Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

"I will try to overcome my possessiveness and give you the space you deserve. Otherwise, those who fantasize about you won’t see the sun tomorrow," he said with a confident tone. "But I won't control your freedom. You're an individual, and you should have your own. That's how you'll be happy. My mission is not only to protect you but also to make you feel happy. "That's what makes a good husband. So, I have to overcome this possessiveness. Am I not the best?"

He no longer sounded like the calm and reserved gentleman he portrayed earlier. "Alright, I believe you are aware that your wife still has an interest in my boyfriend." "It appeared more like your supposed boyfriend showing interest in my wife," he countered. "Listen, I won't argue with you. You are the man here, so try to keep your wife in check." I said sternly. "Now, you listen. You have no right to speak about Susan that way! She's my wife, and I won't tolerate any disrespect towards her in my presence," he defended Susan.

— She said I've given her everything except love, and now I'm disrespecting her publicly — he replied with the same passiveness after listening to me. — Well, she's right. You've always been a womanizer — I answered without being bothered. — But she's my wife — he clarified. — And what's the point of her being your wife? — I questioned him to intimidate him. — It's about possession — he said. — I'm married to her, in society, she's my wife, in society, we love each other. — Damn possessive matters, we're not objects — I continued with my feminist campaign.

I feel like I have been talking for hours, I am surprised he is still listening with full concentration. "People love in different ways, maybe that's his way of loving you." He should do this professionally when he stops playing basketball. "I know my husband loves me, it's not even used for debate but he is so passive at showing it." Right from the beginning, I get it he is shy but how long is he going to be shy? We are fucking married. I stretched my legs sitting down comfortably on the elevator's floor with Wilder beside me. "Can you believe my husband has never gotten possessive over me, gotten jealous or ever had to fight for me?" Like seriously dude, I am a fucking hottie.

"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.”

" You need to relax, okay? I understand you have to see them, but remember that your husband is one possessive jerk, or do you want him already finding out that you have his kids?" " Don't call him that, please," That word, husband still sounded strange whenever I hear it. It sounded like a freaking joke. I heaved a sigh and say back down on the mattress. Yea, I wouldn't want to jeopardize my kids safety for anything. No way was he finding out about this. Not ever. But then, I tilted my head in confusion, and stared into Sasha's eyes, " Wait....what do you mean by ' possessive'?" She immediately rolled her eyes at that, grabbed another bottle of water and helped herself.

“Cancel it.” “No.” I crossed my arms. “I’m not going.” He stepped closer, just enough to invade my space. “You are.” “And why is that?” His gaze locked onto mine, dark and steady. “Because,” he said quietly, “You are my wife, and I want them to see you.” Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten. Not soft. Not romantic. Possessive. “You're taking this far more serious than normal. And I’m not some trophy you parade around,” I shot back.

Touching his bare skin gave me immense satisfaction, a mental and physical pleasure that I tend to have every time we make love. A satisfaction that this hunk of a handsome man was mine… my husband… and, after today, my lover as well. This feeling in itself was such a life-winning feeling. This feeling of having this man as my husband. This feeling of belonging to each other. The thought of anyone else even daring to look at him in a romantic or possessive manner ignited a fierce protectiveness within me. A sense of deep possessiveness settles in my heart, making me want to scream before the world that Viaan Adams was mine… just like I was his. No one else had the right to claim even a fract

She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding so fiercely that he could hear it as he held her. "Is your heart racing because you're close to me, Pat?" he asked point-blank. ​ "I’m currently holding someone else's husband. How do you expect me to feel at ease?" ​ "I’ve become your husband now. Remember that, Pat. You’ve been my wife since last night. Don’t you remember?" He showered her with kisses and held her tight, a physical display of his possessiveness. ​ "That wasn't... It's not like that, Mr. Hawk." She tried to pull away but found it impossible, as he held her entire body in a crushing embrace.

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.