Chapter 167 #167

Chapter 167 #167
Chapter 167
~Shailyn~
I walked into our bedroom. The drive back from the facility had been a blur of relief, but now that I was home, the silence felt… peaceful. 

Dwayne was sitting on the edge of our bed, his tablet abandoned beside him. He looked up the second I entered, his eyes searching mine for any sign of a crack.

He pulled me onto his lap, his hold tight and grounding. "How was it? How is he?"

I leaned my head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne, the one that always felt like safety. "He’s a mess, Dwayne. He’s thin, pale… he looks like a ghost. But the scary part isn't how he looks. It’s that he actually had the audacity to tell me he 'forgives' me."

Dwayne pulled back just enough to look at me, a dark, disbelieving laugh escaping him. "He forgives you? For what? Being better than him?"

"Essentially," I said, a small, tired smile touching my lips. "He started throwing a tantrum when I told him I didn't need his forgiveness. He started punching things, screaming that he was a Belmar and that everything I had belonged to him."

Dwayne’s jaw tightened. "I should have been there."

"No," I said, reaching up to cup his face. "I needed to do it alone. I needed to see that he can't hurt me anymore. He’s just a broken man in a clinical room, Dwayne. He has no power. Not over the company, and definitely not over us."

Dwayne watched me for a long moment, the tension in his frame slowly bleeding away as he realized I was truly okay. A slow, predatory smirk began to replace his concern. "So, you handled the big, bad Dante Belmar all by yourself? My brave CEO."

"I did," I teased, feeling the familiar spark of heat between us. "And now I'm exhausted."

"Exhausted, huh?" He shifted, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips. "The twins are out cold."

"Is that right?" I leaned closer, my nose brushing against his. "And what does the COO suggest we do with all this… quiet?"

"I suggest," he whispered, his voice dropping, getting deeper as his thumbs began to trace slow, deliberate circles over the silk of my dress, "that we stop talking about work. And Dante. And the past."

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine, teasing but not quite committing to the kiss. I felt a shiver run down my spine, the lingering stress of the day completely vanishing under the weight of his gaze. 

"You've been so focused on everyone else's needs lately, Shailyn," he murmured, his mouth moving to the sensitive skin just below my ear. "I think it's time someone focused entirely on yours."

He nipped at my earlobe, and I couldn't help the small gasp that escaped me. His hands migrated upward, the heat of his palms seeping through my clothes, pulling me flush against his chest. 

"I like the sound of that," I whispered, pulling him down toward the pillows.

I stood before Dwayne in the sexy black lingerie I had happened to wear this morning. The deep plunging neckline framed my breasts, delicate lace flowers barely covering my hard nipples, while the short hem barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. 

Dwayne’s eyes darkened the moment I stepped out of the bathroom. “Fuck, Shai… you look like so sexy in black. My pregnant wife is trying to ruin me today?”

I walked toward him slowly, hips swaying. “You like what your wife is wearing for you?”

He pulled me against him roughly, hands sliding over the sheer fabric, palming my heavier breasts. “Like it? I’m going to destroy you in it.”

He kissed me hard, tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers kept touching my body. I moaned into the kiss, feeling his cock already thick and hard against my belly. He broke away only to spin me around, pressing my back to his chest.

“Stay just like this,” he growled against my ear, one hand cupping my breast, pinching my nipple through the lace while the other slipped between my thighs. He pushed the tiny thong aside and dragged two fingers through my slick folds. “Already dripping. This pregnant pussy is always so greedy for me.”

“Dwayne…” I gasped, pushing back against his hand. “Touch me properly. I need your fingers inside.”

He plunged two thick fingers deep, curling them instantly against that spot that made my knees weak. His thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing firm, fast circles. “Like this? You want your husband to finger-fuck you while you’re still dressed like this for him?”

“Yes…harder,” I begged, grinding against his hand. “Make me come on your fingers first.”

He added a third finger, stretching me, thrusting deep and rough while sucking on my neck. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he worked me closer to the edge.

“Come for me, wife,” he rasped. “Let me feel this tight cunt squeeze my fingers.”

The orgasm hit fast and sharp. I cried out, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around his fingers as I soaked his hand.

He didn’t give me time to recover. He spun me around, pushed me onto the bed on my back, and stripped off his clothes. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, leaking at the tip. I reached for him immediately, wrapping both hands around his shaft.

“My turn,” I whispered, stroking him slowly. “Let your wife take care of you.”

I leaned down and took him into my mouth, sucking the head first, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. Dwayne groaned, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Fuck, Shai… your mouth feels so good. Suck your husband’s cock. Deeper.”

I took him further, bobbing my head, hollowing my cheeks while one hand stroked the base and the other gently rolled his balls. Spit dripped down his shaft, making everything wet and messy. He thrust shallowly into my throat, groaning my name.

“Enough,” he growled, pulling me up. “I need to be inside you. Ride me, baby. Let me watch my pregnant wife fuck me.”

I straddled his hips, pushing the sheer babydoll up around my waist. I guided his thick cock to my entrance and sank down slowly, both of us moaning as he stretched me open, filling me completely until I was seated fully on him.

“So deep,” I breathed, rolling my hips. “You feel perfect inside me.”

I started riding, slow, grinding circles at first, then lifting and slamming down harder, taking every inch. My breasts bounced under the sheer chiffon, nipples clearly visible. Dwayne gripped my hips, helping me move faster, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipples roughly.

“Bounce on this dick, Shai. Let me see those tits move while you ride your husband.”

I leaned forward, hands on his chest, riding him harder, fast, deep strokes that made wet slapping sounds echo in the room. He thrust up to meet me, hitting that spot deep inside with every drop.

“Switch,” he rasped. “On your knees. Ass up.”

I moved onto all fours. He knelt behind me, gripped my hips, and thrust back in with one powerful stroke. I cried out at the depth.

“Yes…fuck me like that deep and hard.”

He pounded into me rough, loving strokes that bottomed out every time, his balls slapping against my clit. One hand fisted my hair gently, the other reached around to rub my clit in tight circles.

“Harder,” I begged. “Ruin your pregnant wife’s pussy. Make me scream.”

He slapped my ass sharply, then gripped both hips and fucked me faster, deeper. The angle was devastating. Pressure built again, coiling tight in my belly.

“I’m close Dwayne…I’m so close.”

He flipped me onto my back suddenly, hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half. The new depth was overwhelming. He drove into me hard and relentless, eyes locked on mine.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “Watch your husband fuck you. Watch me claim you again.”

Our gazes stayed glued together as he pounded sweat-slick bodies, ragged breaths. I felt him swell inside me, throbbing.

“Come with me,” I gasped. “Fill me up, please.”

He buried himself to the hilt one final time, groaning my name as he came, hot, thick pulses flooding deep inside me, triggering my own shattering climax. 

The orgasm was the strongest yet, my whole body convulsed, pussy clenching violently around him, milking every drop while I screamed, vision whitening out, toes curling hard.

We trembled together, locked tight, breathing ragged. He stayed buried inside me, gently lowering my legs and kissing me slow and reverent, forehead pressed to mine.

“I love you, Shailyn,” he whispered, voice raw with emotion. “My wife. My everything.”

Tears of pure happiness slipped down my cheeks. I cupped his face, smiling up at him.

“I love you too, Dwayne. More than anything. Forever.”