She pushes into me, but I don’t feed her my dick yet. “I know you just as much as you do me. How can I not? I love you.”
Her words send warmth spreading through my body. Sure, she knows me, but does she have any idea the lengths I would go to in order to protect her? I would kill for her.I have and will do it again without hesitation.
The thoughts feed into the feral need in me that begs me to possess every inch of her, claim her so that she understands that she owns me, body, mind, and soul. I thrust into her, forcing her to grab the wall with her palms to hold herself up against my thrusts.
“Everything…” I breathe into her neck as I pump her with my dick. “Everything I do is for you, my love. Everything.”
I brace a hand on the wall above her head as I let her feel what she does to me. How she transformed a man like me from an empty shell to one who could hope and love.
“Deeper…” she begs, uncaring that we might attract attention. “Mad, harder, faster...please.”
I give in, feeding her need by thrusting harder into her, my hips slapping against her flesh, rocking my hard cock deeper into her until I feel her legs begin to tremble.
“You like it, don’t you,” I whisper into her ear. “Like it when your husband follows you across town, across the country, like some love sick puppy or a crazed psycho.”
Her pussy spasms at my words, and I have to place a hand over her mouth to hold back a scream.
My dirty little wife likes the thought of that, but so do I.
“Mad… Maddox!” It’s my name on her lips when she finally surrenders to pleasure, triggering my own orgasm.
“Take it all, baby,” I grunt as I spill into her. “Don’t waste a single drop. If you weren’t already pregnant, I’d plant a baby in you.”
I don’t immediately pull out of her as I wait to catch my breath.
“You know?”
“I know everything, baby.”
“Psycho,” she whispers affectionately before turning her head and seeking my lips.
“But you love me anyway,” I whisper against her mouth.
“I really must be out of my mind to be in love with, and eventually marry, my stalker.” She runs her hand over my wedding band. “I love you, Mad, I wouldn’t change a single thing about us.”
The music is loud, but we don’t need words to express how we feel. In her, I’ve found my perfect match.
“Psycho.” She brushes her lips against mine in the lightest touch of skin.
“Only for you, darling.”
~The End