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“This pussy is mine.”
My eyes locked on her pussy, watching my cock disappear into her. She felt like heaven, her face flushed as her pleasure-glazed eyes locked on me. Her drenched folds strangled my shaft, and her moans urged me to go faster and deeper.
“Yes, Byron… Oh, oh,oh.”
I circled her clit, keeping my cock at the right angle to push against her G-spot. I loved my name on her lips, the way she moaned it. The way she gave me all her desire. All ofher.
It was as it always should have been.
She rotated her hips in an attempt to get my thumb to circle harder, desperate for more.
I chuckled. “My greedy wife wants to ride both my cock and my hand.”
“Byron,” she moaned. She was desperate for it, the orgasm only I could grant her.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” I murmured, toying with her and torturing myself.
“It’s yours,” she panted, her tone pleading. “My pussy has always been yours. I’ve always been yours.”
Hearing her admission was a rush unlike any other. It was six years in the fucking making. We deserved this.
I increased my pace, thrusting all the way in, my eyes closing in delight as her pussy contracted around me, milking me for all I was worth. My thumb on her clit moved harder, and I watched, mesmerized, as my wife shattered beneath me.
Her eyes still glazed over from her orgasm, she pushed her fingers into my hair. She arched her hips and wrapped her slim legs around me, moving with me. Her moans urged me to go harder until I came apart in a powerful orgasm that rippled from the base of my spine.
Slumping over her, Madeline’s mouth came to my temple and she kissed me—softly—while my cock still twitched, spilling deep inside her.
When my breathing slowed and I came down from my high, I met my wife’s gaze. She smiled softly, her expression relaxed.
“That was—” She sighed dreamily. “Just amazing.”
“Only because it’s you.” I dropped my forehead to hers with a sigh. I already wanted more of her.
I’d make everything right. I’d be worthy of her and fix it all. Starting with what my father had wronged.
I’d make all of my wife’s dreams come true.
Chapter51
Odette
Distractedly, I listened to the principal of The River School list all the amenities and extra-curricular activities they currently had for their first graders. Except, I couldn’t find an ounce of enthusiasm for anything she had listed. Well, maybe French being taught as a foreign language, but my son already spoke French.
“Our students thrive here. We have children of some prominent political families in attendance, and I’m sure—”
This time, I outright stopped listening. Ares clutched my hand, unwilling to let go. I didn’t need to ask him to know he didn’t like the school. After spending years with Billie, the free spirit, and then a year in Ghana, this place seemed too stuffy.
I smiled and nodded for another twenty minutes until I found my window of opportunity to sneak out. The principal was distracted with another mother who protested about her son playing with a certain kid who liked to eat popsicles that weren’t “sugar- and dairy-free.”
Like, seriously?
“Ready to get out of here, buddy?” I asked Ares in French. He nodded eagerly and started dragging me toward the exit. Byron’s driver—Bernard—was already waiting for us and immediately opened the door as we approached.
“Mrs. Ashford,” he greeted me. “Little Ares. How did you like the school?” Ares’s grimace was his answer. Bernard chuckled. “Not to worry, little man. You’ll find the right one.”
I didn’t think there would be one in this city though.
Ares slid into the seat with me right next to him. Immediately, he reached for his train and turned to me.
