Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 86: Chapter 86

JOSEF
After that day, when I walked in on Meredith with her little sex toy in her hand, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
I started coming home earlier and earlier.
Sometimes meeting her at the elevator door.
I texted her during the day. Kept tabs on her through Mario, and I knew she was doing fine.
No threats.
Good.
That had been my biggest worry.
Women trying to escape abusive or violent situations often found themselves with the unfortunate side effect of having their exes turn into stalkers.
Dangerous stalkers.
I appreciated my wife’s dedication to the residents of St. Elizabeth’s, but I wasn’t about to allow any harm to come to her.
So yeah, I doubled the fucking security in a permanent endowment to the shelter.
“Husband,” she greeted me with a smile, and I saw she had a bag of takeout on the counter.
Dinner would be nice. But I wanted dessert first.
“Wife,” I growled, backing her against the wall and dropping to my knees.
It was amazing how a position of supposed submissiveness made me feel so damn powerful.
But hitching my wife’s thick thighs over my shoulders as I pressed my face into her sopping wet folds made me feel fucking incredible.
“Husband, yes, oh yes,” she cried out.
The taste of Meredith in my mouth was the single best intimacy I’d ever shared with another human being, and it got better all the time.
Every. Single. Time.
The heels of her feet dug into my back, and I moaned against her sweet cunt.
She clutched at my hair, pulling the strands I usually cut by now, but left longer because I knew she liked to pull them.
Christ.
I was obsessed with this woman. I was even changing my haircutting habits for her.
But it was worth it.
To have Meredith ride my face with total abandon?
Yeah. It was definitely fucking worth it.
“That’s my Good Girl,” I growled against her slick lips.
She was like ambrosia to me.
All cocoa butter warmth and spicy need.
My delicious Little Red.
Big Bad Wolf had a new meaning for me now. If Meredith was my Little Red and I was the Big Bad Wolf, it only made sense I would eat her.
And keep on eating her.
Swallow her whole.
Fuck. Yes. Mine. More.
Her arousal was still dripping down my chin, and I wanted more.
I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough of her. And that was the truth.
I would never be satisfied when it came to Meredith.
I would always want more.
And that was perfectly fine with me. I had a lifetime to work on satisfying my hunger.
I stood up with my hands on her ass, making sure she didn’t slide off as I walked us to our bedroom.
“Husband! I’m too heavy!”
I frowned and swatted her on her sweet ass before I fell backwards on the bed.
“Don’t you fucking move, Baby,” I told her, making sure she stayed right where I wanted her.
Her dress was up around her waist, and her legs were open.
“I’ll suffocate you,” she said, exasperated and maybe embarrassed.
But I just shook my head.
This was exactly what I wanted. My Little Red, hair loose and tangled, sitting on my face.
“Take your dress off,” I commanded, holding her by the thighs so she couldn’t wiggle away.
Meredith inhaled shakily, then pulled the stretchy fabric up and over her body. I’d already gotten rid of her panties, so she only wore a nude bra.
Goddamn.
Not that the bra was particularly sexy. It wasn’t.
It was plain, perfunctory. What made it sexy was my wife’s big tits.
Her creamy, soft skin. The indent of her waist. The smattering of freckles across her shoulders. Her delicious cocoa butter flavor.
It was her. All her. Only her.
My wife was a curvy, soft goddess, and I coveted every inch of her.
“Tug the cups down,” I growled.
She did, and my cock ached desperately beneath my fly.
I really needed to convince my wife to let me titty fuck her.
But not now.
I wasn’t finished eating yet.
“Husband,” she moaned, and I grinned wickedly.
“Needy, aren’t you? It’s alright. I got you, Baby,” I breathed against her dripping slit. “I want you to play with your tits, Wife. Tug those nipples and sit on my face.”
I felt her hesitation, but I was having none of it.
I grabbed her ass, pulling her down so her wet folds were lined up with my mouth.
I lifted my head, then I feasted.
With my mouth closed over her clit, I sucked on the tiny nubbin, and Meredith lost her battle to remain above me.
Her thighs shook. I sucked harder. Then she sat down. Giving me more of her delicious weight.
My dick throbbed. I was leaking precum inside my boxers. But I didn’t care.
My sexy as fuck wife was sitting on my face.
I groaned and shoved two fingers inside her channel, teasing her asshole with my other hand as she rocked against my mouth.
Then I felt her come apart, and it was the sweetest victory.
Her pussy rippled.
Her back arched.
And my Little Red moaned long and hard.
Before her orgasm ended, I flipped us over, sliding up her soft body, and I pushed inside her still convulsing pussy without any resistance at all.
My cock catapulted her orgasm into a second one. Her sheath tightened around me, trying to suck the cum right out of me.
“Fuck, Baby, you feel so goddamn good. Say it again, call me Husband.”
“Husband, Husband, I need you,” she moaned.
Meredith lifted her hips to try to get me to move, but I held still. I was determined to ride this out and build the next one from the ground up.
“Kiss me, Wife,” I murmured and pressed my lips to hers.
She opened for me like a flower begging for a bit of rain, and I answered her call. Letting her taste the release that still clung to my lips.
I poured everything I had into that kiss. Everything I felt for her. And for the first time in years, I felt complete.
Then I moved. Her hands clutched at my sides. The sharp bite of her nails was drugging. Adding just the right amount of pain to the immeasurable pleasure soaring through me.
Every stroke grew heavier, harder, more intense until I felt like this was more than fucking.
More than sex.
This was a claiming.
A total fucking branding.
Meredith was mine.
All mine.
No one else’s.
“You’re mine, Little Red. Tell me,” I demanded.
I felt her nod, her lips pressed against my throat as I worked my body over hers, pressing my cock so deep I didn’t know where she ended, and I began.
“Words. I need the words. Tell me you’re mine. No other man’s. Just mine,” I growled.
My wife was so fucking good at doing what I asked. So good at taking directions. I just needed her to take one more.
I needed her to accept my claim.
“Yours. I’m yours, Husband. No one else’s. And you’re mine,” she groaned, scratching me, marking me with her nails.
“Fuck.”
I was hers. She said it.
And I never realized until that moment how much I needed to hear that.
I spread her legs wider, lifting them over my forearms as I pounded into her. I rutted her up the mattress until we were right against the headboard.
I used one hand to stop her head from banging into it.
I should have done more.
I should have moved or something.
But I couldn’t stop fucking her.
My body was on a mission.
To claim and be claimed. To imprint myself on her fucking soul.
I felt my balls tighten. I was so damn close.
Her tits were bouncing, and the tips were pebbled so tight. I dropped my head and sucked on one, earning me another long groan from my wife.
She was so goddamn beautiful. Her expression was so raw, so wanton.
It drove me wild.
She drove me wild.
Pride surged inside of me that I brought her to this level of madness. That I was the only one who’d ever filled her sweet cunt.
“Come on, Baby. Give me more. Give me everything,” I demanded.
“It’s yours, Husband. Everything is yours,” she moaned.
Her emerald eyes were burning with feverish need. I was fucking lost inside them. A willing victim to her flames.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Nothing at all. Even if I only admitted that to myself.
Fuck.
I needed her to come. Like now.
Growling, I ground my pubis into her, rubbing her sensitive spot just right.
Her pussy clenched and tightened, rippling around me. Sending more jolts of pleasure through my blood.
I hadn’t used the name Big Bad Wolf in years, but when I was with her, I felt the animal inside my soul roar to life. Like a ravenous beast. But all my hunger, all my yearning was for her.
My Little Red.
“Tell me again,” I demanded.
“I’m yours, Husband. And you’re mine. Please,” she begged.
She called me hers again.
The words seared into my mind.
Like a burning hot, neon pink ribbon, those words wrapped around me, around my entire body and hers, too. It tensed and squeezed until I felt it sear my fucking bones.
Tight. So tight. And tighter still.
Then it broke, sending me spiraling into oblivion.
I reached between us, pinching her clit between my forefinger and thumb, and her pussy squeezed me hard as she cried out, joining me in bliss.
“Yesss. Fuuuuckk!” I moaned, my voice turning into an incomprehensible roar at the end.
Shivers ran through me. My eyes were so fucking wide.
I clutched at my wife, pulling her into my embrace.
I needed her, her warmth, the evidence of her thunderous heartbeat against mine, to anchor me.
Something happened right then. Something I didn’t fully understand.
“I need a minute,” I gasped, my face pressed into her neck.
She nodded, seeming to need a moment of her own. I felt her arms around me, her fingers threading through my hair as she hugged me back.
Finally, the emptiness I’d carried around in my soul started to fill. That void in my heart, the chasm that had only widened when she rejected me, began to close.
“Baby. My Baby. My Little Red. Are you okay?” I finally asked, still not daring to let go.
“I think so,” she whispered, and the shakiness in her voice made my heart clench.
“What is it?” I asked, moving only my head back.
“After all this time, is it possible you forgive me?” she whispered after what seemed like minutes, or was it hours, later?
“What did you do that I need to forgive you, Little Red?”
“That night, the note⁠—”
“You were so young,” I replied, kissing her temple before easing out of her.
“I wasn’t. And you know it,” she said, and I couldn’t bear the hurt in her eyes.
Ignoring the messy realities of sex, I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me.
“Josef,” she gasped.
“Shhh. You should know, I ran a check on you,” I began, feeling guilty, but needing to clear the air.
“I know. I figured it out when I went to the shelter and Sr. Elise showed me everything you did. Thank you, by the way. That place needed it,” she said, surprising me again.
“I don’t usually apologize, but I think I should for stealing some of your past like that. I’m not sorry I did it. I mean, I need to keep you safe, and to do that I need to know everything. But I didn’t read the details, Meredith. Those are your stories, and I want you to share them with me when you are ready. Not before.”
“Really, Josef? Do you mean that?” she whispered, and I held her closer.
“Yeah, Baby. I mean that.”
“Because,” she hedged. “I don’t think your reports told you everything.”