Halp!
I seriously need help before my husband's hotness ends up frying every brain cell inside my head.
"As much as I enjoy having my wife stare dreamily at my cock—-"
"I wasn't doing that!" Right?
"Just looking at it won't get you pregnant, glikiá mou."
The words make me start, and I step back unthinkingly. "Um, about that—-"
Oh...crap.
I was thinking I could find a way to maybe...come up with an excuse that would allow us to have sex without making babies just yet, but the moment Stelios crosses the room and places one knee on the bed—-
Come on, B! Won't you even try putting up a fight?
The answer to that would be a helpless, breathy, little kind of no, since having the billionaire this close, while he's naked, is just too much for my brain to handle.
Slate-gray eyes gobble me up as he lays his hand against my bare leg, and I can only whimper at the possessiveness in his gaze. I know most women would see my husband as impossibly controlling and frighteningly obsessive, and while I do get why they'll also think he's a monster because of it—-
Call me sick and twisted, but it's also this side of his that makes me feel safe and protected.
Wanted and desired.
Stelios might be far from perfect, but it's his flaws that also make him stronger and more powerful than most men.
Maybe it's because of the way I was raised, and the kind of person Theía is, but it's this secret dark half of Stelios that makes him the only man I can surrender to and lose myself in.
Stelios is the only man I'll ever be in love with, and that's why—-
The thought of resisting doesn't even cross my mind when I feel the rough, masculine texture of his hand slowly moving up my leg, and my breath catches when his hand finally finds its way under my dress.
His gaze keeps mine captive as his hand continues to inch up, and he's doing it so, so slowly it's driving me out of my mind.
"S-Stelios, please."
I can't believe I'm actually begging him, and the gleam in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I'm asking for.
"Please..."
He's deliberately taking his sweet time because he knows I want him to hurry, and just when I feel I can no longer bear another moment of this excruciatingly sweet agony—-
His hand finally cups my pussy, and I can only moan his name out as my body arches, and I feel his grip tighten around my cunt.
"Stelios!"
My husband's chuckle is the most seductively taunting sound. He wants me to know he's playing with me, and I just want him even more because of it.
He takes his time yet again as he strokes my throbbing folds over the wet fabric of my panties.
Stroke.
Stroke.
Stroke.
It feels unbelievably good, really.
But it's not enough.
I need to feel his bare fingers against my flesh, and when I look up at him, the words simply tumble out—-
"Please, husband—-"
All I want is for him to hurry, but when he stiffens, and I see the look in his eyes change—-
Uh...oh.
I think I'm about to get way in over my head—-
"Say it again," Stelios grates out just before ripping off my panties—-
Oh God.
The sound makes me feel dizzy, and all I can do is obey his command.
"H-Husband—-"
His finger thrusts inside of me, and because I'm already so, so wet from wanting him—-
Aaaaaah.
My head falls back against the pillows as the slippery walls of my pussy easily close around his long, hard finger.
"Look at me, wife."
The way his finger has been thrusting in and out of my body like it's a cock all on its own has me feeling delirious, but I force myself to open my eyes at the growled-out command.
"I want to see how I'm making you feel while I'm fucking you with my fingers."
Did he just say—-
Aaaaaaaah!
A second finger thrusts inside of me, and so yes, oh yes, plural it is, and—-
Aaaaaaah!
My husband is now fucking me with three fingers.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
And it feels so, so good that I can't keep my hips from shaking as they move up to meet each thrust—-
"Do you want it faster, wife?"
I can't even think of lying at this point, and so all I can do is sob out the truth.
"Yes!"
"And harder?"
"Yes, oh God—-"
"Then say it, wife. Beg me for it."
Just thinking of what he's asking me to say has my cheeks burning, but because my need for him overweighs my embarrassment—-
"P-Please, husband," I choke out. "Please f-fuck me faster and harder w-with your fin—-" My words end up in a gasp as his fingers start plunging in and out of my pussy in a way that makes me feel as if my body has caught fire.
God, it's so, so good—-
So, so good—-
And when I see the way my husband is clenching his teeth as he stares down at me—-