Husband Wants Novels & Stories

At least I got to know that this man wants me as much as I want him. "I want to dance with my husband." "My wifey gets what she wants." I giggled again as he picked me up in a bridal style. I'm in a dire risk of falling in love with this man.

" Wow. How sweet of you. You came to check if I'm okay? A few minutes ago, I was coughing my lungs out and you didn't even so much as blink. And suddenly you came to see if I'm okay? I'm not okay Alex. I AM NOT OKAY!!!" "I'll advise you to keep it low. You don't want anyone hearing our little banter now, do you?" His face split into a wide, predatory smile, and an electric shiver ran through me. It coursed down my spine to gather low in my belly, where it pulsed urgently. I stared at him, pretty sure my gaze was venomous. "Your husband is waiting for you. He wants your company. Go and have a romp with your old man. You can do it right in the middle of the compound, where anyone can see."

“Wife, I'll be honest with you. I want to get to know you. Not just your favorite rom-com, food, or colors. Of course, want to know that too. But I'm most interested in your stories, feelings, secrets, your failures, and your journey that make you who you are right now. I want to know your thoughts or if there's a voice in your head constantly telling you you're not worth a dime. I want to know it all.” I look at him mystified. Then, I shook my head. “I never said yes,” I said referring to his suggestion of staying married for a year. I'm scared to get attached again and rely my life on a single person. I want to shut myself but just one look on my husband's hypnotizing gaze is making my res

"Amelia, I am your husband. It only means I want the best of things for you. I want you smiling and happy always. That's how husbands feel about their wives." Amelia stared at him, she had no one to use as an example of how husband and wife acted. Her father and stepmother had always wanted her as far as she could from them. But with Mike, the word husband was starting to get interesting to her.

I'd never seen it before. "Avery." His voice was horrifyingly hoarse. "What the hell do you want?" "I want a real husband," I shot back, meeting his glare. "Not a coward who only knows how to run." All the color drained from his face before it flushed deep red. "You think I'm a coward?" "What else would you call it?" I pushed, stepping closer. "It's been six months. You won't even touch me." His breathing turned ragged. His chest heaved. "You don't get it, Avery." His voice was ragged. "You have no idea how badly I want you."

"Put me down, I don't want to..." "You insist again with not wanting, what about what your body wants" Mr. Williams scoffed, he wouldn't want to lose the opportunity to hold her, he wanted his wife to be less fierce and stay with him. "No, you can't run, here will be what you have needed. I don't want anyone else to possess your body, nor your lips."

I gasped as he cupped my right bosom and circled his other hand to spread my legs wide, my eyes widened as I tried to close them but he placed his knee and pressed his body more. “Why, baby? Would you mind if I say I want to fuck your mouth? Theodore might have taught you how to be a good little cocksucker,” “N-No!” I panted as he rubbed my core over the clothes and the fire started flaming. “What if I want to taste your pussy? Or put my fingers inside you?” His vulgar words whispered through the breeze flamed my cheeks with embarrassment. No man was as shameless as this beast of a husband. “Or put my cock in you? Would you like that?” He whispered hoarsely.

~Aspen Were Kastriv an ordinary man, he would be dead. I look toward my husband, so shocked I'm lost for words. He seems to be struggling to form a response too, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "You...You what?" Kastriv examines my husband with an unforgiving, ice cold gaze. "I want to fuck your wife. And you're going to let me." I could throw up. Not because the notion disgusts me, although it does terrify me, I'm just so afraid he's serious, motivated by...I have no idea.

"Now, what about a wife's obligations to her husband?" I laughed. "What obligations?" "Sex. I want to have sex until morning," he said, giving me goosebumps.

"How can you treat a woman like that? I just talked to a lady and my wife nearly choked me to death. I had to run away from home. You're worse than an alien." "How? I just love Andrea and I don’t love my wife. What’s the big deal?" "Then grant her the divorce and bring in your mistress. Hahaha, by the way, are you seeing that chick on the pole?" He chuckled, blinking rapidly at the girl. Nathan turned his back to the dance floor, ignoring him, picking up his drink with a scowl, confused about what to do. The man stood up. "I need to get that girl, she’s my type."