The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

His ass was the best part. It was tight and built like a brick house.

I could stare at his perfection all night long, watch it like it was a dirty movie.

But instead of it being fake, it was real…because he was the man I married.

He grabbed his phone and checked a few things before he made his way to the bed, his eyes still on his phone. He stopped at his nightstand, like he was prepared to put it down once he was finished reading whatever was on his screen.

I rose onto my knees then yanked down the front of his boxers, revealing a soft cock that was still impressive in its size.

He lowered his phone and looked down at me, his cock thickening instantaneously.

I put it between my lips and started to suck, feel it fill my mouth like an inflating balloon.

A quiet moan escaped his lips, and he tossed his phone onto the nightstand like he didn’t give a damn.

On all fours with my ass in the air, I did my best, but his dick quickly became too big for my mouth so I only stuffed half of it inside. My tongue flattened, and I pushed it as deep as I could without causing my throat to gag. It was the first time I’d put his dick in my mouth, and I wasn’t sure what had taken so long. I’d never been a fan of giving head, but I didn’t mind doing this in the least. This was a cock that should be kissed, should be licked, should be eaten. It deserved it at all.

His hand moved into my hair, and he kept it out of my face as he watched me, transfixed by the way I sucked his big dick into my little mouth.

He got a little bigger and a little thicker, and tears sprang to my eyes because of the pressure on my throat. I struggled to breathe and keep my jaw unhinged like this, to arch my neck perfectly to suck his dick just right. The tears streaked down my face, just as they did when he made me come.

His hand cupped my cheek, and he brushed his thumb over my tear, smearing it across his finger as he watched me suck him off. He brought it to his mouth and tasted it, like he wanted to know how salty my tears were. “Look at me.”

My eyes lifted to meet his as I kept sucking his dick. I stared at the beautiful man as he stood over me, as he watched me enjoy him so expressively. I wished I could take more of him, but this was all my anatomy could handle. He seemed to enjoy it all the same.

“You know how to suck dick.”

Only when I felt like it.

He grabbed my neck and slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth. Once it left my tongue, it bounced down and hung between his legs, the veins thick and visible and the blood making his skin turn slightly red.

He pulled open his nightstand and grabbed a condom.

His black wedding ring sat there too, something he hadn’t touched since our wedding day.

Then he shut the drawer again.

I was tired of using condoms. I was tired of feeling the latex separate us when we were monogamous. I wanted to feel this man come inside me, feel him fill me the way a husband should fill his wife.

But he rolled on the condom without thinking twice about it.

He got on top of me, widened my legs with his thighs, and then sank into me with an appreciative moan.

Once he was inside me, I stopped thinking about the layer between us. I just thought about him and those beautiful espresso eyes as they looked into mine. My hands were in his hair, and my lips were on his. Together, we moved our bodies, feeling each other and enjoying each other like there was nothing else in the world we would rather be doing. I breathed hard against his mouth as he picked up his pace, slamming into me good and hard. Soon, we were both covered in sweat, both lost in the clouds of desire.

“You feel so fucking good…” I grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside me, thinking about Ruby’s comment at the theater. She thought he was hot, just like everyone else. But I was his wife—the only woman in his bed. He was mine and no one else’s.

He moaned as he pounded into me harder, his powerful legs keeping my knees apart. He panted with the exertion, his temples flushing red because he was consumed by the sex.

I’d never had sex this good with anyone else. It was either attributed to Maverick’s bedroom skills…or he was the man I was most attracted to. It took two to tango, and we danced together so well, especially when he took the lead.