Possesive Husband Novels & Stories

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I never meant any disrespect.” I chuckle and shake my head. “No harm done. My husband would be very happy to hear the compliment you have given me. But I’m afraid he is a very possessive man. A dominant, whereas me, I’m a …” “Submissive?” he asks, and I shake my head. “I’m not too sure. That is why we are here. My husband is more of a master. If you get what I mean?” I say when I hear Candy chuckle in my ear and the others do, too.

"Killian, the sun is up. Margaret will be wondering..." "Let her wonder," he replied, pulling me back until there was not a breath of air between us. "The world can wait. I should be allowed to enjoy my wife." I turned in his arms, forcing him to look at me. His hair was a mess, his eyes half-open. He looked stripped of his armor. "My husband is suddenly romantic," I teased. He did not smile. His gaze grew intense. "I am not romantic, Jade. I am possessive. Tu es à moi." (You are mine.)

So perfect for my cock —my husband's perfect hole. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. Yes. Fuck your husband, stretch me. Fill me up, make me yours forever. He started thrusting, long and deep at first, hips rolling in a rhythm that hit every sensitive spot. He kissed me hard, tongue claiming my mouth while he fucked me steady. You're mine now, he growled against my lips. My husband. This ass belongs to me, promise me no one else ever gets inside it. Only you, I gasped. Only my husband's cock. Fuck me harder. Own me.

"My husband wouldn't like it." A dangerous smirk curves his lips. The kind that makes my thighs press together instinctively. "Is that so?" His voice drops into that low, teasing register that always drives me crazy. "And what exactly would your husband do if he caught me looking?" I tilt my head, playing along, fighting the smile threatening to break out. "He's very possessive," I say innocently. "Extremely jealous. He's the kind of man who might pin me against the nearest surface and remind me exactly who I belong to."

My hands curled into fists, wanting to grab something, or even someone. My feet were already moving of their own accord, ready to put distance away from them. I tried my best; lord knew that I did, but there was something about this moment that had me all claws and teeth. I had never had issues with Izaak; he was one of the newest additions to the department and a very important one. He was pretty much chill, but right now, seeing him so close to my wife, all of his niceness dissolved. However, for my wife, I tried. Tried to be a perfect husband even though my hands remained possessively fixed on her waist.

“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.”

"I know you did that to avoid me. You must be so repulsed by what happened between us.” "No.” I shook my head frantically. "That's not it. I was just embarrassed.” He chuckled and walked up to me. “You are embarrassed that your husband sucked your sweet cunt but you think it is okay to hide things from me?” "Because I did not think it was something you needed to know.” My breath quickened at his dirty words. "I didn't need to know that another man was in such close proximity with my wife?" He stepped closer. "Why do you suddenly sound so possessive?” I folded my arms. "I can remember you encouraging me to pursue another relationship if I wanted.”

Why exactly was that? " Oh, I don't really know yet and..." " You will own the walkway if you strut on it. How exactly has he been keeping you all this while!" He shrieked. " My husband seems really possessive of me. You don't really know how he is." " Oh please," he waved me off. " Mine is also of me. My husband wouldn't want me going anywhere without him, but I know that there is no way I would listen to him,"

Just to celebrate an occasion but now I was a bit scared from inside. "You would tell mom that I treated your boyfriend badly?? Really?? Do you think that would be so cool.?? Even if I beat him Mom won't say anything. Because actually, A Possessive Husband had beaten up his wife's boyfriend and People usually adore such things." "What are you trying to do Dhruv?? Why are you behaving like that?? We came here because we both agreed. You were on your date and I was on mine. I didn't ruin yours."

” Looking over at me he let out a breath, “you will keep going to target practice until you get comfortable with a pistol. Our new house has state-of-the-art security and a safe room but I want you to be able to hold your own.” I reached down grabbing his hand, “I just want to make you happy, make you proud. I feel like people will expect so much more from your wife.” Lucas shook his head, “you watch too much tv. People expect you to be spoiled not out in the streets hustling. Hustling is my job baby, you can ride or die from the couch. Only idiots want their girl out in the street.” I leaned over kissing his cheek, “I’ll ride or die from your bed how about that?”