Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 98: Chapter 98

MEREDITH
Even if I wanted to stay still, I couldn’t.
The second Josef filled me with his gloriously thick cock, I was no longer in control of my actions.
My back arched, and I pushed back, taking him deeper inside my needy hole. A keening wail escaped my lips, and the rest was all begging and moaning.
It would have been embarrassing, but this was Josef. How could I be ashamed of what he made me feel?
My husband was a total sex god. His skilled body seemed made for mine.
No wonder I never let anyone else touch me. How could I?
He was the only man I’d ever allowed inside my pussy. The only man who would ever see me pant and beg.
Something about knowing that, about acknowledging that he was the only one who made me wild with need, amped my pleasure up another notch.
Another.
And another.
“Goddam, Baby. Look at you. You’re dripping all over me, Good Girl. That’s it. Show your husband how much you like it when I stuff you with my cock,” he grunted, his pace punishing as he fucked me from behind.
“Look at you,” he said some more, his hands gripping my cheeks and spreading them apart.
I tensed.
I moaned.
And when he said more dirty words, I almost came. Almost.
“I need some of this virgin ass,” he growled.
I felt something wet and warm against my crack. I wasn’t sure what it was. But then I felt pressure there.
“That’s it, let me in, Baby.”
Josef’s finger teased the outer circle before he started pushing, pressing it inside my asshole.
I whimpered as he shoved his slick digit deeper inside, past the tight ring of muscles.
“Fuck. Damn, Josef!” I moaned.
It was almost overwhelming. I never thought I would like that sort of thing. And maybe I wouldn’t if it were anyone else.
But this was Josef. My husband. And this man owned me.
Body, heart, mind, and soul.
There was something freeing in admitting that. In just surrendering myself to him.
“That’s it, Little Red. Take it. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight when I push my finger inside your ass. You like that, Baby? Want me to fingerfuck your ass while I pound your pussy with my cock?”
Josef pulled back, almost withdrawing both his finger and his dick from me, and I whimpered at the loss.
“Yes! I want that. Please, Husband,” I begged, needing him to come back, to fill me again.
“Anything you want, Baby. I told you, just ask me and it’s yours.”
His words whispered against my skin as he filled me completely. The sounds of our combined breathing and the slapping of our bodies reverberated in the room.
Maybe it was the entire wall of windows or the impossibly high ceilings that made it sound so loud. I couldn’t be sure.
All I knew was it filled my head. The feel of his body, so hard and hot thrusting into me, the naughty words he murmured, and the praise I didn’t know I needed, it was all too much.
Josef was everywhere, filling my senses, making me believe. And I wanted to. God, how I wanted to.
“Take it. Take it all. Take everything I give you,” he grunted into my ear, and wrapped his one free hand around my throat.
That was all I needed to explode around him.
“Fuck. That’s it, Little Red. Suck the cum right out of me. Show me how good I make you feel,” he groaned.
Josef’s body arched, his dick spasmed inside of me, filling me with hot cum, and he yelled with his completion.
Still in the throes of my own orgasm, I hardly recognized him falling forward until he was crushing me into the mattress.
Neither of us could catch our breath just yet, and to be honest, it felt good.
His weight trapping me beneath him. His heat warming me from the outside in. Our combined cum sticking to my thighs.
It feels good. Really good.
“Fuck, Baby. That was,” he started, rolling off my well-used body.
He took my left hand and lifted it to his lips. His brows furrowed as he looked at it closely.
“What is this?” he asked, holding my hand up and sliding my ruby ring up to my knuckle.
I froze.
I knew what he was looking at, and suddenly, I felt a little silly.
Around my finger was a single pink line with a small bow on the inside of my digit. Pink curly ribbon. I’d had it tattooed years ago.
It was exactly the same as the pink curly ribbon Josef had once tied around my finger as a promise to me. Just a silly thing people did when they were young and in love.
He must have remembered because his whiskey colored eyes flashed to mine, and I saw it there in his gaze.
“Why, Baby? Why did you do this?”
“So I would never forget,” I whispered, and two fat drops rolled down my cheeks.
“I’m gonna make it up to you, Meredith. I promise.”
“You already have,” I said, and my heart never felt so full.
“I love you,” Josef said and pressed his lips together like he was trying to contain his emotions.
He slid the band back into place and grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into his arms.
We kissed for what felt like hours then. Unrushed and unbound by lies or secrets.
He knew everything now.
And I knew how he really felt.
I felt close to him, and my wounds while raw, were finally starting to heal. I felt safe and loved, and in loving him, I felt like I had a real chance at happiness.
Finally.
“We can make it up to each other. We have a lifetime, Husband. We can heal together now,” I said, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him softly.
“I love you, Wife. You brought color back into the world for me, and warmth into my heart,” he whispered.
God, he felt big. So big. I held him tight, telling him how I felt without fear.
“I love you so much, Josef. My first. My last. My forever.”
His chest rumbled with his hum, and I grinned, holding on as tight as I could.