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I popped the front clasp on her bra and tugged it off of her. Then I tore away the tiny scrap of fabric standing between me and my wife’s mouthwatering pussy. Finally, she was bare, and I used one hand on her back to press her body into mine. I was still fully clothed in my tux, but I could feel her heat penetrating through the layers, particularly where my cock bulged against her curved belly. My other hand slipped between us and just as I bent my head to capture her lips, I thrust two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
Hazel sucked in a breath, and this time I was certain it was from desire. Her pelvis bucked and her tongue gave as good as it got, dancing furiously with mine. When she was panting with need, her body trembling with anticipation of her orgasm, I stilled my fingers and with monumental effort, tore my mouth from hers.
“Who owns this pussy, peaches?”
“You,” she breathed immediately before her lips chased mine for another drugging kiss. I held back, not completely satisfied with her answer.
“Say my name, Hazel,” I commanded.
“Jamison.”
“Wrong fucking answer, peaches,” I growled, my grip on her tightening. Grasping her waist, I lifted her and laid her on her stomach in the center of our big bed.
“On all fours!” I snapped. She scrambled to obey, and it soothed me a little. But didn’t lessen my fervor, my desperate need for her. I caressed one of her sweet cheeks and murmured, “Good girl.”
I stripped off my clothes so fast it would have made Superman jealous, then climbed onto the bed behind her. “Say my name, baby,” I crooned as I filled my hands with her round ass.
She glanced back at me in confusion and whispered, “Jamison.”
Pulling my hand back, I brought it down on one lily-white cheek with a resounding slap. Hazel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she moaned. Mixing that with the bright red handprint marking her, I couldn’t keep myself from coming just a little.
“You’ve earned yourself an ass so red you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week,” I growled. “But I’ll settle for spanking you until you give me what I want.” I smacked her ass and grunted, “with some extras for your behavior tonight.”
Hazel’s jaw dropped as she gaped at me over her shoulder. “My behavior? I did everything I could to be the perfect wife. To be sophisticated and elegant.”
My eyes narrowed as I speared her with a dark glower. “Exactly.” Smack. “I don’t know what has come over you lately, but I want my wife back.” Smack. “I don’t want a plastic, cold, socialite.” Smack. “I want the warm, funny, sweet woman I married.”
“But—” Smack.
“Are you going to give her back to me?” I demanded, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. Hazel turned her head forward for a moment, and I held my breath.
Then she looked back at me almost shyly, the adorable sight making my dick swell painfully. “I just wanted to be the perfect wife for you. To impress your clients and—”
I flatted one palm on the back of her neck before dragging it down her spine to the cute dimples above her ass. “You were already the perfect wife,” I told her softly. “And for the record, you’ve always been worthy of being on my arm. If anyone wasn’t worthy, it was me. I’ll never be good enough for you, peaches. But I’m going to spend eternity trying.”
Her expression softened, and she nodded as she gazed at me with love shining in her eyes. Relief trickled through my veins, but it was no match for the fire raging inside me. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. “Now, give me what I want,” I growled.
“Huh?” She looked confused, and I reiterated my command from earlier. “Say my name, peaches. I want to hear you admit out loud who owns every inch of this body.”
“I did,” she protested before repeating, “Jamison.”
The crack of my next spanking rang off the walls. “Say my name, peaches.” I grabbed my cock and squeezed, trying to stave off my orgasm. Then I slid the angry, purple head up and down the crack of her ass a couple times before slipping under and putting just the tip in then retreating.
“Jamie!” she shouted with a mixture of objection and naked want.
“Good girl,” I purred. I slipped my hands around to cup her tits and played with her sensitive nipples while I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on the back of her neck and down her back.
Hazel whined, and I spotted one of her hands inching toward her center. I grabbed it, then took hold of the other one as well. “Are you deliberately trying to provoke me, peaches?” I grunted. “You know the rule. Nobody plays with your delicious pussy but me.” She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and I saw the sparkle in her beautiful green eyes that had been missing lately. The need to fuck her slammed into me so hard I almost collapsed on top of her. Inhaling slowly, I thought about investment statistics until I felt a measure of control return.
