Sleep in my bed (slight smut)

2yrs

I was still stuck married at the two-year mark into this world.

To be honest, my plan was so simple that I'd be free as a bird flying away high in the sky.

Instead, I was the duck that got shot down during game season and I was with my handsome, unwilling husband still.

Presently, manager I made one hundred thousand pounds a month, close, really close, I did on a side personal training, another thirty thousand a month, people really paid for quality, no matter what quality service is... Well for those who can afford it is in high demand.

Especially when then they saw that you were someone famous, I wasn't I just had my husband his friends in this he was still quite useful at least as a husband... and my stalker how could forget the male who had succumbed willingly to my rape and sweetly when I had passed out from orgasmic bliss taken me to his home.

Oh yes, and the wolf with some from his pack, I can not forget the mongrel; as handsome as he was as well. Such wonderful people they were, of course, a few I had to put in their place I was not a pushover and I don't accept lip from some random c*nt but other than that all was really good.

I felt hot again, this feeling was riding me for months, my poor fingers were used and abused because thinking back-

I shook that thought away, now I had to handle this the feeling left me short of breath and my heart was stuttering in my chest, just to get where I stood now took so much effort that really I had to inwardly pat myself on my back.

My husband was in the shower; seemingly oblivious to my predicament, me being a total creeper, I watching him. I had to appreciate his godlike body because really a form like that could only be worthy of praise for gods.

Long powerful legs, tapered hips, his chiselled chest-

I groaned, my heart slowing I admit yet again he really did good with his body, my description was all from glimpses from my sister's view from that domain.

Opening the door, I walked in and stood for a moment making an honest confirmation.

Ah yes, my descriptions before were not groundless 100% god-level body ah.

I sighed and approached him til I was behind him. I felt my heart speed up just a little more circulating the blood yet again, a respite yes I had to do this, if not-.

"If I take you, you will be my wife, sleep in my bed and treat me as your husband."

"yes,"

I agreed without hesitation. As he snatched me off my feet dragging me closer to him, I sighed warmly, it was as if I was being embraced by a live inferno, ah the word hit is the perfect description of him. I closed my eyes and parted my lips in a gasp which he swallowed with a kiss spreading my legs so I was straddling him as he lifted me as if my seventy kilograms of weight was not (pfft duh it would be looking at him...)

Let us be honest here as a woman who has slept with another man I felt that I'm a sexual female. I've Brought about many deaths of my poor toys, sigh, at least my husband and stalker were wonderful enough to purchase a bunch for me. Ah, how wonderful, even though they knew how I felt I was not pressured, my husband even though that day to he had "collected" me from an affair... He said nothing and treated me like normal and really we acted like it was not a problem.

S**t I was so guilty, I avoided the stalker-like the plague and quit the job, of course after a bit we saw each other and just acted like friends-

"Ahh!!"

I cried out, my mind filled with pain as he bit my lip hard enough drawing blood; I trembled in his arms, freezing when he tightened his grip on me, dropping me on the massive bed.

I bounced, eyes widening to stare at the up-close-drool-worthy-body.

He was bulky but not overly so, I mean he was over two meters in height. Just look at this perfect sculpture of a man; he had those broad shoulders that I can sit on and have sat on, a chest that can be used as a pillow or to run your tongue on.

Sadly, I've personally not had that honour but that's fine I will soon, I Satrya Bennett will finally ah... Finally... Be... Able... To... Ah-

He let the towel drop!

The towel has dropped!

I repeat, it has dropped!

I wiped an invisible tear from my left eye, lips parted when I saw the thing between his legs slowly stand to attention; about two inches past his navel.

Ah, no wonder my sister sometimes shrieked in the memories... I think I will too, but from pure unabashed pleasure... I will scream from pain-filled, pleasure, ah, and erm hope he doesn't move my womb in the process of "ploughing the fields".

In a move, so face while I was still daydreaming of being ploughed, he covered my smaller form and blew in my ear then spoke.

"Satrya, since I will be taking you for the first time in over ten years, this will be longer and slightly painful, but I promise... Wife that you will scream from pleasure,"

Between my legs flooded.

It was as if the rain had fallen and the normal few drops of water from my "cave" became flooded, escaping into the "unknown" soaking my lacy panties.

I quivered from the anticipation even swallowing excess saliva. I reached up and raked my nails across his back, loving how he shivered groaning deeply.

Capturing my lips suddenly, he used one hand to hold himself up, while the other to grip my jaw to keep my head in place.

Immediately, I opened my mouth to allow his tongue entry, so as to not repeat the punishing bite from before, as if to reward me for being so obedient he probed my mouth slowly; tongue partnering with my own dancing in tune with each other in a mixture of... Erm, spit. And touching of flesh. I became so lost that my hips began to twist, legs falling open and even failing to notice when I was suddenly stripped bare and laid on top of him.