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The point is that she belongs to me. Besides, her cunt, mouth, and ass are all I’m going to need.
Fuck, I want to bend her over and run my tongue along the slashes on her ass. Hear her gasp as my teeth sink into her skin and listen to her cry as I make her beg me to let her come.
Grabbing her hair, I yank her head back and fuck her into the bed like the whore I’m turning her into.
I just want her son to bend me over, spank my ass, and call me his good fucking slut while his cock pounds into my throbbing pussy until I come all over it.
I love the way her pussy feels wrapped around my cock when I’m buried inside her, but I want more from her right now. Her body isn’t enough for me. I need to breathe her in.
Licking my lips, I tell her. “I’m going to enjoy using you tonight.”
Tie me up and use me comes to mind. Make me come over and over while I beg you to stop until I can’t speak anymore.
“Hello, Mr. Crawford. We’re calling you in regard to your AMEX card. We have suspicious activity at a Westwood Lamborghini in the amount of three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. We’re calling to confirm you’ve made this transaction.” “You can accept the charge,” I say and hang up, smirking. “What’s so funny?” Ryat asks. “My wife just bought herself a car.”
I’ll do whatever I need to do to prove my point. Laikyn Grace Crawford is mine. And I’ll prove it to the fucking world. If I have to carve my name all over her flawless skin, I will.
I’d beg him to let me come if I could, but instead, I just take it like the good girl I want to be.
I’ve become addicted to his touch, the sound of his voice, and the way he fucks me…Goddamn, it’s unholy. But I’d gladly kneel for my Lord and let him use me however he wants.
Love? It doesn’t sound so foreign anymore. If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her.
Lots of people mistake lust and love. The difference is love demands a sacrifice.
I’m going to leave a trail that says I’m looking for my wife, and anyone who stands in my way will burn. This is my statement to anyone who had a hand in taking my wife. I’m coming for you.
The fear of not seeing his face is turning me on more than it should. Even though I know it’s him, my imagination still runs wild. Is he going to hurt me? Fuck me? Tie me up and leave me?
“That’s a good girl, little darling. I’m going to fuck this pretty face of yours until you’re crying big, beautiful tears. Then you’re going to swallow.”
“I’m going to tie you up like this later, and I’m going to stuff that tight cunt with a vibrator and your ass with a butt plug, and I’m going to sit back and watch you drool all over yourself while you come over and over.”
I want to shoot this fucking bastard between the eyes, but that would be too quick of a death. Not enough pain. I want to see him bleeding, sobbing like the bitch he is, begging for his death. I’ve prided myself on being a patient man, so now is the time to be one.
I wanted the world to see that she is loved. That means everything to me. She deserves to be seen and heard. Her family had silenced her for so long, and I won’t do that to my wife. She may be my whore in private, but she is my equal in every aspect of our lives.
My wife could tell me that she wanted to burn the world, and I’d be proud to watch her burn it down to nothing but ashes. In my eyes, she could do no wrong.
“It’s the last warning I’m going to give the world that if you fuck with my wife, you’ll burn in hell.”
“You know what would make my day great?” I ask, dropping my lips to her neck. “You and me in our bed.” “Mm-hmm,” she mumbles. “Your shaking legs wrapped around my neck…your cum on my face.” She moans, her ass pushing into my hard cock. “My idea of a great day is knowing your cunt…”
although I like my job, I’d much rather spend my days with my wife naked and tied to our bed, begging me to fuck her until she’s so exhausted, I have to carry her to the bathroom to bathe her.
