Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"I don't think we really need to be there so early." My husband pullsback in bed, makinggiggle.

| love that he always wants to haveto himself.

"Yes we do. We also have to get up." | remind him, but he simply groans and buries his head in my neck while

placing his heavy arm on my stomach, pinningin.

"Let's wake up a little later. I've missed my wife."

His voice is low, gravelly, and too intoxicating for my barely awake brain to fight.

Alex's breath is warm against my skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath my jaw. I try to be

responsible, really, | do, but how am I supposed to think when he's touchinglike this?

"Alex..." | murmur, trying to sound firm, but it comes out breathy and soft.

He smirks against my neck.

He knows exactly what he's doing. His hand slides beneath the hem of his shirt. The one | slept in, his fingers

grazing my bare thigh like it's a secret he's savoring.

"I love it when you wear this," he murmurs, nudging the fabric higher. "But | love it even more when you're not

wearing anything at all.”

"You're impossible," | whisper, threading my fingers through his hair as he kisses a path down to my collarbone.

He lifts his head, those green eyes locking onto mine with that slow-burning fire that makes my heart race.

"What do we have here, dear wife? No panties, hmmm?" He asks as he cups me, his fingers pressing into my

heat.

| gasp, my hips twitching instinctively into his hand. I can't think straight when he toucheslike this or when

he looks atlike I'm the only thing in his world worth his attention.

"| was tired," | whisper, weakly defending myself, though we both know it's a lie.

"Mmm." His smirk deepens. "Or maybe you just wantedto wake up and find you like this. Dripping and bare

like a fucking naughty little wife.”

His fingers slide between my folds,

"You're soaked, baby. You sure you want to leave this bed?"

"Alex..."

He slides a finger inside me, then another, curling them expertly. "That doesn't sound like no."

I arch against his hand, my thighs parting on their own. He kissesand not in a soft or sweet way. He's

possessive with the kiss like a starved man.

He kisseslike he owns my mouth just as much as he owns my body, and | give in because | do belong to him.

His fingers move faster, and | whimper into his kiss.

"Always so tight," he groans into my neck. "So perfect. So fucking mine."

He pulls his fingers out and lifts them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan like I'm his favorite taste.

Then, with a fluid movement, he flipsonto my back, spreading my legs wide and crawling between them, the

heat of his body pressing down onin the most delicious way.

"You think I'm letting you leave this villa without making you scream my name?" he growls.

"I think..." I try to catch my breath, but it escapesagain when his cock presses against my entrance, thick

and throbbing. "You're already makinglate."

He grins wickedly. "Let's make it worth then."

He thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt, and | cry out as my back arches off the bed. He fillsso

perfectly and stretchesjust right like my body was made to take him.

"Fuck, you feel even tighter in the morning," he mutters, his hips rocking into mine. "Like this pussy's been

waiting forall night."

I moan as he begins to move, his pace slow but deep, grinding into that spot that makes my toes curl.

"You love this, don't you?" he rasps. "Being fucked before breakfast. Being ruined before you've even had

coffee."

"Yes," | gasp, clinging to his shoulders. "Oh yes! yes! Don't stop."

He slams intoharder, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body.

"You beg so sweet, baby," he groans, biting down on my neck. "I'll give you everything. Again and again until you

can't walk out of this bed."

He pulls out suddenly, makingwhine in protest.

"Patience baby," he murmurs darkly, draggingto the edge of the bed by my hips. "I'm not done with you."

Before | can respond, he flipsonto my stomach, his hands firm and possessive as they mold my

hips exactly how he wants themet

high with my ass up and ny legs parted wide. | feel the heat of his stare behind me, the tension between us

snapping tight. s

"Stay just like that," he growls. "Showwhat's fucking mine."

| feel exposed. Open. Wanted in the most primal way. The cool air kisses my wetness for only a second before his

palm lands across my ass "smack!"

Sending a shock of heat through my entire body and | swear | cum a little.

"You should always wake up like this," he says, his voice rough as gravel. "Dripping and ready for me."

I moan into the sheets, clenching around nothing as he grabs himself and rubs the thick head of his cock along

my slit, teasingwith slow, slick glides that makewhimper.

"Alex... please-"

He slams intowithout warning, fillingin one deep, brutal thrust that steals my breath.

"Yes!" | cry out, my fingers fisting the sheets. Tears sting my eyes from how good

it feels. | swear unintelligible things leave my lips.

He fucksso well, | would promise him anything in this state.

His grip tightens on my hips as he continues to fuckfrom behind, hard and relentless, his skin slapping

against mine, echoing off the walls. | feel every inch of him stretching and claiming me. Lovingin the only

way he knows how. s

"This is mine," he snarls, his hand sliding around to my throat, pullingback against him.

"Yes it's yours- Oh! That feels so good!" | gasp.

He bends lower, his lips brushing my ear as he pounds into me.

The new angle has him hitting deeper, his cock slamming into that spot that makes my knees buckle My thighs

shake from the force of it, and can feel myself climbing again, building toward something

devastating. s

"| can't.. Alex I'm gonna-"

"Do it," he orders. "Cfor me, baby. Soak me. Letfeel how much this cock

ruins you."

His hand leaves my throat and finds my clit, rubbing tight, filthy circles.

The pleasure explodes throughlike a supernova, white-hot, endless and consuming. | scream his name, my

body jerking as | chard around him, pulsing and gripping him like | never want to let him go.

He groans loudly behindas his thrusts becerratic before he buries himself one last time, deep and

possessive, and spills insidewith a growl that sounds more animal than man.

He collapses over me, both of us panting, drenched in sweat, limbs tangled in the

sheets.

For a long moment, there's only the sound of our breathing, and the wild rhythm of

our hearts.

Then he kisses the back of my neck.

"| really did miss my wife," he whispers.

| smile into the pillow, ruined and utterly satisfied.

"We're definitely going to be late."

He pullsinto his chest and murmurs, “Lethold you just a bit longer.."

I laugh as | turn on the side table and notice they're fresh roses.

When did he get those?

“You're serious about gettingflowers every morning huh?” | tease, “Trying to

winover, dear husband?"

"You'll wake up to Roses, everyday for the rest of your life baby." He kisses my

neck.

"And stop callingnames that driveinsane and makehard unless you

want to miss the party." He whispers, making my lips part as | feel him already getting hard again.

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