Clingy Husband Novels & Stories

It makes you who you are. “Hmm, what are you thinking?” My husband says as he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind and kissing me on my neck up to my ears and yes, this is my horny husband asking for something without telling me. “Stop, I’m doing the dishes.” I whined but still I was indulging him in his antics. Crocell just smirked and trailed his hands on my ass. “Why do the dishes if I can do you?” “You’re awful.”

“Listen carefully. I’m pregnant. If the bleeding doesn’t stop, I’ll lose the baby. Take me to the hospital. Now!” Caelan froze for a moment and then snapped, “How low can you go, Nellie?! You’d make up a story like this just to avoid helping?! “We’ve been married for years, and you never got pregnant. Now, you’re suddenly pregnant the second I ask for a favor! Do you think I’m stupid?!” Then, he pointed toward the pool and said, “Jump in and grab Isabel’s earring! “If you’re bleeding, great! Wash off so you don’t stink up the place!”

Really, if you want to know why I don't want to fight, the answer is that every day I fight against my husband. The answer is as if he gives me a million every day. Does he really think he's comfortable managing ten grand with everything to take care of? Had he never thought before? "You ask your Mama! Papa wants to work first or we won't be able to eat later. It's already really dizzy Papa is in this house, don't blame me if I instead give you a new outlet outside." Huh. I looked at him cynically. Really, if I wasn't disobedient, I would have almost thrown the plate I was washing at Mas Guntur. It's been a while, but I can still think straight.

“You’re the clingiest husband in the world, you know that?” Kieran had grown worse over the months; he had become clingier, cheesier, and utterly besotted. If I moved even a step away, he followed like a shadow. If I sighed, he was already kissing my cheek and demanding to know what was wrong. I had stopped trying to fight it. I mean, who won't love a clingy husband?

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

he said, his tone tinged with a hint of challenge. "Please, Clyde, stop with your stupid questions," I retorted, frustration seeping into my voice. I had grown weary of his constant probing, his insistence on prying into matters that I wasn't ready to discuss. He shrugged nonchalantly, as if dismissing my feelings. "Okay then, don't blame me later for not acting like a husband," he replied, his words cutting through the tension between us. His remark hit me like a slap in the face. The casual way he threw around the term "husband" only served to underscore the gravity of our situation. We were engaged, yes, but the reality of becoming his wife felt daunting and uncertain.

When we were at the bidding earlier, I know that some of them saw my h*ckeys but because of my hair, I managed to cover it and hide it from the rest of the people inside the room. “Duke, stop, please? Someone might see us,” I said before I removed his hands from me. “Duke…” I heard him groaning before he finally stop and just got contented with hugging me from my back. I didn’t know that my husband would end up being clingy to me one day. I mean, we're still stranger to each other, right? Or maybe it’s because he’s aware that I have nowhere else to go and he owns me now?

It looked so much bigger than my husband’s, thicker around the middle with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water and my pussy flutter again. “Look at this married pussy dripping for me,” he said, voice rough as gravel. He gripped the base of his cock and slapped the heavy head right against my swollen clit a few times, making wet smacking sounds. Each slap sent sparks shooting up my spine. “So fucking pretty and pink. Your husband really leaves a tight young thing like you alone for a whole month? Stupid bastard.” I should have told him to stop. I should have covered myself and sent him away. Instead I reached down with both hands and spread my pussy lips wider for him, showing him

He ran his fingers through his hair, getting close to her. “Great. If I get pregnant now it's not going to affect my studies in any way. Moreover, if it happens it doesn't matter. I'm ready to carry your child. You don't have to worry about me. You're just being selfish in this marriage.” “I'm not worrying!” He snapped. She flinched back anxiously. He noticed that he had given her a fright which wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't know why he was getting worked up inside his head. Perhaps it was because he thought the past was going to repeat itself which was his fear. “I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm just not sure. Don't get pregnant now, I'm not ready to father another child. We'll visit

I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time. And she picked up her phone cause it was ringing. It's probably her husband on the line. I am observant of other people's expressions and I wonder why her face immediately went expressionless but with a hint of annoyance when she was talking on the phone. She was always smiling when talking to me earlier. Probably it's been a while since she have a good time so I shrug it off. She ended the call. "Your husband?" I ask and she nodded. "He said we probably stayed too long. Haa. It's so hard when you actually got married now..."