I reach behind her and close the door, clicking the lock, so we’re not disturbed. I wink, lower my head, and kiss her lips softly before pulling back. “Skill, desire, and fear.”
Her head tilts as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fear?”
I tug it free and brush my lips against hers before confessing the truth. “Fear of you disappearing.”
Her hands come up and cup the growing scruff I have coming in. She looks me in the eyes and then shakes her head lightly. “Not going to happen again because I know you love me more than anyone ever could.”
“Fuck, mi dulce, you’re not going to sweet talk your way out of your payment.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Diaz.”
“Good girl. On your knees, now.” She smiles wickedly, dropping slowly to her knees. I’m already freeing my cock from my slacks. She grips my length, giving it a good tug before she laps her tongue over the head, swiping off the pre-cum with a moan.
“Take it deeper, my sweet.” She does, greedily sucking me, vacuuming my shaft down her throat. I love how she takes me all the way, relaxing her gag reflex and then releasing me to repeat it. Her small hands fist the base of my length, stroking me until I’m nearly on the verge of coming.
I lift her up and spin her against my desk. Bending her over, I flip her dress over her ass. “No fucking panties. It’s like you’re begging for it.” I swat her ass three times in quick succession before I slide into her tight hole. A shiver of pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Fuck, Sebastian. You devil.”
“That’s right. It’s what you need. A good fuck to teach you a lesson, mi esposa.”
Her legs shake as she comes, and I flood her womb with every drop I have for my dirty wife.
“I’m starting to think you love chasing after me.”
“Just as much as you love running.” That is, without a doubt, the truth of our marriage. It began with a cat-and-mouse game that we can’t get enough of, even if I still know where she is at any given moment of any given day.
Candy
Ten years later…
Laughter fills the backyard, and I do my best to wait because I know it will end once my husband spots me. I’m betting he’ll see me in this outfit, and his handsome face will get serious, followed by a low growl that will rip from his chest. Hopefully, the water’s cold enough to keep his cock down, but I know it won’t be, so he’ll have to move fast to my side.
I watch from the edge of the sliding doors, taking in the kids having a blast by the pool. Esteban, our oldest, tosses the football to his brother Jorge while Sebastian goes to tackle him into the water. On the edge of the pool is our daughter Amelia who giggles when the ball flies out of her brother’s hands.
They roughhouse and then begin again. Sebastian’s deep chuckle sends shivers of desire through me, letting out the slightest moan. Suddenly he stops and excuses himself. “Wait here, kids. Keep an eye on your sister.” He jumps out of the pool, sleek body glistening with water. My mouth salivates as I watch his muscles flex with every motion. Panting, I fist the hem of my sarong and watch, unaware I’ve been spotted. Dark eyes meet mine, a smile spreading slowly across his face as he grabs his towel. Never once do his eyes leave mine as he dries off his chiseled chest and ripped arms.
Heaven help me, I’ve been caught in the sights of the Devil, and he has no intention of ever letting me go. Inch by inch, he moves closer to the back door, getting a better view of me in my latest bikini.
Returning his smile, I drop the sarong and let him see what I’m wearing. Like I expected, a low feral growl comes from him, and I know I have seconds before he’s on me. Giddy as ever, I make a dash for it, heading into his office because it’s one of my favorite places to get caught.
I slide into his chair and kick my feet onto his desk like I own this, and when he walks in, I can see that I’m in trouble.
“Dulce, what are you doing in my office?” he asks, brow raised and lips twisted with dark intent.
“Nothing…”
“Stand up, mi amor.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.” Fuck, pussy soaked. “Up now.” I slide my feet off the expensive wooden desk, making sure to part my legs in the process. His cock jerks in those awful floral trunks I picked out for him. Of course, I made him wear them because I’m a possessive wife, and I expected it to detract from his sexy form, but it doesn’t.
“What did I do wrong, my darling, sweet husband?”
“Don’t try to get cute and innocent with me, mi dulce. You are the bride of the devil, my thirst quenching, lustful temptation, and you’ve outdone yourself this time. What is this?” He grabs the sarong, tugging it free from my body, revealing a sexy red bikini that just covers my ass. Still, my breasts are pushed up, practically spilling out.
“This isn’t acceptable, wife.”