The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

He kept his pace slow so he could watch me enjoy him. He studied my reactions, watching the way my eyes filled with tears as I surrounded his dick with my come. He watched my mouth widen into a scream. His hips worked slowly to thrust inside me, to slide through the cream I produced just for him.

When I finished, I brought his face close to mine and held on to him. “I want your come inside me…” I grabbed his ass and directed his thrusts deep inside me, wanting him to explode with his eyes locked on mine.

His cock was so thick, it started to hurt. He crushed his body to mine, his hard stomach grinding against my pelvic bone. Without increasing his pace, he hit me deeper and deeper, his entire body tightening as he prepared for the goodness that would make him shudder.

My nails cut into his skin, and my pussy tightened in preparation for the seed he was about to give me. I wanted to take my husband’s come, feel his satisfaction inside me. “Come on…”

He rested his forehead against mine as he gave his final pumps, his hips moving a little quicker as he shoved himself inside me. When he hit his trigger, his entire body tightened, and he closed his eyes as he succumbed to the climax. A sexy groan escaped his throat as he shuddered, his cock releasing inside me. He pumped me full of his come, the heavy substance so warm.

It was everything I had fantasized it would be, the kind of pleasure that made my toes curl until they cramped. My hands gripped his back, and I brought him close to me, his cock still hard inside me. “Again.”

Maverick resumed his life like nothing had changed.

He got up early, worked out, and had breakfast before heading to work. He stayed at the office most of the day then drove into the city to meet with clients. He was closed off and a little cold during the day, but when he came to bed, he was the aggressive wolf that kept the sheets warm.

I drove to the factory on the other side the property and found him sitting at his desk in his office. His laptop was there, along with piles of paperwork and an empty ashtray. He sat in the leather chair and looked out the window, enjoying the sight of the house in the distance. From this angle, he could see the road that led to the factory, so he probably saw my car as I approached.

He didn’t turn around to look at me.

He could pretend that night didn’t affect him, but it clearly did. It still left noticeable scars in his eyes, a trauma that he couldn’t easily forget. Even though Kamikaze threatened me and he was a horrible man, Maverick hadn’t been eager to kill him. He was willing to sacrifice his life for mine, but he wasn’t bloodthirsty like most men.

I leaned against the doorframe and stared at him.

His chin was propped on his fingertips as he examined his property. With the cooler weather, he wore dark blazers over his t-shirts and traded his shoes for boots. He’d gotten a haircut recently, so it directed more attention to his handsome face. He was a beautiful man…and he was mine.

I stepped farther into the room and rested my fingertips against the mahogany wood. The picture frame I gave him for his birthday sat there. His pretty mother smiled at the camera as she posed with her son. It was one of the rare times I could actually see Maverick smile rather than pout. I picked up the frame and looked it before setting it down again.

He still didn’t look at me.

He always seemed to be in a mood. “What’s bothering you?”

“Why do you assume that something is?”

“Because I know you.”

He finally dropped his propped elbow and gave me his full focus. His eyes looked like steaming coffee, and his lips looked kissable. Whenever they devoured my naked body, they were so aggressive. He ate my pussy just as hard as he ate my mouth. He stared at me with that dark look.

“There’s always something bothering you.”

He smiled slightly, finding that truth comical. “True.”

“So, what is it this time?” I came around the desk and leaned against the hard wood. With my arms crossed over my chest and the window in front of me, I waited for his tale.

He turned his gaze out the window once more.

“Is it Kamikaze?”

He shook his head slightly. “I don’t care about that.”

“Then what’s on your mind?”

He didn’t blink, his eyes taking in the landscape. “I called my father before it happened. Told him what Kamikaze and I were about to do. He didn’t say much…”

He didn’t need to give me the details to convey his pain. Even with Maverick on the verge of death, his father didn’t care about him. That man was so cold that I didn’t understand how his blood hadn’t frozen over.