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“What the hell, Paradise?” I ask him.

“When did you get that? Tell me you aren’t wearing something for me that you bought for another man.” In another instant, he manages to rip the gown completely off my body. I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t move.

“Are you kidding me? You’re jealous again?”

“Yes,” he readily admits.

I stand straight and let him admire my naked body. “So what if I did? We were separated for a long time. You know your girl has needs.” I step closer to him and press my breasts against his chest.

“If my wife has needs, they are formeto fill. No one else.” He pulls me into him and grabs my naked butt cheeks. He squeezes them so hard, I get goosebumps. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him.

“Then shut up and fill me.” I crash my mouth on his and sigh in happiness. I start to unbutton his shirt while we kiss, but he roughly grabs my hands and puts them down.

“I don’t think you deserve to touch me,” he growls. He breaks the kiss, leaving me panting and wanting more. He wants more too. I see the evidence of it in his pants. I reach for him but he steps back and waves his index finger in my face. “Uh-uh. Not so fast.”

He snatches me, spins me around, and bends me over the sink. I stick my ass out and shake it for him.

“Drake!” I yell and he slaps me hard. I hear the sounds of his belt, followed by his zipper. When I turn around to watch, he turns my head and covers my mouth with one of his hands. He aligns himself at my slit. I can feel the beads of pre-cum on his tip. He rubs himself at my entrance, and I moan like a greedy slut. I bite his hand, and he slides into me.

He lets go of my mouth and grabs my hips. He fucks me hard, squeezing his big hands around my soft flesh. I expected him to take me to bed and make slow love to me, but I guess not. This is good too.

“Tell me who your husband is,” he orders. All I can do is throw my head back and moan because I’m too far gone in ecstasy. “Tell me or I stop.” And he does just that.

“You, jerk. Fuck me.” I stick my ass out and start to move. “Drake,” I say. “You’re my husband.” He grabs my hips again and thrusts deep. He slows down, and instead of slamming into me, he works his hips and gives me the deep strokes that I love.

He wraps an arm around my neck and holds me. He squeezes but only slightly, which is just how I like it.

“Hurry up and come, baby girl. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He picks up his pace, and I know he’s close. He starts to come before me, but his moaning and grunting forces me into an orgasm so strong, I see stars.

He stays inside of me until he softens and slides out. He grabs my hips again, but it’s to help me stand up straight.

He turns me around and gives me a slow gentle kiss. I get on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth. I feel myself blush.

He cups my face and says, “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this. I love you too.” He rests his forehead against mine.

Chapter 49

Drake

I move the hand away, but I hear a giggle before she starts tapping my nose with her fingertip. “Wake up,” she says.

“My God, you’re insatiable,” I moan. I pull her on top of me. “You can have more, but you’ll have to ride it this time.” I start to nibble the side of her neck, but she swats me away and rolls off of me.

After fucking her in the bathroom, I took her to bed and made love to her two more times, but just like back then, she really is insatiable.

“Oh, please. I wore you out. You can’t handle any more of this pussy.” She grabs my hand, puts it between her legs, and grinds. “But I have a question.” I roll over to my side and she does the same. It’s almost midnight, and I’m exhausted, but now my curiosity is piqued. “This being Mrs. Paradise thing is kind of intimidating. It was one thing when I planned on making you miserable, but now that’s changed, so I don’t know what to do. I had so many diabolical ideas, so you better stay on my good side.”

“Really? What were you going to do?” The girl I fell in love with all those years ago doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. Even when she tried to make me miserable, it wasn’t all that bad. “Go on a hunger strike whenever you’re around my family?”

“That was meant to piss you off,” she says.

“It worked.”

“Good. My other plan was to walk around naked and give you nothing,” she says,

“What if I did the same to you? You act as if you can keep your hands off me,” I counter. "Even though I still haven't gotten over you sending me away with blue balls a few weeks ago.

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