Novel & Cerita Husband Is Obsessed With Me

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

Earlier, Jayden had stopped at the moment I needed him to continue the most, and now my body seemed to beg for some relief. Soon he was admiring me, and we rolled around the bed, messing up the sheets. But would that be enough when my body seemed to crave another's touch? For some reason, Jayden's words were engraved in my mind, and I couldn't even enjoy an intimate moment with my husband. Soon he was admiring me, and we rolled around on that bed, messing up the sheets, but would that be enough when my body seemed to crave the touch of another? For some reason, Jayden's words are etched in my mind, and I am unable to even enjoy an intimate moment with my husband. He had infiltrated my body a

My husband and I now have our own private elevator and break room connected to his office and rarely make it through a day without meeting there, working each other into a delirious sweat. We discussed having children and we were both initially interested in the idea, but over time, we realized our extreme fixations on one another are too intense, too extreme, to bring a child into. It's just the two of us and we're happy this way. So incredibly happy that I still have to pinch myself. Still have to convince myself every morning that I'm Harriet Atwood and not the girl hiding in the pool house, wishing he simply knew my name. I'm married to my best friend, my obsession, my love. It's real. A

“He was so fucking perfect, I am his first and will only be the one to ever touch him. Fuck! He makes me so hard right now.” I scrunched up my face in disgust, his presence was beginning to irritate me. I have never seen anyone as sick as this bastard. What a psychopath! “Oh Isabella, I’m going to make do with you till I lay my hands on him.” My eyes widened as the realization of what he said got to me. Everything he said made my skin crawl, he leaned back in the chair like we were discussing something important over dinner. “You know what fascinates me about your husband?” He asked.

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

“So?Why do i have to go out for that?I am your husband.I can see your body anytime i want .”Nash says feeling a weird possessiveness filling his heart . Liana’s cheeks turn red and her shy eyes look away from him as she looks down . The slight tremble of her lips tell him clearly that she is shy and nervous . It’s completely different from her usual boring self when she forces smiles and do what she is told like a robot . Cute ,Nash thinks

Summary: My Wife Turns My Friends Into Her Personal Army Of Cocks, And I’m Forced To Watch It All Unfold ••• I have a confession. My friends are obsessed with my wife. Scratch that. They badly want to fúck my wife. We golf a couple of times a month, and every time we are together, the conversation circles back to Vivienne. I cannot lie. It turns me on as much as it makes me furious.

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

he sucked the nipple to soothe the pain he continuously tortured me until he is satisfied later helped me in taking bath, but he denied me from wearing dress, he wants me to be in his shirt arghhh seriously he is obsessed over my body I huffed air and sat on bed, he ordered many delicious items as soon as I seen the food my mouth started watering, he feeded me everything patiently after eating the dinner, I became too lazy to sit, I laid on bed to sleep but I'm missing my soft comfortable person I looked at him with pleading eyes he laid beside me and took me to his embrace I closed my eyes to sleep as soon as I closed my eyes I drifted into sleep peacefully people thinks he is monstrous but

he had whispered. They had talked until the sun began to bleed through the curtains. He told her about the loneliness of the throne; she told him about the fear of the ICU. He never touched her. Not once. When the morning came, he didn't offer her a check for a night's work. He offered her a ring. "Be my wife," he had said. "The world is afraid of me, which means no one will ever hurt you or your mother again. I don't need your body, Elena. I need the illusion of peace."