Help! My Beast Husband Pampers Me Too Much! นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Fetish - Selena Gomez & Gucci Mane 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I don't know why I feel like I want to be spoiled with my husband. My children, not awake yet. Sunday, I let them rest. And today too, I want to sleep all day long. I want to spend the day in bed. Being served, or being pampered and given the best service from the husband and maybe the children. Because usually I always spoil them.

“That I do. But I want it all. Your heart, your soul, your body, your lips, your dick...” He chuckles loudly, pushing himself into me so I can feel the metallic stiffness in his pants. “You already have it all, my love. You own me.” With that, he cups the back of my head and kisses me so hungrily that he takes my breath away. He really knows how to kiss. A furry body forces itself between us and we are forced to pull away from each other. Roy growls as he stares down at the big white cat that has interrupted us. “Beast, you’re being a bad boy. Mommy and daddy are playing right now.” He scolds him and I giggle but Beast roars at him as if to complain that he’s not getting enough attention aro

I press a kiss to his lips again then rest my forehead against his as we both try to catch our breath. "I... Love...you!" Mark says between each breath and I chuckle at how out of breath my handsome little mate is. "I love you too sweetheart!" I say then press a kiss to his lips once more. I hold his ass as I sit back onto my knees. I looked down and slowly pull out of him. My chest rumbles as Beast growls in approval, when he watches our cum leak from him as we pull out. Letting us know we overfilled his little hole.

We were cuddled together, our chests pressed tightly against each other, and his hands securely wrapped around my waist. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I gazed at my mate. A serene, beatific smile graced my face. We had faced numerous challenges, and undoubtedly, more lay ahead. But as long as my husband was by my side, I knew that everything would be fine. My ogling at my mate was cut short because of the sudden urge to pee. It felt as though my bladder might burst if I didn’t hurry. With considerable effort, I gently removed Xander’s heavy arm from my waist and rushed to the bathroom.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

My husband had gotten so fat and lazy he would not hold me anymore in the air hence making me desire for that young man. “My husband has gotten so fat his banana is buried, he can no longer fuck me properly whenever he is on top of me his huge pot belly makes me tired, he sweats on top of me a lot like we are doing wrestling, it is disgusting.” I told Celestine. She laughed. “Come on! You can tell him to go to the gym and work out.” Celestine told me. “My man has a huge ego you would never tell him anything.” I told Celestine.

James raised a brow. “Of course I’m not disappointed,” she rushed on, the words tumbling out faster and faster. “What’s there not to like anyway? I mean—my husband is rich and handsome and kind, and I’m pretty sure his heart is made of solid gold. Any woman would be lucky—no, fortunate—to stand by your side. And so what if we can’t have a child? That’s not even a big deal. There are so many couples in the world who live perfectly full lives without one. Entire lifetimes. Happy ones.” She barely paused to breathe.

“You’ve only ever been with me in that way. I know that. And that remains, Kitten. We’re doing this together. I promised you everything.” I chuckle against his lips. “Most husbands buy their wives flowers when they have a bad day. You got me a pierced penis.” Frank barks out a laugh. “Don’t mind me. The pierced penis over here is just relaxing.” “Don’t get too relaxed,” I purr as Jay finds my nipple and squeezes.

They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves. But I won't leave my family for any man. The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again. Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mutt. Seeing my stubbornness, he steps back and shifts to his human form. He is tall, really tall, with ivory hair and icy, wild eyes. A viking, my first thought was. ''Shift'' he orders me with a strange accent. No emotion in his voice.

"Elara. Are you okay? Are you okay? You can talk to me if you have anything." She doesn't answer. "Elara?" Silence. Then her voice. Small. Broken. "My husband is a beast." I freeze. "My husband is a beast. And I don't even know how I forgot about that." Her words come faster now, tumbling out like she can't hold them back anymore. "I was deceived by his loving words. His loving touches. But he is a beast. He has always been a beast. And he will continue to be a beast."