She cries out, squirms, tries to adjust. Her movements nearly make me come because, without realizing it, she’s rocking back.
“I need to fuck you hard, wife.”
“I’m yours, Rodrick. I love how you take me, how perfect we are together.” Her voice comes out broken, breathless, as I grip her hips and pound into her in deep, driving thrusts.
She whimpers when I brush a finger over her clit and pushes back, wanting everything.
I know every sigh my wife makes, and I know her climax is close. Moments later, her sweet, tight pussy pulses around my cock.
I don’t slow down. “I’m not pulling out. I’m going to fill you with my come.”
Even lost in her desire, she looks back over her shoulder.
We speak without words, and she understands what I’m giving her.
Total trust. No more barriers between us.
I drive in and out of her, the rhythm accelerating with every moan she lets out.
“Harder,” she begs.
I roll my hips, fucking her hard. She moans.
I tease her clit, crazed by watching my cock slide in and out of her sex, the pink flesh stretching to take me.
It’s a furious act of love. Intense. All protections shattered, unnecessary.
“I’m going to come again,” she says.
“Ride it.”
I smack her ass and she nearly folds over, delirious with lust, letting me sink in deep.
I grab her hair and pull her mouth to mine.
“I’m crazy about you, wife,” I whisper against her lips.
She comes again, biting my mouth to hold back her screams.
My entire body stiffens, warning me that my orgasm is close. I swell inside her and then spill myself, for the first time, inside my wife.
I don’t pull out. I savor the feeling of her wet sex with my semen as I rest my face against her back.
I don’t know how much time passes. When I finally come back to myself, I scoop her up and carry her to our bedroom.
“Do you know the risks of what you just did?” she asks when we lie on our sides, facing each other.
“It was a choice, Jazmina. I understand now that living means taking risks.”
Chapter 48
Rheadur
Stepping onto my country’s soil after so many months leaves me torn.
As I get off the plane and see my family—even my father, who hardly ever leaves the palace these days—standing on our private landing strip waiting for me, my heart fills with love.
I missed Rheadur, and I missed my relatives deeply as well, because despite all the turmoil and disagreements, this is where my roots are.