His hand went straight to between my thighs, it’s open palm pressing hard over my thong and pussy. I’m already as wet as I can possibly be, and aching for his cock almost in desperation. I grabbed his cock anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.
There’s a fire behind his eyes and, in an heartbeat, he grabbed my thong and pulled it against my outer thigh, ripping it apart. He looked down at me and pressed his hand right over my pussy, his thumb rubbing against my clit.
“Malcolm… I want you. I want you now,” I begged of him, not feeling capable of resisting one more minute without having him inside of me. He simply grinned at me and, taking his hands out of my pussy, grabbed at my ass and, pointing his cock at me, eased his cock against my labia and pierced me in one single and swift motion.
I moaned hard, pleasure exploding underneath my skin and driving me to the brink of insanity.
I took my hands to his ass and, lacing my legs around his back, forced myself to roll to the side. His eyes widened in surprise, but he then grinned as he saw me on top of him.
It was his birthday, so I wanted to do the heavy lifting.
"Happy birthday, Malcolm..." I whispered with a grin as I started to sway my hips against him, my breasts bouncing as I jumped up and down on his hard cock.
Not being one to simply lay back, Malcolm started to thrust his hips at me, his cock going in and out of my pussy quickly, battering me so fast I couldn’t help but moan endlessly.
I was riding him hard, but he was fucking me even harder. I tightened my pussy around his cock as I kept on jumping on him, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, the sound of it almost like music to my ears.
I have never been big on cursing, but what we were doing was both lovemaking and fucking. That was it. Since we had gotten married that both those things had fused. And I just loved it that way… Why did you have to separate love from sex? It didn’t make any sense, and it didn’t work that way with us.
I started bucking my hips faster at him, a relentless rhythm matched by Malcolm as he thrust at me, each time his cock went deep inside my pussy a throaty moan escaping my lips.
I could already feel sweat trickling down my back, my ass bouncing as I swayed my hips back to front. His hands darted to my hips and he started to guide my movements, holding my cock in place whenever he wanted to thrust hard at me and make me scream.
I leaned into him, both my hands on his chest, and let my hair fall to my face, the tip of it brushing over his pectorals and shoulders. I dug my fingernails on his body, knowing that I wasn’t hurting him - Malcolm looked tougher, but he was even more though than one could even imagine. I would know, I’ve been punishing his body every night since we got married.
"I love you, Malcolm..." I whispered as I fel
t my whole body about to explode. In a minute every single muscle in me started to tense up, electricity buzzing under my skin. I let myself go, surrendering to that sweet avalanche of pleasure as I kept bucking my hips against him.
No other man in the world would ever be capable of making me feel like this. It was pleasure, it was love, it was everything!
I pushed through, rocking my body against him until I felt him ready.
He closed his eyes and and, just like me, his whole body tensed up, his muscles becoming taut and hard. His whole body was about to burst in an explosion of pleasure.
In an heartbeat, his cock started to spasm inside me, his warm seed hitting me fully as I clenched his cock with my pussy. He was gushing a torrent, and I remained still as our orgasm washed over both our bodies.
We remained like that, me on top of him, until the waves of delight receded and we both caught our breath, his cum slowly dripping down my legs and his cock.
I rolled to the side, staring at the ceiling of our room. My hand looked for his and, finding it, our fingers laced. I closed my eyes, letting that feeling of intense happiness fill me. It was like that every time.
“I love you, Athena. And I will always love you.”
I smiled, knowing that to be the truth. Me and him, it was forever.
Malcolm’s Affair
"As the controlling member on the Board of Directors, Ms. Hawke, it's up to you to decide which direction you wish the Firm to invest its excess cash in," the lawyer from Cantor Ellis is telling me. Malcolm is sitting next to me, and everyone freely acknowledges that he's the CEO, but because of my investment in the company at the height of the 100 Days game, and the fact that we’re married and jointly manage everything.
I mean, to be honest, Malcolm probably has enough reason to separate himself from me, but he hasn't. I've sometimes wondered why. Doesn't he want me - an outsider - out of his business? Doesn't he want what he created with his own two hands to be his again? In fact, I know that the profits generated in three months since the initial investment went through are more than enough to keep the company running as well as repay me everything that I put down.
So why doesn't he pay me?
I look over to Malcolm and I notice he's watching me very intently.
I smile to myself. My Malcolm.
I wonder if the intensity of his gaze has anything to do with the tight, short, black Armani Collezioni dress that I'm wearing. It probably does. The dress hugs literally every curve on my body. It leaves very little to the imagination. Once you peel this dress off - and that's literally what you have to do because it's so tight - I have the cutest little lace bra and thong set waiting for Malcolm.