Novel & Cerita Get My Wife's Name Out Your Mouth

I whispered, placing soft kisses along her jaw, tracing her skin with my lips, all the way to the crook of her neck. When I reached a certain spot and her breath hitched, I sucked down on it. Letting my tongue out, I swirled it around that spot, sucking, nibbling until I was sure I had left my mark on her skin. She was mine. My wife, my life, my everything. “Yes, make love to me until I see stars,” Sophia moaned. "Make me scream your name." A smirk curled on my lips. "That's right. My name is the only thing that should leave your lips when I make love to you today."

"Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out. It was like poison coming out of my mouth. I looked down, finding my escape from his grip. He looked at me, giving me a confused look when a smirk covered my face. "Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Utterly oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness, concealing it with my 'I'm am innocent, like a kitty look.'

She inquired in a tone laced with animosity, "How dare you disrespect my wife?" I inquired as calmly as I could, "She got what she deserves and I'm not going to stop until I've finally put her in her place," she responded, her voice sharpened by her hatred for my wife, "She's my wife Sophia and her place is beside me, you should accord her with the same respect you accord me," I yelled in response, but her voice was louder, "Never George, not when she is getting on my nerves," she replied,

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

He didn’t say a word to me and I concluded he heard me already when I tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Nate, can you…” he didn’t even let me finish the words when he silenced me with a French kiss and I couldn’t stop either, the kiss was just too hot. A call came to his phone, and that was the only way we could stop, then he said to me, “Remember you are my wife and I own you.” he exited the car and I couldn’t even catch my breath.

I raise my hands in surrender, gulping. "I won't ask again" his grip tightens. My brows crease, my eyes screwed shut, how the hell am I supposed to speak when you're choking me?? "K-Kendrick?" I manage to call out but silence greets me. What have I gotten myself into? Marriage with a mentally unstable man? He'll kill me before five years is up. "I'm Elodie….your wife" The last of my sentence hangs in the air like a challenge. As if in shock, I feel his arm loosen and I inhale sharply while coughing, hot tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

I asked "you can call me Mika," she said "is that your real name?" my husband asked "that's none of your business, it's my name so you take it like that or leave it, I have better things to worry about" she replied harshly my husband felt so angered by what she said and I just had to stare into his eyes and calm him down "babe, just let it slide, we are stressed out and she's helping our damned lives" I whispered into his ears

I was helping a client catch his cheating girlfriend. After I snapped a photo of her with another man, my client sent it to her and called her in a fury. The next second, my wife's voice came through the phone. "Aww, baby, don't be mad. You're the other man too!" Her voice was sweet and gentle, but the words carried a mocking edge. My client froze. "What... do you mean?" She answered with eerie calm. "There are seven men ahead of you. But I only have one husband, and his name is Theo." Theo… That's my name.

I called her nervously, she did not react. " Mrs. Mathews" I whispered more to myself, to remind myself that she is my wife traditionally, she snapped out of the fog. "What did you just call me?" She looked into my eyes with her dimmed eyes, begging me to repeat what I said without vocalizing her request, it surprises me, it's like she needs confirmation from me that she is married.

“You sound like you have everything figured out. Almost like you already knew there was a possibility that something like this might happen.” “If you don’t have any plans to help the company, fine. Suit yourself and continue distracting yourself with that woman you married.” “Isobelle. Her name’s Isobelle.” “We have too much on our plate already. If it’s not worth talking about, let’s not talk about it.”