Ff Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

His hard cock pressed right against my stomach. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered against my ear, one hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. “Tell me you haven’t touched that married pussy thinking about me.” I moaned softly as his fingers dug into my flesh. “I… I have a husband.” “Yeah? Where the fuck is he right now?” Felix kissed my neck, biting lightly. “Not here. Not keeping you satisfied. But I will.” His hand moved between my legs underwater. Two thick fingers rubbed my pussy lips, parting them. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders.

"Look, I don't ever want to see you with that bitch or you'll regret it." He kicked out her finger and stood up from the sofa. "I have many pussy to fuck, places to club, alcohols to take and so on… not even you can stop me." He remarked and smiled. She clenched her fist. "Don't dare me Ferdinand." "I am a human being and not a dare." He cut in and wrapped his arms round her waist. "I am only your contracted husband, so take your eyes off me." He kissed her lips and turned.

“You just called her your wife.” I looked up, feigning a frown. “She is my wife.” “Yeah, but that tone…,” he smirked, tilting his glass toward me. “The great Cassian Wolfe… tamed? What happened to the man who said this whole thing would be strictly business with no emotions, complications, or soft spots? You just sounded like a husband. Is this real life?” “Don’t push it,” I muttered, but the warning lacked heat. He laughed. “You are getting soft, man. The Cass I know would have had this girl on a leash and filed under ‘Asset A.’ Not handing her phones, checking in on her sleeping schedule, and looking… I don't know… fond?”

he murmured against her skin, his hooded eyes devouring her flushed face as she whimpered, “I want you, hubby.” He leaned in, capturing her lips again, swallowing her moan as he deepened the kiss. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her beneath him as he rocked his hips, thrusting deep into her wetness. Sofia gasped as her husband’s hard long dick penetrated her weeping pussy. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time—primal yet tender, rough yet reverent. Each thrust spoke of possession, devotion, and the undeniable bond that tethered them together.

But now, hearing it spoken so plainly, the truth pressed against her ribs. “We had our sons within the first year of marriage, Lucia. Yet, it did nothing to stop our husbands from seeking pleasure elsewhere,” Madam Facci said, “This isn’t about men in general getting frustrated with women. It’s about certain men. Men who never learned how to be faithful.”

I sneered and probed cautiously, “Have you gotten permission from Ms. Jefferson’s husband to marry her?” There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of someone swallowing. “Stop eating, you little glutton! My good friend here says you’re married. Explain yourself!” Huffed in displeasure, Tiffany Jefferson said in muffled speech, “My husband… is none other than my darling Fabian. That useless fool… still treasures that fake marriage license like it’s gold!” Fueled by desire, Fabian tossed his phone aside and pulled Tiffany into a passionate embrace.

Faith said teasingly nudging her arm. “But we should appreciate God’s creation and this one is so perfect.” Hazel commented pouting. “I think your husband won’t like you complementing other men.” Now faith was getting jealous. “Oh don’t even ask! That man is crazily possessive! He had spanked me once for I guess what? I don’t even remember it was that minor issue. He and his over possessiveness is unbelievable!” Hazel huffed as crimson dusted her cheeks remembering the determined look in the eyes of her husband when exiting the house.

“Are you just a restrained man?” Zayn smiled gently. “Silly, if I, as your future husband, don’t even have an ounce of self-control, and it’s not as if I can’t get any woman in South City, if I were to do that, the women I had all these years would be uncountable. Do you want a philanderer as a husband?” Tessa chuckled. “Of course, not!” She paused for a while before saying, “Okay, okay! I’m just too lustful, but I agree it’s better we listen to you. We will leave it for our first night as husband and wife.”

he groaned and stroked his ponytail. He was the husband to Opula, the first daughter of the Fanny’s. Ken was tall, well-built with strong facial features. He was a live-in husband, just like the other husbands, who found no fault in being taken care of by their billionaire father-in-law. “Same story every day. Opula is not enjoying it anymore,” she glowered, snorted, nagged and added, “You are always impossible.” Her nostrils flared and eyes lined with insatiability.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."