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I chuckle lowly at how worried she sounds, even though she’s turned on. What a heady combination. To ease her mind, I kiss the side of Kit’s neck and drag a hand down her spine. “Yes. I promise. If you wanna take this inside, we can. But I don’t wanna move. I wanna fuck my wife for the first time. Right here. Our brand throbbin’ on my thigh. You lookin’ sexy as fuck by the fire.”

Sittin’ back to look me in the eye, her fingers laced behind my neck, Kit doesn’t say a word when she slides both hands into my cut, to peel it off my shoulders. Givin’ her space to drape it over the back of the chair, she then takes it a step further and lifts the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. Tossing it to the ground, she exposes all of me to her. The firelight casts a warm glow over her face and my pecs. Scraping her nails across my chest, she rocks her hips and squeezes around my girth. Turned the hell on, I groan as she undulates on my lap. To help her along, I palm her ass—one hand on each cheek. She tweaks my nipples and twists them hard. I snarl, my legs tightening as I fuck into her depths.

“You like that?” she taunts, her nails biting into my sensitive flesh.

“Yes,” I growl darkly and dare her with my eyes to take it further, to give me more.

What does the minx do? She stands, leaving just the tip of my cock inside her wetness. Looking down upon me, Kit cuffs her delicate fingers around my throat, forcing my head back, to look her in the eye. And fuck do I look, ’cause I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My fingertips embed in her ass cheeks as a feral snarl rattles in my throat.

“Who’s in charge?” she goads.

“You,” I croak, trying to swallow as she applies pressure.

“Now, why don’t I believe that?” Her curious head cocks to the side, judging, assessing.

I don’t understand why she doesn’t believe it. Because she’s in charge. She owns me, and I fuckin’ own her, so does the depravity. It loves her the most. Craves her the most. When I open my mouth to explain, she leans down and whispers in my ear, “Come out and play. You know you want to,” her sultry voice beckons.

I blink, and my wife’s bare back is against the brick wall of the clubhouse, her legs around my naked waist, nails embedded in my shoulders as I rut her like an animal. My teeth sink into her neck, sucking deep, hungry welts into flesh as I claim and claim and fuckin’ claim what’s mine.

Her thighs tighten around me in a vise as Kit moans. “I’m gonna come.”

And she does. Wetness splashes my dick and runs down my legs as I pound into her cunt. Not even close to done, I put my woman down gently, pull out, spin her around, plant her palms on the rough brick, and enter that slick heat from behind. On her tippy toes, she meets me thrust for thrust, takin’ everything I give like a goddamn angel. I nip and bite at her shoulders, bruise her hips, smack her fine ass, but I don’t stop. Pleasure licks up my spine, setting my teeth on edge. My breaths expel in sharp pants. Sweat drips, muscles contract. The world fades, leaving only us and her and… soul-aching hunger.

Needing to be closer, to feel more, to crawl inside this perfect human to live for eternity, I splay my hands over hers on the wall, pressing them together, my front against her back, her ass jiggling with each potent thrust.

“Erik,” she sobs in pleasure.

I want to apologize for taking her like this… but I can’t…

I fuck her.

Brutal and goddamn unrelenting.

I shatter her into a million tiny pieces and glue them back together over and over again.

Her cries are music on the wind.

Her heat, heaven on earth.

Her scent, maddening.

This is mine.

Forever.

For me.

Only me.

And I make every inch of her feel it as I consume what’s mine.

I drag my lips against Kit’s ear and nip the lobe enough to sting. “How many times can this husband make his old lady come tonight?” I torment.

Kit babbles in response as I grip her hip and fuck deep, balls slapping that ass.

The dark, insatiable hunger unfurls in my belly, stretching itself wide, filling in all the spaces.

I blink, and my woman’s on her knees in the grass, sucking my fat cock, taking as much as she can between shiny, swollen lips. Wanting it all, I cup the back of her head and push in. Swallowing around my shaft, she holds her breath ’til it’s gone, all of it inside her, nuts against her chin, my skull tattoo kissing her face. Kit’s eyes widen as I pause there, tears dripping down her cheeks, but I don’t pull back, nor does she ask me to. She endures until her body quakes. She endures until her eyes roll into the back of her skull. Only then do I relent, and she collapses forward, gasping for air.

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