Buttons and Blame (Buttons 5)

I headed back to my office, knowing she would eventually follow.

When I was back inside, I’d already dropped my jacket and tie. I’d just reached the bottom button of my collared shirt when she walked in, pretending to be annoyed, even though she was nothing of the sort. “You can’t boss me around—”

“Watch me.” I dropped my shirt then patted the desk. “Get on the desk.”

Her eyes immediately burned in offense at the rude way I spoke to her, but just as I predicted, she sauntered into the room and unbuttoned the front of her blouse until it was open, showing her pearl-white bra underneath. She removed her pants next then slowly slid down the black thong that hugged her hips perfectly.

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the mahogany desk. My slacks and boxers moved to my knees, and I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder. I yanked her to the edge of the desk and slid inside her, greeted by her wet arousal immediately. She’d probably started to soak the second I joined her in the warehouse.

She lay with her back against the desk, her tits pushed up in the bra she wore. She grabbed my hips and hung on as I pounded into her, not in the mood for sweet lovemaking. Once I saw her bend over in the fields then wipe her forehead with the back of her hand, I only had one thing on my mind.

I wanted to fuck her.

But my wife loved to be fucked, so she didn’t mind one bit.

Her leg extended to the side of my hips as she kept her knee to her chest. Her fingers maintained a tight grip on my waist so she would never be too far away from me. My hips pounded into her, and my cock plunged deep inside her over and over. As much as I enjoyed screwing her, I didn’t make a single sound.

Button, on the other hand, struggled to keep her mouth shut the entire time. My assistant was just on the other side of the door, and she could hear the slightest noise. But I didn’t care what she overheard. This was my vineyard and my office. I could fuck my wife all day if I wanted to.

A quiet moan escaped Button’s lips and then she held her breath, trying to stay quiet as her orgasm came. She dug her nails into my abs and clawed at me, panting and moaning uncontrollably. Her pussy constricted around my shaft, giving it an erotic hug. For having an attitude about being called in there, she sure came pretty damn fast.

I slowed down my thrusts because I was about to come. I didn’t need any further stimulation because watching my wife try to be quiet during a climax was erotic enough. I shoved myself completely inside her then leaned over her. “When I tell you to get on my desk, you get on my desk. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“When I want to fuck you, I fuck you. Alright?”

“Yes.”

When she had a thick cock inside her, Pearl was strongly cooperative. All that bullshit attitude was left at the door. I was balls deep and ready to explode. “Tell me you love me.”

Her hands moved up my chest, and she dug her nails deep, nearly cutting me just the way I liked. “I love you, husband.”

Nothing got me off more than that. I used to slap a woman before coming. Sometimes I whipped a woman until she bled. When tears were in her eyes because my cock was too big for her ass, that’s when I came undone. But all those dark fantasies no longer excited me. Now the sexiest thing in the world was listening to my wife tell me she loved me.

I’d turned into such a fucking pussy.

I came hard, filling her pussy with all the seed I had. My balls were depleted as I gave her everything, dumping all my love as well as my desire. I was so pissed at her for betraying me, but my anger only reminded me how deeply I loved this woman. Without her, there was no meaning to life. There was no life at all. There wasn’t even me. It was strange to think I’d lived most of my life without her, that my sister died, but I kept moving forward. This little woman had been present for nearly a blink of an eye—but it felt like a lifetime. I would never be able to move on if I lost her.

I finished but stayed buried inside her, considering this pussy to be home. I could stay inside her all day, and I’d done that plenty of times. But now I had to get back to work. The rest of the fun could wait until later.

“Cane, wait—” My assistant’s voice came through the phone.