NATASHAMy heart raced when Michael threw me onto the bed like a pillow. He seemed really serious when he mentioned that I had made a mistake.But I didn't do anything wrong!"Michael, I--"He cut me off with a passionate kiss. It wasn't just a simple contact, it was a burning desire that consumed my body. His effect on me was undeniable."Michael, hmm..." I whimpered his name, unable to meet his gaze.He wasn't a wizard, but his lips had a magical power. Every touch, every kiss made me weak. It wasn't fair!I tried to resist, knowing where this would lead. But my body responded to his warmth.Gasping for air, I felt his wet kisses trail down my jaw and neck, while his hands found their way inside my lingerie.I was so wet, I could feel it.My underwear was soaked, and I needed his help to satisfy this intense desire within me.I didn't care about the dinner I had spent an hour preparing, or the wine, or what would happen next.All that mattered was the sensation he was giving me. His
MICHAELTight! Fucking tight!"Ugh!" I groaned as I finally entered her butt hole.Natasha squirmed, gripping the headrest tightly. She had asked me to do it, and that's exactly what I did.Slowly and carefully."Oh, fuck!" I muttered under my breath. "Fuck, baby. Are you okay?" I asked, concerned that she might not be comfortable."Keep going..." she breathlessly replied.She's that brave. Damn it, I fucking love my wife.Taking my time, I brushed her hair away and showered her neck and nape with comforting kisses. I wanted to distract her from any pain as I slowly pushed my entire length inside her.She's choking me, she's so fucking tight!I could almost punch the pillow beside her head. This new sensation makes all the hair on my body to stood up. I want to take her like this again.As much as I want to fuck her right, I feel like I want to settle to her tightness for now."Damn it, Natasha. You feel so fucking good," I whispered into her ear.The lubricant helped a bit, but my si
NATASHA"Are you okay?" I heard Richie ask.Arriving at the airport, Michael excused himself to talk to the pilot. Aaron was talking to someone over the phone, and I was left inside the plane with Richie."You look pale," he added, gesturing at my face.How wouldn't I? I just had a cock in my booty last night, and I'm still not recovering from it.I feel so uncomfortable sitting or moving, or even if I'm not doing anything. I feel like I still got something stuck in my butthole."I'm fine, it's just that, I'm not cool with planes today," I reasoned. "How's Laura and Nathaniel?""Your sister has always been very bossy and unpredictable, and it looks like our son got it from her," he replied with a chuckle. "Before I left, she told me to keep my eyes straight and nowhere else. I think she's still in a rage when I told her something about the woman in Jackson's company.""Oh, the redhead," I mumbled."You know?""Laura told me," I answered, adjusting myself in my seat. "Good thing you're
MICHAEL"And did I ever mention, your head will fly somewhere if you see Tasha while working," Aaron was talking way too loudly inside my head that I wanted to feed him his own fist. "Your job is right here, in front of you, not over there with her.""Can you stop talking for a minute? You're distracting me," I chided him, crossing my arms as I looked at the blueprint the engineer showed us."Distracting you from being distracted?" He looked over at Natasha, who was currently talking to some of the farmers on the plantation. "Yeah, right."When she told me that she wouldn't talk to me the whole day, I should have believed her. I'd rather joke around when she just woke up, not when she's pregnant."She's too pretty. And that means you won't be able to focus on your job.""I am focusing," I defended myself.Yes, my eyes kept glancing at my wife, but my ears were listening. I already knew the plans; I had read the whole plan in that little folder while we were on the plane, and I am not
NATASHAMy nose blows smoke.Michael should be the one getting antsy because I'm still not talking to him. But no, I'm the one getting ignored!"Stay hydrated," Richie handed me a bottle of water while we were still inside the cart."Thanks," I murmured and took it from him.From where I am, I can see Michael talking to someone. His forehead is creasing because of the sunlight directed at him.His skin turned caramel because of the sunset. He stood tall with his proud chest puffed, screaming dominion with his presence."He could melt, you know?" I heard Richie say while sitting peacefully behind me. His eyes behind his square glasses are closed. With his arms and legs crossed, he wiggles his foot hanging midair."Better that way," I scoffed. "Did you see what he did to me? Ugh! That was so embarrassing. Like I was mad at him, and now he's ignoring me like I'm the one who did something wrong!""Relax, Nat. Probably just because he's busy," Richie said, staying on the bright side. "He's
MICHAEL"Are you sure you're going to stay here?" I asked Natasha as I adjusted my wristwatch. I've been trying to convince her ever since she told me she wouldn't come with me."I'm not in the mood for loud places tonight," she replied, helping me fix my collar. "Just make sure your eyes don't wander to other women's body parts," she warned, playfully poking my nose.I snorted and placed both of my hands on her waist, letting them fall to her buttocks and giving them a squeeze."Michael!" she chided, slapping her palm on my chest."What?" I innocently asked, leaning in to capture her lips and give her a lingering kiss. "Maybe I should ditch Aaron, what do you think?""Stop thinking about ditching anyone!""But I want you," I whined, running my hand along her bare legs that the robe didn't cover.Locked in a kiss, I had her pinned against the wall.I just can't get enough of her."Quickie?" I whispered to her.She bit her lower lip, holding onto my shoulders, clearly tempted. She want
MICHAEL"You're really not going to tell me her name?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders before finishing the last of his beer in the bottle. "Not even a clue?""Nope," he answered, putting a period on it."So, what is it that makes you so mad about the whole world?" I asked, refraining from pressuring him to reveal who he's interested in.Among my cousins, Aaron is the only one born with a soft heart towards women. He's the kind who sets boundaries between flings and serious relationships, respects and comforts women, but also knows when to let go.I had a feeling Aaron would soon find someone to connect with. I just knew it."She just doesn't know how to be sweet, and it's frustrating the hell out of me," he shared, clearing his throat. Opening a new bottle, he settled back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the stage where a woman was singing an old slow rock song."But she calls you," I pointed out, causing him to snap his head in my direction."How'd you know?""I don't need to
NATASHAThe loud sirens were still ringing in my head. I thought that the smoke had blinded my eyes, but when I saw Michael lying on the floor unconscious, I ran towards him.Help arrived just a few minutes after the explosion at the restaurant, and Michael was rushed to the hospital along with many other people who were injured in the incident."Fuck," Michael groaned as he pushed himself up from lying in the hospital bed."Don't move too much," I chided him and helped him relax his back. "You've got a real huge bruise on your back, Michael.""I can feel it," he groaned in pain.His face showed how painful it was."Are you okay?" He inspected me. "Are you hurt?"His frown deepened, showing his concern for me."What's this?" He asked about the scratch I had on the side of my eyebrow."Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?" I replied."I'm fine," he enunciated, still enduring his back. "I got treated, what about you? You need to change your dress, it has dirt all over it. There's a h