Clingy Husband Novels & Stories

“Can’t you see that I’m having a conversation with my husband?” Frowning, I look at Atlas’ irritated face and back to Tonia’s crazed one. “I don’t think he’s enjoying whatever you’re discussing,” I point out, crossing my arms. “Don’t you know that no one likes a crazy, clingy woman like you?” “Clingy?” She growls, her eyes flashing with rage. “I’m not…” “You are,” Atlas counters, making his way over to me. “I think I’ve made it clear many times that I don’t wish to remain married to you. Please do take a hint and stop clinging to me.”

He likes hearing all the words she's spouting at the moment. "So there were times you didn't consider me your husband, is that it?" he glanced at her once. "A lot of times. Almost every day... unless you're fucking me?” Clyde's jaw dropped as he barked a laugh. Yvette licked her lip as she pulled out her expensive perfume and sprayed it behind her neck. "So you would only remember me as your husband when I'm inside you, huh? Is that how good the sex is that you seem so satisfied to consider me as your husband?" he smirked.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

He then moved me closer to him. “I want you this close, wife…” he blurted, whispering to me. I narrowed my eyes on him. “You’re just clingy,” I teased him. He then shrugged his shoulders. “Damn, just for you wife. I will be clingy just for you.” he mumbled.

I speak. I pout cutely, if there is something I discovered was how easy it was to get Clayton to do whatever I want. “If you pout like that it makes me want to kiss you more,” this man, such a clingy husband he is. I continue to pout; he sighs before seating up. “Fine, let’s have a shower together,” “I have already showered,” I reply making him groan, his naughty plan going up in flames in just moments.

Clyde glues his lips to the brunette, a smile already appearing even before he breaks the kiss. “Good morning to the most beautiful woman in the world,” says Clyde. The taller hugs Jana from behind, protectively encaging her from the waist. He rests his chin on one of her broad shoulders, happy to be back with his love. “I’m preparing breakfast. Are you hungry?” “I’m hungry for you,” whispers Clyde seductively. Jana laughs, uncomfortable because of the advances of her husband. Her ears tint red, little by little burning harder. “Not in front of Thea,” says Jana smacking her husband’s arm. Clyde doesn’t stop though, going as far as half humping the brunette from behind, arousing the other in

The party was already winding down, and honestly I had had enough of it. My feet were hurting, my cheeks ached from smiling too much, and I was only a glass away from getting drunk. I was also yet to consummate my marriage, and right now I was cranky, and maybe it also had to do with my husband being holed up with his mother for hours now. His mother had encased him in a hug, whispering to him, and I had half a mind to march up there and get my husband.

“And you think right now, at four in the morning, is the time to discuss it?” He managed to turn everything around on me, making me look like the bad guy. “It’s never a good time. You’re always busy.” “You’re being clingy, Astrid. Really fucking clingy.” “I’m being clingy?” I asked incredulously. “Because I want to see my husband more than a couple days a week? Because I’m tired of him disappearing for days without telling me if he’s okay? Because I want to discuss when we’re going to have a family, but you shut me out every time? I would much rather be clingy than what you are—neglectful.”

I said and tried to get up, but he pulled me closer—we were cuddling on the couch watching a film. “Where are you going?” He was being clingy. “I have to prepare something for us; I’m hungry,” I said, and he set me free. “Please be quick,” he said and smacked my ass. I was in shorts and one of his oversized shirts, and my hair was in a messy bun with a few strands falling on my back and some on my face. It was evening after work, and I was pretty tired but still had to do my wife duties. Clinton loved homemade food; he was still in his business suit as he had just arrived a few minutes ago.

he commanded. "Fuck me, my husband." Of course, I was obedient and would repeat it because I didn't want to be left hanging again. I used to think that only a lack of money could make someone lose their temper, but being left hanging in sex can also make you lose your temper and get high blood pressure. "Yes, my wife, I really want to fuck you. Since we arrived here, my dick hasn't been inside your pussy," he said vulgarly. “My husband, your mouth.”