After Faking My Death, My Alpha Husband Went Mad

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Chapter 129

I lean down and connect our lips together. His sweet mouth makes me moan into him as my hands position his arms above his head. My finger tips move up his forearms and I intertwine our fingers together.

“Wait…” He breathes against my lips.

“I have to tell you something.” He says.

“Later… I need you… right now.” I tell him in between kisses.

My hands cup his face and he sits up. I pull away from him and take his shirt off. His bronzed, tattooed skin turns me the fuck on. Muscles encase every inch of his body.

“I really need to tell you- ahhh” His sentences gets cut off when I start to rock my hips against his hard on and he moans.

“Damion… my skin is on fucking fire, I am so wet you could slip into me, and I feel like I could run ten miles. So either you fuck me, or I leave you with blue balls and get myself off… the choice is yours.” I tell him in a stern voice.

He is silent for a few seconds and the speaks up, “You’re right, it can wait.” Is all he

says.

His lips connect to mine for a quick kiss before he trials his lips down my neck. The temperature rises in the room as I rock my hips. My clit brushes against is dick through his jeans and we both groan.

“That’s it.” I grumble.

I take his hands from my ass and pin him down against the bed. “Don’t fucking move.” I order.

He watches me as my hands quickly unbutton and unzip his pants. I get off him and start to strip. I glare at him as he just sits there watching me, propped up on his elbows. Within a second he is off the bed and pulling his pants and boxers down.

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Chapter 129

I get on my knees and grab his dick. I start to slowly twist my wrist and move it down. Then, I graze my thumb over his tip and lick the precum off.

and

He moves my hair off my shoulders as I take him in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks when I have about half of him in my mouth. My other hand cups his balls and a loud moan comes

from his mouth.

His dick is throbbing, and if I don’t stop now he’ll cum.

I unclip my bra and throw it to the side before putting my hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him down onto the bed. Then, I climb on top of him and straddle him, but that doesn’t last long.

He flips me over with his wolf speed, which usually feels a lot faster. I don’t question it though. “You asked me to fuck you, so let me fuck you.” He says.

He kisses my boobs and spreads my legs. His lips approach my clit, but then he changes direction and go to my left inner thigh. I groan in frustration and he laughs against my skin.

His lips suck my thighs and I moan as his tongue swirls. Every one of my sense is on overload and I have no idea why, but it feels damn good.

He is still avoiding my clit and I am about to lose it. I sigh angrily, “I was promised I would be fucked. Are you going to do it, or should I find someone else- ohhhh.” His lips wrap around my sensitive clit and I moan mid sentence, just like I made him do.

“Yes… right there. Don’t stop.” I tell him breathlessly as my hands tug at his hair.

“You taste fucking delicious.” He says to himself.

He always eats me out to warm me up, but this time it feels a hundred times better. He is doing the same things that he always does because he knows I like it, yet somehow it feels different… better.

His hands spread my legs wider and I gladly oblige. The pull in my stomach starts to build and I moan louder.

I feel empty, I need him inside me.

Up. Now.” I tell him.

He immediately climbs up and I grab a condom from his dresser drawer. He is between my legs, hard and ready. I grab his dick and he groans as I pump him a few times. Then, I roll

the condom on him.

“Do you want this?” He asks as his tip nudges my entrance.

“Yes, now shut up and fuck me like you- shit!” I yell as he thrusts into me.

He starts to move in and out as I moan. He’s hits all the right spots.

“You have got… to stop… interrupting me.” I grit out as I hold back the moans that are about to come spilling out.

“Yeah? Well maybe stop giving me attitude.” He whispers to me.

“Let’s not lie hear baby… you love me attitude.” I shoot back with a smirk.

He thrusts hard into me and I yell out. He chuckles at my reaction and I glare at him. He starts to move faster and I throw my head back. My nails dig into his back and I drag them down. He groans him both pain and pleasure.