Buttons and Shame (Buttons 4)

She locked her hands together and rested them on the steep curve of her back. Her moans came a moment later, feeling my cock ram deep inside her over and over. “My husband…”

I closed my eyes as the shiver moved down my spine. There was nothing sexier than hearing her say that. I owned her in more ways than one. She was legally bound to me, the other half of my soul until time claimed our lives.

I sucked my thumb before I inserted it into her back entrance. She tightened around me immediately, both her pussy and her asshole. Her moans were interrupted by her irregular breathing.

Her pussy was so warm and wet. I wanted to stay there forever, buried deep inside my wife. I wanted to come again, but I wasn’t even close to the finish line. I needed to make sure Button knew every single hole in her body belonged to me. I rocked into her harder and inserted another finger into her ass, priming her for my big dick.

It didn’t take long for her to come. Her face was pressed against the sheets, and it muffled her moans. Her body arched and twisted as it tried to take more of my length at a quicker pace.

I didn’t deny her the pleasure.

Her pussy tightened around my cock, another wave of moisture sheathing my length. She constricted around me hard until the euphoria passed.

Now I really wanted to come. There was nothing hotter than watching my wife come for me.

I pulled my cock out and stared at her beautiful slit. It was still dripping with her arousal, and her white secretions had piled up at the base of my cock. I removed my fingers then pressed my throbbing cock into her ass. Her body resisted at first, but eventually, I was able to get my rock-hard cock inside.

She kept her hands behind her back as she moaned at the feel of my enormous dick. Quiet whimpers escaped her lips while she acclimated to the extensive stretching.

I fucked her slowly, for her sake and for mine. If I moved any quicker, I’d come a lot sooner than I wanted to. She already came, so it was my turn to find my release. But I wanted to enjoy this a little longer, to fuck her a little harder.

“Come in my ass,” she said through her moans. “Please.”

An involuntary moan escaped my lips. My wife wanted my come, and I was going to give it to her. All of it. “You want my come, Button?”

I gripped her hips with my hands, and she wrapped her fingers around my wrists. “Give it to me.”

I set one foot on the bed and fucked her mercilessly, ramming into her until she screamed. My cock pounded her ass over and over, all nine inches. Only seconds after that, I found my release. “Fuck…” I released inside her, depositing my hot seed deep inside the woman I owned.

She squeezed my wrists tighter as she stiffened. “Yes…”

Taking my come turned her on as much as everything else. I grunted as I dumped the final drops of my come inside her, packing her ass with mounds of it. My cock slowly softened, but I enjoyed the final sensations of pleasure.

I wanted to sit inside her a while longer, but I needed to wash off. Once I did that, I could fuck her again. I pulled out and stared at her gaping asshole, looking at my handiwork. I watched the white come rest at the entrance.

I leaned over her and tilted her chin toward my face. I gave her a kiss with my eyes open, staring at the satisfied look in her eyes. I didn’t care about the argument we had earlier because I just proved my point.

She was mine—and I could do whatever I wanted.

3

Cane

The winery was warm in the Tuscan sun. The leaves were deep green and crisp, and the purple grapes contrasted against the wooden spikes that held the vines. I left my car on the rock path and ventured up the cobblestones and into the Italian fortress where my brother housed his business.

His legal business.

I moved past the tasting room and to his office in the rear. He had a large window that overlooked the vineyards on the hillside, prime real estate for someone who was on the phone and working all the time.

I ignored his receptionist because I was a Barsetti. I didn’t have to check in with anybody.

Crow sat behind his desk with the phone pressed to his ear. He sat upright in the chair wearing a black suit. A light blue tie hung down his chest, contrasting against the vase of red flowers that sat on the corner of his mahogany desk. Crow wasn’t much of a decorator, so that must be the handiwork of his assistant or Pearl.