KIER
You could ask what the damn movie was about, and I wouldn’t have an answer.
But if you asked what I noticed about my wife?
I’d have about ten things to say.
One: she had four tiny birthmarks, just little dots on the left side of her neck. How I even noticed them in the dim lighting of that fucking cinema was a question for another day.
Two: she always bit down on her lips when she was concentrating, like right now. I was sure she had completely forgotten I was even here.
And there were more. I could keep listing them. And why I did this? I had no idea.
But I couldn’t deny it anymore—I was getting attracted to my wife.
She wasn’t my usual type. Yeah, I didn’t know how many tis I’d said her face was beautiful, but a pretty face alone never got as hard as a rock for a woman. That was just one part of it.
And yet, here I was, hard as a damn brick, and it was freaking out.
I had spent days wondering how I’d be able to knock her up when I couldn’t even get it up for her. But now? It seed like the other part of had made its decision.
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to look away, only to realize the movie was over. The end credits were rolling.
When did it finish?
I glanced back at her, unable to stop myself, and caught her staring at . The surprising part? She didn’t look away.
Before I knew it, I was lifting her off her chair and settling her on my lap.
It didn’t have to an anything.
She was my wife, dammit. I shouldn’t feel like I was committing so kind of felony.
She tensed slightly but didn’t pull away. I placed my hands on her waist, rubbing slow circles, feeling just how slim she was. And then, a thought hit like a freight train.
Pinning her down on the bed.
Her ass up in the air.
My hands gripping this tiny waist.
Taking her like a dog takes a fertile bitch.
My dick throbbed harder. I knew she could feel it pressing against her, but she didn’t move away. She just sat there, looking right at , her face turning pink even in the dim light.
"I’m going to kiss you now," I murmured.
I moved one hand from her waist to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
She nodded. That was all the permission I needed.
I crashed my lips against hers, sucking on her bottom lip, and for a second, she just sat there—pliable, submissive.
I had never been into won who didn’t kiss back ferociously, who weren’t feisty in bed. But for so reason, I liked this. I liked that she let devour her.
Then, just as I deepened the kiss, she did sothing that nearly sent over the edge.
She grabbed my tongue—gently—then sucked on it.
I almost ca in my pants like so green boy.
I jerked back so fast, standing up and setting her down before I embarrassed myself any further.
What the fuck just happened?
I turned away, running a hand through my hair, trying to get my damn self under control.
I nearly ca. And I wasn’t even inside her.
This had never happened before.
I needed to fuck her. That was it. Get it out of my system. Then I’d be able to think straight again. Maybe whatever this was—this strange pull I felt around her—would go away.
I turned back to face her, my composure barely intact.
She looked petrified.
I cupped her face, my hands nearly covering it completely.
Why does it feel like I’m about to rob the damn cradle?
I dropped one hand, letting the other rest on her cheek as she looked up at .
"I’m going to fuck you. The sooner we do it, the faster we go our separate ways."
She didn’t say anything for a mont. Then, slowly, she nodded.
Everything after that was a blur.
The next thing I knew, we were in the car, and I was driving ho like a man who had completely lost his mind—because all I could think about was getting balls deep inside my wife.
Soon enough, we were ho.
I barely let the car stop before I rushed out, yanked open her door, unbuckled her seatbelt, and threw her over my shoulder. Then I strode into the house like a man possessed.
It was like I was on fire. She was making act in ways I never would.
I barely registered the stares of the workers as I stord through the halls, straight to my bedroom. I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and dropped her onto the bed—slowly.
She looked up at , chest rising and falling, breath uneven.
And before I could even tell her to strip, she was already pulling off her gown.
Fuck. That had no right to look so damn sexy.
"What are you doing to ?" I muttered, yanking off my shirt. I left my trousers on, only unbuttoning them, then stepped toward her.
She was almost done pulling the dress off when I stopped her.
She looked up at with big doe eyes—but not the innocent kind I had expected.
I turned her around, dragging the zipper all the way down, then eased the gown off her shoulders. But just before I could pull it away completely, she turned her head slightly and pointed at the light switch.
My brows furrowed. "You want to turn off the lights?"
She nodded slowly.
I wanted to say no. But sothing in her eyes made pause.
With a quiet exhale, I stepped back, climbed off the bed, and walked to the switch.
The mont I turned off the lights and spun around..
She was right behind .
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