Novel & Cerita Naughty Wife Spanked

Ava stayed in front of me protectively, ready to lunge if Zarina so much as blinked the wrong way. Zarina took a step closer, smiling cruelly. "You think throwing him a party will change anything? You think it’ll make him love you again? You're even more pathetic than I thought. You’re delusional, Anastasia. He’s already moved on." "Maybe," I said evenly. "Maybe he has. But I’m still his wife." Zarina flinched, just a little, the word wife hitting exactly where I intended it to. Her eyes flashed with fury, her hands clenching into fists. She stepped even closer, so close I could see the tremble of rage in her shoulders.

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

'Oh Mr Ace thank God you are here, I was just trying to be nice to the miss over here but she just slapped me saying I -' 'That's not true, this slut is the one who was insulting me, saying that she was yours and that I was your little one night stand listen here you little maid I am his WIFE get it HIS!' I could feel myself shaking with anger, when I got a good look at her I saw her face becoming pale yeah thats right bitch his mine. Only what Ace did next left me in shock. 'Please excuse us Jaimee I need to have a chat with my wife.' he says while holding on to her consoling her instead of consoling me his wife.

I pulled the shirt off and went to the waist of the slacks, unbelted, and pulled them down along with my underwear. “Turn this way and open your legs, Mrs. Laterza.” “Do I get a prize?” The look in her eyes was greedy. “No, you get a spanking. I believe that was negotiated.” “It was not.” She smiled in a very wicked way. “It will be before the night is over. I have a few things we need to come to terms with. First, I will fuck my wife, and then we will discuss what is important, and then I will fuck my wife again.”

I cupped her cheek in one hand and finally gave in to the urge to wrap her long hair around my other, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Are you going to behave?” I said some moments later. “No fucking way.” At that response, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed. She squealed in surprise, and then when I tossed her onto the bed and pulled her nightgown up to spank her, she squealed again. “You’re in a mood!” She squeaked-giggled when I spanked the other cheek. “I’m showing my wife that she needs to submit to her husband.”

"You ready little slut? No more coddling, from either of us. You're our dirty whore that needs to be punished for being such a slut." "Yes, sir." She said, licking her lips. Goddess, she fucking loved how we dominated her and it fueled us both. "Good girl." Liam spun her around, slamming her into the wall. He kept his hand on her belly though, preventing it from hitting the wall. I smiled how he protected our child. I started undressing, watching how Liam roughly handled her body. She was pushed against the wall and Liam was already naked, standing tall and strong behind her. He began spanking her ass for being such a slut and her arousal was so potent I swear I could come from that alone.

He replied certainly loving every minute of teasing his wife. Rachel wasn't able to control her annoyance attacked him. "You! I'll show you what qualities I have and you can decide if it was the qualities of a good wife!" He evade the attacked and have her back against the wall and her front facing him while her hands was detained by his strong hand above her head.

He laughed, “Yes, I loved hearing you scream my name.” She hid her face under her palm, “Oh! God!” He removed her hands, “Are you embarrassed, Mrs. Smith?” She snorted, “Mr. Husband, don’t forget I am your wife. Why would I be embarrassed? I only took what belonged to me.” Jonatha laughed. She was always domineering and sassy. He teased, “You are right, your highness! Shall I serve my lady in the bath?” She smirked, “That won’t be necessary. I plan to take a quick rinse only.”

What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people? “What kind of reason is so important that it can’t be talked about in private? Why did he have to do this today and at my wedding?” My voice trembled, and I felt the rage nearly burn through my chest. “Well, maybe you really did something? Mr. Martin isn’t an unreasonable person.” I stared at Mom in disbelief. How was this my fault when I had been slapped? What could I have done? All I had done today was attend my own wedding. “What have I done? Tell me then, what have I done?” I questioned her. My voice grew louder, riling the guests up once again.

“Kept thinking about you here. Round with my baby. My ring on your finger. Mine.” He flipped me onto my stomach, ass up. The first smack landed sharp and perfect. I moaned into the pillow. Another. Harder. He pulled my hair, arching my back as he pushed inside me in one rough thrust. “Fuck, Cain—” “Yeah. Say my name.” He fucked me deep and primal, hips snapping, one hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking in rhythm. “You’re going to be my wife. Say it.” “I’m going to be your wife,” I panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming. He felt wild tonight, like the hours away had driven him crazy.