Val rolls her hips with a whine.
“It’s okay, Angel. Just pull those panties out of the way, and I’ll stuff you full of this dick.”
She shifts, leaving one arm around my neck and reaching down between us with the other.
My cock is there, bumping against the damp cotton, so when she pulls it to the side, I don’t give her even a second to prepare.
Thrusting my hips, I sink every inch of my length into my wife.
Before she can scream over the intrusion, I seal my lips to hers again, catching her sounds and swallowing them down.
She’s everywhere. Her legs around me. Her arm around me. Her breath filling my ears. Her scent surrounding me. Her emotions, her sadness, her gratitude, her heartbreak… It’s all a part of me now.
And I’m never letting her go.
“You have me,” I tell her as I claim her body. “You’ll always have me.” I promise her by pressing my mouth back to hers.
Wetness touches my lips, and I can taste the saltiness of her tears.
I pull my hips back, my cock sliding through her wetness, then shove back in.
“You’re mine now, remember?” Her pussy squeezes me with each movement of my cock, and I can hardly form words anymore. She’s so goddamn hot for it. Hot for me.
“I remember,” she breathes.
“That’s right, Wife. You’re mine.” My fingers dig into her ass as I slam her body against mine. “And as mine, you’re going to do as I say.”
Val nods, breaking our kiss to gasp for air.
I tip my head down and press a soft kiss against the side of her neck. “Then be my good wife and come for me. Rub that little clit and milk me fucking dry.”
She slides her hand back down between us, and I can feel the tips of her fingers against the top of my dick.
I slow my movements, keeping them steady as I feel her response.
When her breathing starts to change and her pussy starts to clench, I pull back so only the tip is inside her. And I hold still.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her cheek, letting her exhalations fill my ear. “You’re so close.”
“I-I am.”
“Be my pretty birthday girl and come all over this dick.”
Valentine tips her head forward, and she bites my suit jacket as her channel clamps down around me.
I pull out just a little more so her entrance is spasming around the head of my cock.
And when her moan reverberates from her body into mine, I slam all the way in Claiming her.
Spilling into her as deep as I can go.
CHAPTER 51
Val
My body is still trembling when Dom lowers me to my feet.
“Jesus, Val.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I don’t know how to reply to that or really to any of my behavior today, so I don’t try.
Because I’m standing here, clenching my thighs together, trying not to make a total mess of myself since I just had sex with my super-hot, super-strong husband in a public bathroom at my birthday party.
Dom tucks himself back into his pants and straightens his clothes. “I’ll step out so you can get cleaned up. And then we’ll walk back to our table, you’ll eat your dessert, and then we can go home. Sound good?”
I nod my head, biting my lip.
Dom exits the restroom, and as soon as that door shuts, I shuffle over the toilet.
Once I’m standing in front of the mirror, I accept there’s no way to fix the fact that it looks like I’ve been crying. I don’t have any sort of makeup with me, let alone on me, so I dampen a paper towel with cold water and press it to my face for a few seconds.
When nothing else can be done, I pull open the bathroom door and stop short when I find Dominic leaning against the wall next to it.
I know he said we’d walk back to the table, but I guess I hadn’t realized he meant he’d wait for me.
“Ready?” He straightens.
I blow out a breath. “Sorry I ruined the party.”
Dom lowers his brow as he moves to face me. “Don’t apologize. And you didn’t ruin anything. Why would you even think that?”
I gesture at my face and aim for a duh expression. “Everyone is here for me, and I look like I’ve been crying, because I have been crying.”
The side of Dom’s mouth pulls up in that stupid smile I love so much. “Shorty, your face is flushed.” He trails a fingertip down my cheek. “Your eyes are bright.” He traces across my bottom lip. “You don’t look like you’ve been crying. You look like you’ve been well fucked.”