Page 163 of Bride By Initiation

"Yes! Only you! Oh God! Oh fuck, Sean," she cries out, her body convulsing harder between me and the cool quartz.

I shout, "That's it, my little brat. You squeeze your tight pussy on my cock and come all over me!"

"Yes. Fuck me harder!" she screams in delirium, her stare still on the threesome.

"You like it when I talk dirty, don't you, my little wife?"

"Yes! Sean! Oh God," she breathes, gripping the edge of the countertop.

A tidal wave of adrenaline assaults me. I blurt out, "Jesus fucking Christ. You know how much I fucking love you, you fucking little brat?" I grunt, then release inside her, thrusting through it.

"Yes! I love it too," she claims, trembling so hard she's barely breathing.

I fist her hair tighter. "I don't mean sex, Zara. I fucking love you! Always have," I bellow, my erection swelling to the maximum point of pleasure.

She whimpers, her knees buckling, as I collapse over her, breathing hard, kissing the back of her neck.

I told her I love her.

She didn't say it back.

She blinks hard, then unglues her eyes off the scene across the way, turning her head to look at me.

I slowly slide out of her, grab a towel, and clean her up. Then I move her panties back over and tug her skirt down. I pull her backward, spin her to face me, and reach underneath her armpits. I hoist her up on the counter.

Breathing hard, she meets my eyes.

Oh shit. She's freaked out now.

I plant my hands on either side of her and lean closer. Vulnerability floods my chest. My voice is hoarse. "I meant it, Zara. I love you. I always have."

Happiness fills her expression. She cups my cheeks and blinks hard. "I love you too."

Surprise fills me. "You do?"

She smiles. "Yes. Of course I do."

My lips twitch. "Is it because I bought this penthouse for you?"

She laughs, teasing, "No. But since a happy wife makes a happy life, it was an excellent move on your part." She winks.

I chuckle and kiss her again, holding her tighter to me.

She slides her arms around me, one hand running through my hair, kissing me back with as much affection as I give her.

I retreat. "I probably need to get you to work now, don't I?"

She pouts. "You mean I have to leave this place?"

I shrug. "Sorry. You can come back tonight. I'll have all of our stuff moved in by then."

"You will?" she asks, beaming.

"Of course, my little brat."

She claps and then tosses her arms back around me. "Thanks. You're the best husband ever."

"There. That's what I've been waiting for," I admit.

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