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Maeve turns her attention to me, and I don’t miss that I can feel her slightly grinding her hips on me. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I ask her, resting my hands on her hips. Fuck, I’m hard as a rock right now. I haven’t seen my girl in eight days, and somehow even jetlagged, she’s gorgeous.

She plants her hands on my shoulders, her hips still rubbing against me. I want to reach under this skirt of hers, just to feel that smooth cunt on my fingers after going so long without her. “I want another baby.” She begs. I let out a quick laugh, leaning my forehead onto hers. “What about the four you already have?” I ask teasingly. She huffs, her hips still rubbing against me, and fuck its making me lose my mind.

Maeve goes on to dramatically explain how Oliver is turning seven soon, that he’s the most independent little boy she’s ever met in her life. She goes on to say how Emilia just turned five and doesn’t let her mother pick her outfits anymore because according to our daughter, she’s a big girl.

Really she just ends up wearing far too many princess dresses at home and lets us have input to her outfits for school.

Lastly, Maeve goes on to tell me about how the twins turned two this year, that Cole and Kace are in their terrible twos and she wants a small baby in the house again.

“Ma petite fleur, I am too damn old to start over with an infant." I say with a small laugh. I’m fucking forty-two, I’m too damn old to chase around the twins, let alone an infant. Yeah, I'm in excellent shape, but I don't have the same energy as I did at thirty. Fuck, I can't even fuck Maeve back to back without needing a break in between.

My girl just laughs as her hands reach between us and start to unbuckle my pants. "Bullshit. You're in better shape than me. I'm the one that gets winded chasing Kace and Cole around.” She says with a carefree laugh. She's not wrong, my girl may be skinny but she hates working out.

Maeve knows exactly the effect she has on me. She plants her feet on the ground, unbuttoning my pants and pulling my cock out. I feel her thumb graze over the piercing we had done a few years ago. Fuck, my brain just short circuited. “Come on, please? Just one more. I haven't seen you in eight days, just fuck me like you hate me.” She whispers into my ear.

I don't even have time to ask her if she's thought about this before she sinks down on me. Yep, all rational thought is gone the second I feel her warm cunt wrap around me. I grip onto her hips, groaning as she impales herself on me. "I've missed you and your perfect little pussy." I say. My girl hums in agreement, planting her hands on my shoulders to control the movements.

That won't do. I need her. I scoop her legs up in my arms, standing up a moment later. I plant that sexy little ass of hers on the table, completely ignoring Matthew. "Oh my God, I've missed this." Maeve moans loudly. She throws her head back, putting her arms on Matthew's legs to steady herself while I pound into her like I haven't seen her in a lifetime. I don't even start off slow, no I'm fucking her with enough force to move this fucking table if it wasn't bolted into the wall.

Maeve feels amazing wrapped around my cock, and it's such a turn on that we're both ignoring the man crying and begging for mercy just inches from us. I'm so in love with this woman that it's insane. "Cum, ma fleur." I beg of her.

I drag my cock along that spot inside of her that drives her wild, grinning when she throws her head back and her cunt clamps down around me. I've missed the feeling and the look of my girl falling apart so much.

I know eight days isn't a lot, but it is for us. We've never spent more than three apart in the last seven years. Maeve closes her eyes, moaning so loud that it vibrates off the walls. Her eyes shut and her mouth falls open, I see her knuckles turning white with how tightly she's digging her nails into Matthew's calves while her cum coats my cock. "That's my girl, fucking soak me, fleur." I say.

My pace gets sloppy, fucking into my girl like a mad man. I stare down at our connected bodies, admiring how gorgeous my girl looks when my cock disappears inside of her. My grip on her hips is bruising and punishing. "More." Maeve moans. She throws her head back, staring up at the ceiling.

I grip onto Maeve's throat, making her pick her head up and stare at me with nothing but pure need. Once her eyes are on me, I squeeze the sides of her throat. It earns me a sexy, choked moan. My pace picks up even more, slamming home into her.

Fuck, I'm so obsessed with the feeling of fucking my girl. I'm so obsessed with how warm and tight she is. "You're going to fucking milk me, petite fleur." I say sternly to her. She can't even make a sound, but nods like she's desperate for me. I even feel her clamp down around my cock like my words are sending her over the edge.

I release her hip with my other hand, rubbing her clit with my thumb until she jerks in my hold, gasping seconds before she tightens around me so tight that I'm not sure how I'm even still thrusting into her. We cum in sync, almost taking me to my fucking knees with how intense it feels to bust in this fucking goddess again.

Maeve wraps her arms around my shoulders, leaving me inside of her while hugging onto me. I wrap my arms around her waist. "You're never allowed to leave that long again." I say into her neck. She laughs a beautiful laugh, tightening her hold on me. "I'll let the boss know you said so." She teases.

She is the boss. Asshole.

Matthew clears his throat, pulling our attention away from each other and back to what brought me down to the basement as soon as the kids went to bed. "Help me." He begs, looking at Maeve. I roll my eyes, kissing her temple before pulling out of her and helping her off the table. She turns around and grazes her knuckles down his face, a gesture that I'm sure to him seems sweet. "Finish your story." She demands. My girl. Fuck, I've missed her this week.

Matthew goes on with his story. He explains, while crying might I add, that Emily politely declined his advances, saying he was too old for her. But he didn't like that, he gripped onto her arm to stop her from leaving when the taxi showed up. He even told the taxi that she was going home with him. Why the fuck the taxi driver listened is beyond me. But he explains that Emily jerked out of his hold, falling on the curb and hitting her head.

"Mistakes happen." Maeve says with a shrug of her shoulders. Matthew nods at her like she's going to give him sympathy. "Yes! It was an accident!" He says urgently. I "tsk" him, shaking my head. "Her falling was certainly an accident. But when you stomped your foot on her head, that wasn't an accident, was it?" I ask.

Matthew starts to ugly cry at that, like a really ugly cry. I hate when they do that, it's laughable. "No. She embarrassed me in front of half the bar!" He yells through his sobs.

Rolling my eyes, I head toward my cabinet of equipment. I'm not done with this guy. "I'll only be a few more hours, ma fleur. If you want to head upstairs and grab a shower or some dinner, I'll be up in a little while for round two." I say sweetly to my lovely wife while I dig for a few tools. But she huffs, spinning around to face me. "I haven't gotten to hurt anyone in months." She pouts.

I love this woman so goddamn much. Is it too early to fuck her again? "He's all yours, ma petite fleur." I say with a smile. I take a seat on the stool, watching my girl take over.

Maeve grabs a crowbar, primitive choice. But she prefers brute force violence while I like them to suffer, it works for us. She's fucking brutal and I'm obsessed. Watching my wife kill has to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen, aside from watching her cum.

I sit back, admiring my girl while she smashes Matthew's kneecaps with the crowbar, earning pathetic screams and him begging for mercy. "So what does this Emily look like now?" She asks me.

I sigh at that. My patient is rough, and she has a rough life ahead of her. "She's needed facial reconstruction, almost a full mouth of dental implants and skin grafts. She was able to ask the EMT on the scene for a DNR, but the family argued it. Otherwise she wouldn't even still be here."I explain.

I feel so bad for this young woman that I probably wouldn't even have her committed if she told me she wanted to die, I'd understand. The life she is forced to live now is a hard one. She will always have struggles, I would more than understand if she was too tired to continue. She's been tube fed for almost two years since her mouth doesn't function how it should anymore.

Maeve looks down at Matthew, shaking her head like she's disappointed in him. "You know, my son Oliver is six. Even he knows that it's not nice to hurt women. You're supposed to protect them from idiots like you. We have enough struggles in our lives without men adding to them." She says. I have to hold back a laugh at my wife lecturing this grown man like she does our kids.