’d almost gagged at the thought of donning a respirator and walking through a smelly, moldy house.

Chadwick had a gift for picking and renovating real estate. He had an innate ability to anticipate buyers’ needs. He didn’t need my input. I’d begged off, using my thesis as an excuse.

The truth of the matter was that I was thankful to have a moment alone. I wanted to clear my thoughts and focus on editing the fifteen-thousand-word essay.

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