Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 108: Chapter 108

JOSEF
I fell face first into my wife’s pretty pink pussy and it was the best fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
Well, maybe having her suck the life out of me on her knees was tied with it. But whatever.
I had a lifetime to compare the two.
Yes. Fuck.
I could spend forever just worshipping at her altar. She was such a beauty. Back arched, tits bouncing with each breath she took, eyes closed tight, mouth opened in a silent scream, and her long, red hair billowing behind her like a sail.
So fucking hot. So sexy.
I couldn't help it. I had to own her. Every fucking inch needed to be possessed by me.
Mindless with need, with love, I thrust my tongue inside her pussy. I moaned as her hot little channel squeezed me tight.
Using my thumb to strum her little clit, I fucked her on my face, swallowing every drop of her sweetness.
A long, drawn out moan spilled from her lips, and I wanted to pound my chest like a fucking warrior. But I needed more. I needed her to come on my cock.
Sliding up her body, I notched my dick at her entrance, my hand wrapped around her neck.
Every time I looked at Meredith, desire stirred deep in my gut, my heart quickened, and my breathing became choppy.
“Husband, please,” she said, her small hands gripping my sides.
I pushed inside, feeling every shudder and tremble of her body. Fuck, she was perfect.
That cocoa butter scent of hers wrapped tight around my heart, and it was impossible for me to stay still.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, and neanderthal or not, I had to admit just to myself, that missionary was my favorite way to fuck my wife.
She was so wet for me. So hot. And I felt like a god. That this woman wanted me so much was a gift. That she loved me was a fucking miracle.
I didn’t deserve her. But I was keeping her. I was never letting go. And if I had to fuck her into submission every day to remind her who she belonged to, well, I looked forward to the challenge.
My balls tightened. I was gonna come. But I needed her with me.
Fighting against the need to bust inside of her, I pushed a hand between us, rubbing her needy clit. She whimpered, scratching me with her nails. I hissed, liking the bite of pain.
It was all so good. Everything about her was so good. Her scent. Her moans. Her headlong responses to me. So good. Almost too much.
“That’s my, Good Girl. Feel me pushing inside you. We’re one now. Open those sexy fucking legs and take it. Take me. Take all of me,” I grunted, moving to my knees.
I pulled on her hips, lifting her ass so she was almost sitting on me as I fucked her deeper, harder, increasing my speed.
Her sweet, soft body jiggled with every move, and it was so fucking hot.
Perfect. Gorgeous.
“Come for me, Little Red. Squeeze those tits, touch that clit, and come for me,” I growled. “Right fucking now.”
Her hands scrambled to do my bidding. Juices from her wet cunt seep down, drenching my cock, and fuck, it makes me want to come.
I watched my wife. One hand pinched her nipple, twisting it, and the other was rubbing her tight little nubbin.
My gaze was riveted to the scene, blazing with hunger as I fucked her and watched my sweet Meredith fall apart in my arms.
“Husband! Fuck, I’m gonna,” she yelled a split second before her pussy contracted, sucking the cum right out of my balls.
I came so hard I was almost catatonic, crushing her into the mattress. But I was too damn stunned to move. Every time with her just got better.
I turned my head, needing to taste her again. Kissing her was like coming home. She was everything I ever needed in my life and still, she was so much more.
“I love you,” she whispered against my neck.
I tried to say it back, but all that came out was a sort of grumble. Meredith giggled. Her warm breath tickled my skin where it touched me, and I smirked.
She was so fucking cute.
“Think that’s funny? You reduce me to ogre-like grunts, and then you laugh?”
“I mean, it’s a little funny, Babe,” she said, and I smiled.
Did she just give me a nickname?
I mean I had the Big Bad thing, but that felt more like work. Sure, she called me Husband, and I liked it. But her calling me Babe was something else. And it warmed me.
“So pretty in pink, my Little Red,” I whispered, brushing her hair across the rose pink sheets with my fingers as I moved to the side of her.
She hummed a sweet sounding noise and cuddled into my side.
For the first time in days, I felt complete. My heart constricted inside my chest, and I dropped another kiss on her forehead.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly.
“You. I’m always thinking about you,” I confessed.
It was true. This woman took up all the available space in my brain. I tightened my hold.
“Good,” she replied. “I’m always thinking about you, too.”
“You are?”
I felt her nod against my chest and pride filled me. That she even thought about me at all was more than I could have ever hoped for. I mean, I knew she loved me. But this was more than love.
What I felt was an all-consuming need. Marat and I sometimes teased Adrik about his obsession with his wife, but from what I saw the younger Volkov was just as bad with his woman.
Now that I had Meredith, I knew. I’d become acquainted with the nature of obsession fifteen years ago. Now, it was more like we were on intimate terms.
Oh yeah, obsession and I were good fucking friends.
And I had a feeling, things were only going to get worse.
Or better.
I settled on better.
“What are you thinking about now?” she asked, a mischievous grin on her face as she lifted her head and cupped my balls with her hand.
Fuck. Me.
My dick twitched. I was already getting hard again, and the need to be inside her filled me.
“I’m thinking, you better kiss me, Little Red.”
Then I gripped her behind the head and pulled her face to mine so I could claim that sweet fucking mouth.
Goddamn.
She was so hot. So sexy. So primed for me. Always so goddamn wet for me, I moaned as I pulled her astride my ready body.
Her wetness soaked my shaft as she slid up and down, flexing her hips. I grabbed her ass, sliding one hand between her legs and using her own slick to coat her pretty little puckered hole.
“Gonna fuck this ass soon, Baby,” I told her.
I sat up, lapping my tongue across her tits before I moved on to her mouth. Meredith rose to her knees, and I grabbed my dick, putting it at her entrance.
“Sit on me, Baby. Claim me with your wet little cunt,” I commanded.
And she did. Fuck, yes. She impaled herself on my dick.
“Now ride me, Little Red. That’s it, fuck yourself on my dick. Good Girl.”
I watched her obediently swivel her hips, grinding her pussy against me. She gasped, her eyes widening, and something inside me burst with victory.
This woman fit me. She was mine. Sure, I was a fucking monster. The Big Bad Wolf. But she was my Little Red.
And together we were better.
I almost laughed at my moniker. Some Big Bad Wolf I was. One little redheaded woman brought me to my fucking knees.
She made me tremble. She made me ache. She made me dream and desire.
I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. I wanted her to share in this spark of feeling that was growing inside me as each day passed. And I would.
Right after my sexy Wife made me see fucking stars.
“Husband. Josef. My love,” she moaned.
Her orgasm rocketed through her, sending me over the edge, too. And I fell, willingly, willfully, and forevermore.
To think I’d started this thing to seduce Meredith out of vengeance when I was the one who wound up utterly entranced by my wife.
There wasn’t one thing I wouldn’t do for her. To keep her safe. To make her happy.
“I love you, Wife.”
Meredith sighed against me, and I cherished her in that moment. Having her so alive, so soft and warm and in my arms was everything I ever wanted.
She was all I wanted. And so much more.