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She lets her towel fall to her feet before she lays down on my bed, and I instantly find myself on my knees, kissing up her body, stopping at her pussy to taste her—not having had enough of her when I licked her off my fingers. I lick and suck and nip at her sensitive skin until she’s clawing at my shoulders, pulling me on top of her. “The next time I come,” she says, throwing my words from the shower back at me, “it’s going to be around my husband’s cock.”
Hearing her call me her husband is like throwing a match into gasoline.
I grab her by the hips, flipping us, so she’s on top, absolutely nothing between us. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, but if you want to use a condom, consider it done.” The words rush out when I feel her bare pussy against my cock. “Please, just fuck me,” I plead.
“So pretty when you beg,” she coos, lifting up on her knees to wrap her hands around my cock, lightly stroking up and down. “I haven’t been with anyone since you either.”
“Please.” The word comes out less of a plea and more as a cry for mercy. “I’ll be so good for you.”
She angles my cock just below her pussy. All it would take is for me to use my grip on her hip to slam her down, but I don’t.
I wait for her.
“Promise?” she asks, a smirk on her swollen lips.
“Promise,” I grit through my teeth, both of us knowing full well that anything she wants from me is already hers, no need for promises.
Her teeth sink into her lip as she bottoms out on my cock, and I now know for a fact that I’ve died and gone to heaven. Igroan at the sensation of being inside her bare, no layers between us.
How we belong.
It takes everything in me not to pound up into her.
“Such a good boy,” she purrs, and she looks so much better with me underneath her. “Such a goodhusband,” she says, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she slowly moves up and down, my fingers digging into her thighs.
“Ride me like you own me, love. Please,” I beg.
And she does. She moves her hips against me, taking everything she needs from me while giving me more than I could ever ask for. She rests her hands on my chest, her fingernails leaving marks on my skin that I hope turn to scars.
“Ava, please don’t stop.”
I help her ease herself up and down, letting her control the speed as I lose myself in her.
As she gets closer and closer, her pace picks up, and her movements become hurried enough to lose her rhythm.
And I want nothing more than for her to come around my cock.
So I take control, moving her against me, pushing up into her, hitting just where she needs to come undone with me right behind her, and I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.
Not just from this, but from everything that led us here.
From the words she said just before she kissed me.
When we finally come back to ourselves, our chests rising and falling in tandem, Ava asks, “So does this mean we don’t have to get a divorce?”
I shake my head, smiling as I look into those hazel eyes.
I love this woman with every single fiber of my heart and soul.
And I plan on spending the rest of my life showing her just that.
CHAPTER 42
ANDERSON
“Aren’t birthday cakes for,like, birthdays?” Georgie asks.
She looks around the dining table, confused, looking between me and Ava before her eyes go to the other side of the table, looking at Rumi and Emerson. Jack is standing, holding Evee in his arms as he gently bounces her, keeping her entertained as we all wait for Ava to explain to Georgie why we’re all here at my house—surrounding her with a cake.
