Page 85 of Prettiest Little Thief
She was actively looking for employment and trying to settle back into normal life after the abuse. Sarah had a lot of adjusting to do, but she had plenty of people to help her. I just wanted her to be happy.
“How deep are your connections involving Christian and Joseph’s disappearances? Are you sure nothing will pop up?” Monroe asked me.
My lips tipped up into a grin as I watched my wife undress, wiggling her hips to push down her pants. “Fox, Evan, Jericho, and I all discussed every angle of questioning the cops could think of.” I shrugged. “There are also perks to owning your own tech company. Access to the best hackers in the world. Vanishing videos that no one can dig back up.”
Her panties fell to the floor, and I nearly choked as I took in her pretty pussy.
“Hopefully it’s all good in the hood for everyone involved.” She unsnapped her bra and threw it next to her underwear. Her nipples went taut as the air hit them.
“Everything will be fine,” I managed to get out. My cock was getting harder by the second.
Monroe looked down at her nude form and then back up to me. “Are you going to do something about this?” She motioned toward her body with a hand.
“What would you like me to do, little thief?” I stalked toward her.
“Anything you want, Mr. Knight. Just make me come.”
“I can do that.” I swept my fingers down the sides of her belly, eliciting a shiver from her. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs.”
Monroe followed my instructions, thighs spread wide. My mouth watered as I stared at her wetness. It pooled beneath her ass onto the sheets. Fuck. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was soaked.
“Touch yourself, wife.” I pulled my shirt over my head, adding it to the collection of clothes already on the floor. The rest of my clothing followed suit.
Monroe’s fingers circled her clit, soft moans already coming from her sweet fucking mouth. She dipped two fingers into her pink slit, and that’s when I pounced, bringing my thumb to her delicate nub. Her back arched at my touch, and her heels dug into the mattress.
My gaze landed on her beautiful face as she watched me, biting her plush bottom lip.
“Do you like when I touch you?”
She nodded and pinched one of her erect nipples with her other hand.
“Such a good girl for a little thief.” I gripped my dick, stroking myself slowly. Base to tip.
“I want you inside me, Lucas,” she confessed in a sultry voice.
“Anything for you.”
Monroe removed her digits from her pussy, and I replaced them within seconds, my cock sliding into the hilt.
“Oh.” My wife’s eyes closed as I set a fast pace.
“Open your eyes and watch me fuck you,” I growled.
Her eyes popped open, her stare locked onto mine. Monroe’s cheeks were a pretty pink, her lips parted. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she was mine.
I grabbed her hips, lifting her lower body from the bed. She writhed and wiggled, toes curling at the punishing rhythm. Monroe clawed at the sheets, her tits bouncing and her center clenching around me.
My wife was close to spiraling as my length hit that special spot inside her. She cried out as her cunt fluttered around me, thighs stiffening. My balls drew up as I chased my own orgasm, my cock spasming as I spilled into Monroe. I collapsed next to her and pulled her into my arms, our bodies coated in a fine layer of sweat.
She ran a dainty hand over my tattooed chest, gently circling the scar where the bullet went through. “Such a daddy,” she murmured.
I barked out a laugh. “A daddy?”
“Mmmhmmm.” Monroe snuggled closer with no other explanation. For a few moments, we sat in silence as we caught our breath. “What should we do withAnastasia’s Keepsake?”
“What would you like to do with it?” I asked, playing with a strand of her dark hair.
“I was thinking maybe we should give it to Alina. It technically belongs to her, right?”
