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SPADE

My beautiful wife blinked. Her cheeks flushed.

“I’m soaking.” I could hear the hesitation in her voice. She was shy to admit it, but too turned on to care.

“Get naked. I wanna see your tits. I want you to squeeze them and pinch your nipples until it hurts and arouses you.”

Biting her bottom lip, she eagerly did as I said, unfastening her bra, dropping it on the bed. And then she cupped her gorgeous tits, pinching those pink nipples, rolling them with her fingers. She sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, baby. Do you know what I want right now?” I asked in a low, rough voice with a raw hunger in my eyes.

“What?” she asked breathlessly between pants.

“I want your tit in my mouth. I want to suck it hard, bite that tiny nipple until you moan and writhe, and beg me to fuck your pussy.” My muscles clenched below my abdomen as pleasure rushed through me. I fought hard not to close my eyes as I wanted to see the treasured beauty before me, pleasuring herself, losing herself in her own desire.

She moaned, threw her head back, wet her fingers with her saliva, and slipped them in her shorts. She gasped and spread her legs wider. Her toes curled.

“So fucking beautiful.” Breathing raggedly, my heart pounded like thunder in my ribcage as I quickened my pumping. I jerked and shuddered. My skin tightened. Every muscle in my body contracted.

“Spade.” She bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes.

My name sounded like her moan to my ear, making me shudder. “It feels good, baby. I think of my hand as your mouth, sucking me hard, taking me all in until my cock nudges your throat.”

She sucked in a breath, eyes flew open, gazing down at me with savage satisfaction and hunger. “Do you want me to do it for you?”

“If I can eat you, then yes. Show me your fingers. Show me how wet you are for me, baby.”

She pulled her hand off her shorts, showing me her fingers coated with her arousal mixed with blood.

“Yes, baby!” I groaned again, bucking against the bed as the sensation and anticipation were overwhelming me. “Take off your shorts. Fuck your pussy with your fingers. I wanna watch you come.”

Without protest, she did, I told her so, spread her legs wide, slid her fingers into her folds, and started pumping in and out. I could see blood, and I didn’t even feel dirty. In fact, it turned me on that she was honest and chose to pleasure herself.

“That’s it, baby. I’m so fucking hard, watching you right now. You’re fucking beautiful. I love that pink, sweet, tight little greedy cunt. Lose yourself, baby. Pinch that pulsing clit.”

“God, Spade!” She dragged herself as she lay on her back, her shaky legs voluntarily spread for me. My dirty words made her drench. I could hear the sound of her wetness.

“It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” I continued pumping fast and hard, flexing my hips. “Come for me and spread it all over your pussy, baby.”

She moaned, writhed, squeezed her tit with one hand, rocked her hips into her fingers, and sobbed as she came uncontrollably.

Christ, she was beautiful.

Watching her lose in her own orgasm was my undoing.

“Fuck!” I choked, breathing raggedly. My own orgasm hit with such cataclysmic force, white-hot ecstasy blasted me apart. I growled as I jerked my release hard on my fingers.

I hadn’t recovered. I crawled towards her, cupped her head, and slammed my mouth into hers. She gasped into my mouth, and death gripped around my arms.

I kissed her hard and deep, turning violent, almost bruising. She let go of her grip and wrapped her arms around me, digging her fingers against my back, scraping them through my spine.

“Fuck. Do it again.” I growled hoarsely into her mouth, sucking her tongue and biting her lip.

And then she did it. I loved the flesh-tearing, aching, tender grazing pain. It made me hard again.

She felt my dick, nudging against her thigh, and she knew what I needed. I moaned into her mouth as she wrapped her small fingers around my cock, stroking me.

“Fuck, baby.” I let her breathe for a second before I kissed her again, hard and passionately. A choked moan escaped her throat. Then I kneed her legs apart before sliding my hand between her thighs, parting her soaked folds, gliding my fingers inside her.

She froze for a moment and tried to close her thighs, and I groaned into her mouth, biting her bottom lip.

Her hips bucked as I pinched her clit, punishing her for her resistance.

“I don’t care about blood, I want to fucking feel you clamp around my fingers since you don’t let me fuck you with my cock. Do you understand me?”

She cracked her eyes open and stared at me with hesitation. “But—”

“I don’t feel dirty.” I kissed her again as I started to fuck her with my fingers, thrusting in and out, and pressing my thumb against her clit.

Her helpless moans and my harsh groans echoed in the room as she stroked me hard and fast. My dick hardened and swelled against her grip.

“Come for me.” Then I slapped her pussy.

She yelped and moaned, spreading her thighs wide.

“God, do it again!” she screamed. Her voice is hoarse.

I did it again and again and moved my head down, capturing and ravishing her tit with my hungry mouth, sucking her tipped-hard nipple, flicking it with my tongue.

Her silky soft walls began to clamp around my fingers, and my dick jerked as she gripped me hard and fondled my balls.

My orgasm snapped, and she finally did, screaming my name in violent body jerks.

As my breathing steadied and my heartbeat calmed down, I got up and scooped her in my arms. I brought her to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Without a word, we showered together. We washed and put soap on each other. Kneeling, I cleaned between her legs, washing off her come and her blood.

She was my wife. I took care of her body, her needs, and her well-being, and that included her period, as I promised to take care of her physical, mental, and emotional health.

Once I was done, I squeezed a good amount of her shampoo and spread it onto her hair, and I didn’t realize she was watching me through the spray.

“You don’t use a tampon on your first day?” I gave her my body wash and turned around. “Can you put soap on my back?”

“It’s light on my first day. I don’t see it’s necessary, but heavy on my second day.” She took it from me and started spreading the soap from my shoulder down to my ass, squeezing it.

“Is that part of my washing me?”

She pressed herself against my back and wrapped her arms around me. “I love your ass.”

“I know you do, baby. You always ogled at my back when you were still my assistant.” I felt her body shake. “Wait. You thought I didn’t know?”

“Maybe a part of me wants you to know, to notice me, not just to yell at me.”

I turned around to face her and cupped her head. “You are beautiful, Robyn, inside and out. It’s not hard not to notice you, even a blind man can see it, but I have the feeling you don’t even know it.”

“I think that’s a nice pitch.”

“I think that’s a nice pitch.”

“I have a confession.” I watched her eyes slightly widen in curiosity.

“Okay. Tell me.”

“I lied about the maid who cleaned and changed you into my clothes.”

She guffawed. “Creepy, but what’s more creepy was you changing me with one eye closed.”

“Not really.” I shook my head in amusement. She wasn’t only beautiful. She was also funny and witty. She had a huge heart, and I was just the luckiest man.

“I wanna get angry with you right now, but it’s too late to do that. You can kiss me now before I change my mind and the hot water runs cold.”

God, I fucking love this woman more than anything in this world.

And she didn’t have to say it twice. I leaned down and kissed her with fierce desperation and passion.