He rubbed harder on her sweet little nub, just fucking rubbed it again and again—-
"I'm c-close, Stelios!"
"Then get fucking closer," he growled. "Cum for me, wife!"
It was all his Bailey needed to hear, and even though it nearly fucking killed him to wait—-
Stelios held on to his control until he felt her start to cum, and as soon as he saw her lips part, it was then he made his move.
His wife let out a gasp as he suddenly shoved a pillow under her body just before driving all the way inside of her.
"Stelios!"
His wife buckled and cried out like sweet, little prey as his big, hard cock rammed into her again and again. The sounds she was making was sweet, but even sweeter was what he saw as he looked down at the intimately moist juncture where their bodies were completely joined.
"You're bleeding, wife."
A choked laugh spilled past her lips. "Hashtag achievement unlocked, is that it?"
Stelios bared his teeth in a smile. "Yes."
And then he was shoving back into her with the same force he had used to tear through her hymen.
"Look down, glikiá mou," he growled. "I want you to watch how I'm going to keep fucking you until you're pregnant—-"
Her inner walls tightened around his cock at his words, and Stelios completely lost it after that.
"Oh God, yes!"
He drove back into her to cum inside of her pussy, and he watcher her eyes roll back and her body arch as she started to cum for the second time.
"Take my fucking seed, wife—-"
He thrust into her again and again to fill her pussy up with his seed.
"Yes, husband, yes!"
And all he could do was groan—-
"Fuck, Bailey!"
—-as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
Just so fucking tight, dammit.
It was as if she didn't want to risk having a single drop of his semen to go to waste, and it was at that moment Stelios knew.
The reason Bailey was special...was because she was the girl he was fucking destined to love.
Taste this
I wake up to the sound of my stomach grumbling, followed by my husband chuckling next to me in bed.
Oh!
Memories crowd my mind, and all of them are mortifyingly dirty. I can't even remember how many times he's made me cum. All I know for sure is how my husband had me begging each and every time.
"Don't turn shy on me now, glikiá mou."
His mouth covers mine before I can answer, and while his kiss is hard and deep like always—-
The way he smooths my hair away from my face when he lifts his head can only be described as tender, and the gesture has my oh-so-foolish heart melting all over again.
God, how I love this husband of mine!
My chances of enjoying a happy post-Stelios life weren't really that great to begin with, but now that I know how it feels to come in his arms...or my husband to come inside of me?
Just admit it, B: you're addicted.
Stelios Diamandis is my life now, and accepting this truth allows me to match his hunger as I kiss him back...and pout in protest when my husband lifts his head.
"Are you feeling sore anywhere?"
I shake my head.
"That's good to hear—-" Slate-gray eyes gleam down at me. "since I gave our staff the rest of the day off so I can fuck you in every room of our house."
Holy crap.
"Don't worry, wife. I'll make sure to feed you first."
He already has me back up in his arms before he's even finished speaking, and I can feel my whole body blushing the moment we step out of the bedroom.
I know there's no one else around, and that Stelios is too much of a control freak for there to be the tiniest chance that someone else might catch us walking about in our birthday suits.
But even so!
Stelios lowers me to my feet when we get to the kitchen, and my husband only smirks when he sees me quickly grabbing one of the aprons from the wall hooks.
"An apron over my wife's naked curves?" he teases. "It's one of favorite fantasies come true."
"Perv!"
But my oh-so-confident husband only throws another smirk my way before taking out a platter of fresh oysters from the fridge.
"Seriously?" I'm torn between amusement and exasperation. "I honestly think you're the last person in this world to need an aphrodisiac—-"
"And you won't get any argument from me about that," my husband says, "since I got these for you."
He plants me on the kitchen island and feeds me an oyster. "Good?"
All I can do is nod, since the oyster is so soft and juicy as it melts in my mouth.
"Then wait until you taste this..."
My eyes widen as I watch him mix wine with a bit of lemon juice and shallots in a small dipping bowl. My mouth is already watering by the time he feeds me my second oyster with that bit of sauce...and wow.