Crime Lord's Wife (Curvy Women Wanted)

“I can’t believe I even did this. It’s crazy. I should tell you to fuck off!” She growled the words.

Putting his hand on her knee, he slid it down until he cupped her between the thighs. His lawyer had taken care of the necessary documents and what he needed to make this woman his wife. The moment he’d put some clarity onto what Sean had done to her, she’d signed her life over to him.

“I told you not to wear the panties,” he said.

“You got me in the dress. Don’t push it.”

She cried out as he gripped the panties, his knuckles brushing across her slit as he tore them from her.

“Hey!”

His driver knew to stay silent. Replacing the panties with his hands, he pushed two fingers deep within her. She was wet and he used her cream to move up to her clit. Kissing her neck, he licked over her pulse. “Stop pushing your skirt down.”

“It’s too short.”

“And I want to see your body. You’ll do as you’re told.”

“I’m not your toy.”

“That’s exactly what you are but one day you will learn, Rose, I’m just as much your toy as you’re mine.” He bit down and she cried out.

She was so close and as the pleasure built, he waited until she was right at that point and pulled his fingers from her pussy. Holding them up to his face, he licked each digit.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you’re desperate.” The car came to a stop.

“Where are we?”

“At one of my many businesses.” He opened the door, climbed out, and buttoned up his jacket. When he held out his hand, she took it. The noise from the nightclub came out onto the street. Men and women were lined up to get inside. Some people pointed in his direction but he ignored them.

Rose’s hand shook within his. He held her tightly and together, on her dangerous heels, headed into the nightclub. Along with the papers that morning, he’d gotten a full workup.

Her life up until meeting him was pathetic. She didn’t speak to her family, and she worked at a local real estate agency. What she didn’t know was Sean fucked her boss on a regular basis, and he was also heavy in debt.

He was doing Rose a favor in severing all contact with her ex-husband and giving her his name. Rose Miles was now Rose Cain. His wife. His woman. Her life with Sean had been dull. His men had done a fine job in finding out how dull, and even Sean admitted to not caring about his wife’s needs in the bedroom.

Now it was time for him to take over. To show her a whole new world.

The music got louder as they entered the main dance floor. The room was crowded and he didn’t pause to admire his work, but went straight to his personal VIP room. His men gave him a wide berth but knew to be close.

“You own this place?” Rose asked as they got to their private booth.

“Yes.” He tugged her down onto his lap. She tried to squirm away. He swatted her ass. “Don’t push me.” She fit perfectly to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing off what I started in the car.” He slid his hand between her thighs. The angle wasn’t right and he moved her so she now straddled his waist.

“Anyone can see.”

“If they look, they know I’ll tear their eyes out.” He lifted the skirt over her ass. His private booth didn’t allow anyone to see. Only he could see anything and with his men outside, no one would get any kind of show. He’d even kill his men for looking at her ass. She belonged to all of him.

Two fingers deep within her, he watched her eyes flutter closed. Again, her teeth sank into her lip. She kept gyrating on his fingers and then stopped herself. He didn’t want her to keep control. No, he wanted her to let go.

The dress she wore didn’t have any straps, and he easily pulled it down. She wore a bra, but it was no match for him. Pulling out a tit, he sucked on the puckered nipple, staring up at her.

“I can’t believe…” she cried out as he twisted his fingers within her, his thumb dancing across her clit. He wanted to feel her come on his cock.

“Take out my cock,” he said.

He expected her to argue but she didn’t. Her shaking hands unbuttoned his trousers and eased his length past his boxer briefs. He lifted her up and sank deep inside her. Her hands went to his shoulders, holding on to him.

Jared went back to teasing her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around him.

“Fuck me, Rose.”

“I … I don’t—”

He released her pussy, gripped her hips, and guided her over his length, showing her exactly what to do. He waited until she knew what she was doing before allowing her to take over, fucking his dick as he brought her to orgasm. He nearly came as she found her release. She was so tight milking his length, but he held control and watched her come apart a second time before he found his release. As he poured his cum inside her, he wondered if she was pregnant. It wouldn’t matter to him. He was going to keep on fucking her, and if they had kids, bonus.