Page 61 of Beauty and the Bosshole

She cries my name as she shatters apart this time, coming all over my hand. I growl, press the button on the toy to stop it, and then toss it aside. Before she's even had a chance to come down, I'm spinning her around, bending her carefully over the built-in shower bench.

"Fuck," I groan, slamming into her.

Her head flies back, her muscles clamping around me.

"You feel too fucking good, wife." I hold her steady, pounding into her.

"I know!" she cries like it's my fault her pussy is heaven, and I can't stay out of it. "Fuck me. Please!"

She doesn't have to tell me twice. I'm a motherfucker on a mission as I pound into her, fucking her hard and deep. Hersweet sounds echoing around the bathroom spur me on. This right here—this is perfection.

I never wanted it until I had it. Now, I'd kill to keep it.

"Reese, I'm… I'm…"

"You think I don't know, Ava?" I slip my hand around her body to play with her clit. "I know this body, baby. Iownthis perfect body."

She sobs my name—which I take as an agreement.

"Do it, wife. Soak my cock."

She never has to be told twice, either. Her pussy clamps around me as she explodes with a keening cry. I growl her name, her orgasm milking my cock. I thrust without rhythm, draining myself into her, giving her every damn drop.

She droops beneath me, her knees threatening to buckle.

"Shit." I spin her, scooping her carefully into my arms.

Her head rests against my shoulder as she pants for breath, her cheeks pink from exertion, a sated smile on her lips. Fucking gorgeous. My damn heart rolls in my chest, and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a hard kiss.

"I love you; you know that?"

"Mmhmm," she hums sweetly. "I know."

"Fuck that toy though, Ava. For real."

She giggles, cracking one eye open. "You can't hate sex toys, Reese. You own a sex toy company."

"I don't hate sex toys in general. I hate yours," I correct, reaching for the soap. "More specifically, I hate yours when they're in your hands."

She giggles again, rolling her eyes.

"We both know you only get them out to fuck with me, baby." I run my soapy hands over her, quickly washing her up before she falls asleep on me. "I doubt you even use them when I'm not here."

"I'll never tell," she says.

I chuckle, kissing her hard on the mouth as I rinse her off and then carry her out of the shower.

"Meow."

"Jesus Christ. How'd you get in here?" I peer down at Vegas, who blinks up at me from the rug. He's an orange tabby. I think he's stalking me. Everywhere I look, he's there.

"He probably followed you again." Ava peeks down at him, smiling. "He loves his daddy."

"He's an asshole, Ava."

"Aww. He even takes after you."

I dig my fingers gently into her ribs, making her squeal. Right up until she elbows me in mine. "No tickling the pregnant woman! I'll pee!" she cries, squirming for me to put her down.