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I muttered huskily. "Oh...It's about Eric. He's back." She cried. The intensity at which I thrust into her was now slow-paced to give her the opportunity to discuss without screaming and shaking. "I know. Did he find the girl?" I asked, adding saliva to my shaft for faster lubrication. "Yes. He did. She's married to him..." It made me burn and I Fu*ked Maisy with the rage I felt. She screamed harder but meeting my thrust like she enjoyed the moment.

“Is this your wife, Eric? Mina’s younger sister?” Eric sat up straighter, his chest puffing slightly like he had just been handed the mic at a grand event. “Yes, Tina,” he announced, “allow me to introduce you to my beautiful, pregnant, loving wife.” I rolled my eyes so hard I felt like they might pop out of my skull. Why does he keep reminding us that his wife is pregnant? I thought. We can see it. But I kept my mouth shut and watched the scene unfold. Tina’s gaze softened, her smile radiant.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

so that when any female approaches him, they can see how much Eric loves his wife. While being intimate, when Eric saw the smile on Jasmine’s face, he smiled back and whispered, “Are you satisfied?” She started to blush. Eric said, “Seems like you’ve gotten used to me. Earlier, I used to hear you only scream, but now you moan my name. That’s so sweet, my love.” Jasmine bit her lower lip and pleaded, “Please…” “So, my wife doesn’t like it when I stop in between my work. That’s my pretty woman.”

She answered, biting down her lip. The woman’s eyes lit up even further, “Oh really? I do too.” Then she paused, a short laughter leaving her mouth as she pointed to her stomach, “At least I used to before this happened, but it feels so good to finally meet a ‘Billy-Wife’ whose job isn’t a model, actress or luxury brand owner.” “Billy-wife?” Katelyn’s brown knitted in confusion. “Billionaire wife.” Mr Ericson answered for her, gazing down at his wife with unbridled affection, “That’s just what my wife calls them for short.”

Erica was so drunk and so adorable then, that only the thought made me smile. When I twirled Amelie, her husband came to stand in front of me and took her away. “Dance with your own wife.” He muttered as he took his wife in his arms and danced with her. I locked eyes with my wife where she stood with her sister as I said, “Dance with me, little devil.” Erica shook her head and pointed at the door where the woman from earlier appeared with a domed tray in her hand. She said, “I want to have dessert first.”

She trails kisses on my chest as she pulls my upper clothes off, “I know that you’ve missed me so much. Let me show you how much I had missed you.” She kisses my lips, I feel reluctant to open up. She nudges my lips until I give in, then the door barges open and the strong scent of Cora hits my nose. “You forgot your handkerchief…” she pauses while Erika and I pull away from each other. “Who the hell are you?” Erika asks her. Cora looks at me with a blank expression on her face. “She’s my wife,” I reply. A satisfied smile creeps on Cora’s lips probably because I defended her.

I sighed, pressing my fingers to my temples to break the news to her in a light way. "Everyone now knows that you're my wife. This would make almost everyone want to be associated with you, even if it is just to get to me. I want you to be cautious of those you talk to and those you work for. Not everyone is deserving of your attention, Em. You're my wife." She stared wide-eyed at me for a moment before erupting into scornful laughter, causing me to clench my palms into fists. What was so funny? "I find it funny how you think that the whole world revolves around you, Eric. I was your wife for the past five years, according to you, yet I've been going about my business fine—"

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

I pull her back and want to fuck her so badly, but she puts her hands on my chest, shoving me away. "I want to taste it," she says, staring into my eyes. "Please, Eros." "Anything for my wife." She sucks me again, going in a frenzy. I groan, letting myself get lost in the moment, in my beautiful wife taking my cock in her mouth, in my filthy, lovely wife sucking me off, spit rolling from her mouth to my tip as she stares into my eyes. "Come on my tongue," she whispers. "Come for me, Eros. I want it."