I'm hitting spots I couldn't reach before. The sounds she's making prove it.
"Fuck," I groan. "You feel incredible like this."
And she does. Tight and hot and perfect. I'm starting to understand why some men get obsessed with their wives. Delicious pussy at your beck and call…I get it.
"Touch yourself," I order.
She hesitates.
I slap her ass, not hard, just enough to sting. "Do it, Gemma."
She reaches down, and I feel her body shift as she finds her clit. The angle changes slightly, makes her tighter around me.
"That's it," I encourage, watching her hand move. "Let me feel it."
Her work is sloppy, but I can feel her cunt tighten. “I’m going to shoot my cum into you,” I tell her, fucking her harder, deeper. “Put a baby inside you.”
She moans, and I feel her cunt tighten.
“Fuck, you like that?”
I snap my hips again, pulling out fully, and then, burying myself inside of her.
“Saint!” she cries.
“Come!” I order, and damnit, if she doesn’t.
Her pussy clenches around me so tight, I spill myself inside of her, collapsing onto of her body, pushing her into the mattress.
I don’t spend much time inside. My cock is soft, and I have things to do.
I pull out slowly, watch the mess leak out of her. I want to shove it back inside, plug her full of it, and let it take root.
I’d love to say that that desire is because of my uncle, but apparently, I’ve got a bit of a breeding kink. The idea of Gemma being marked as mine, fully, almost makes me hard again.
Interesting.
“Shit,” she says, trying to catch her breath.
I roll off the bed.
“I have a meeting." I expect her to whine about cuddling, but instead, she sit ups, eyes wide and interested.
"A meeting?"
"Adrian called first thing. Wants to see me. Probably about last night." I tuck myself back in, zip up. "Which means our plan is working."
I head for the door, then pause. She needs to know she did well. Positive reinforcement.
"You did good, Gemma. Really good. Keep it up, and we'll make this interesting."
She smiles. My pretty little wife is happy.
Good.
The Nero mansion looks the same as always. Cold. Imposing. And now, a monument to Adrian’s ego. The place had been blow to shit, and he built back immediately. Italian marble and steel. The gilded age house is now even more of a fortress.
I hate the sight of it.
