by Madison Faye
Today it’s Venice. Tomorrow, I plan on making her come all over the down comforter of our Swiss ski-lodge chateau. After that, I’m going to have her on her hands and knees gripping the silk sheets in our Parisian townhouse while I claim that sweet little pussy from behind.
After that? Well, who knows. We’ve got places in London, Sao Paulo, Mexico City, Sydney, Tokyo, Chang Mai, Berlin, Istanbul, New York, San Francisco, and Miami, alongside Venice, of course.
Fuck, that’s wild to even think about.
We don’t need the money to be happy. Not at all. Leanna and I could be broke as a joke without two pennies to rub together, and we’d still be crazy in love and happy as ever. But the money sure is nice. It allows for time. And time is something I was robbed of. The wealth allows for the luxury of being able to do nothing but love her. Nothing but hold her, and kiss her, murmur dirty things into her ears until she snaps and pounces on me.
…Our current situation of her starting to bounce on my cock harder and faster is because of exactly that, actually.
Alongside all the new properties though, there’s one that’s still our favorite. It might not have a household staff, or views of the Eiffel Tower or a snow-capped Swiss Alp. It might not have silk sheets and heated floors, or a shower with twelve heads.
But it’s got the history of us plastered into its walls. It’s got the same sound of the Pacific Ocean lapping at the shore that I listened to years ago when our love was new.
Years later, through everything that we went through, I look at my wife and I feel the exact same butterflies I did the first time I saw her. I feel the exact same throb of energy and the thrill that teases through my cock at the chance of making her mine, and making her come for me.
Years later, it’s exactly the same.
She’s the only one for me. Always was. And like I said, I was done for the second I saw her.
“Oh fuck, Brooks!”
I growl, hands tightening on her as I feel that tight little pussy clamping down on me, milking my shaft as a minor climax ripples through her. I groan, leaning up and wrapping my lips around a pale pink nipple, sucking on it as I thrust up into her. My swollen cock head pushes deep into her dripping wet pussy, making her moan even louder as she starts to bounce on my lap harder and harder.
My lips drag higher, tasting the sweat from her skin as my muscles clench and my balls ache for release, so full of cum for her. She whines a wail of pleasure, bouncing faster, taking every single thick, fat inch of my big cock deep into her cunt over and over. Her slick honey drips down, coating me in her arousal and spurring me on.
With a roar, I push forward, making her squeal as I topple her onto her back with her legs spread wide and me between them. I grunt, my hips moving faster and my cock driving in and out of her pussy faster and faster. Leanna screams for more, clawing at my back, her moans singing through my ears as her nipples drag across my chest.
“You wanna come for me, angel?” I hiss into her ear. “You want make this pretty little pussy come for my fat cock?”
“Fuck me!” She screams, panting, and so close.
“Mine,” I growl, rutting into her, thrusting deep and hard as I feel her getting tighter and tighter, the tension building before she explodes.
“You were mine from the second I saw you, Leanna.”
“I was yours before we ever met,” she moans, her hips rolling to meet mine, her whole body starting to tremble.
“Brooks… Brooks…” she gasps, panting. “Brooks, you’re going to make me…”
“Come,” I growl against her lips. “Come for me, angel. Let go and let me make this tight little pussy come all over my big cock, and then I’m going to pump every drop of cum I have deep inside of you.”
I lean in, letting my teeth rake across her earlobe as she starts to tremble all over, about to explode.
“Be a good girl and come for my big cock, Leanna.”
Her body jerks, arching off the bed against me as she suddenly just explodes. She screams, the orgasm detonating through her and shaking her to her core as her legs wrap tight around my hips. Her nails rake across my back, and as she hugs me against her, it’s the sound of that pleasure cried out into my ear that pushes me right over the edge.
I drive in, my lips crush to hers, and I explode.
My hot, sticky cum jets into her, pumping deep against her womb as I empty my fucking balls in her spasming, heavenly cunt. I groan, our tongues dancing and our lips locked as I just keep thrusting, more and more of my pearly white seed streaming into her until we both break away gasping for air.
But our lips find each other’s again after no more than a second’s breath, and our moans mingle as our bodies slowly come to a grinding stop and our heads come back from outer space.
I roll us, keeping my cock still firmly inside of her as she straddles my hips and leans down to lay her had on my chest. My arms wrap around her, my hands stroking her soft skin as I kiss her forehead.
This is perfect. The best of it? The money and all that? That could come or go, and I’d live. But her?
No way.
I lost her once. But that’s never happening again.
“I love you,” I purr into her ear, groaning as my words make her clench her inner muscles, teasing my still-hard cock.
“I love you too,” she whispers back, lifting her head from my chest to kiss me gently.
“Husband of mine.”
“Wife of mine.”
She’s mine.
For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health. And not even death will tear us apart.
Mine to have and to hold.
Again, and for always.
The End
Also by Madison Faye
Standalones:
Taking Back His Bride
Stealing Valentine (Feb. 2019)
Screwged
Sharing Samantha
Claiming Candy
Trick And Treat
Sugar & Spice
Five Card Studs
Dear Stepbrother, I Want You
Blackthorn Mountain Men:
Claiming His Mountain Bride
His Captive Mountain Virgin
Her Mountain Baby Daddies
His Big Mountain Axe
His Hard Mountain Wood
Her Rough Mountain Outlaw
Unwrapping His Mountain Package
Her Double Mountain Outlaws (Jan. 2019)
Her Savage Mountain Daddy (March 2019)
Royally Screwed:
King Sized
Royal Brat
Daddy Duke
Prick Charming
Filthy Ever After
Once Upon A Scandal
Royally Screwed #7 (coming soon…)
Sofa King:
Sofa King Hard
Sofa King Wrong
Sugar County Boys:
Bucking Bronco
Long Hard Truckers
Rough Rider
Country Liquor
Breaking His Law
Her Daddies:
Double Daddies
Triple Daddies
Bad Medicine Series:
Doctor Babymaker
Doctor O-Maker
“Dirty Bad Things” Series:
Hard Core
Pretty Dirty
Rough Stuff
“Innocence Claimed” Series:
His Little Bad Girl
Tempting Daddy’s Boss
Paying The Debt
“The Triple Crown Club” Series:
Royally Shared
Royally Claimed
Royally Tempted
“Possessing Beauty” Series:
Beasting Beauty
Stealing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Hunting Beauty
Possessing Beauty
“Forbidden” Series:
Flirting With The Law
Breaking Her Innocence
“Three Times” Series:
Bossed Three T
imes
Taken Three Times
Paid For Three Times
“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual. No one is related in this book.