Page 192 of Delicate Storm


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And I know how to get it.

Grabbing her ponytail, I pull her head back and lean in, pressing my lips to her ear. “Let’s buy a house,” I say out of nowhere, loving her little gasp.

“What?” she whispers, her voice full of confusion.

“A house, Paige.” I continue to rock my hips, pounding into her while she processes my words.

When we first got together, I mentioned that I wanted Isaac to grow up in a house, and she understood my reasons, but we both agreed that we’d wait until I’d retired, so we could decide where best to live. And as a bonus, it’s nice to have family in the same building, with Paige’s dad and my mom. She moved into Paige’s apartment when the house got too much for her— with Phil in tow.

I was all for waiting, until Paige smothered her passionate cry just now, making me realize we need more space. I respect the hell out of her for always putting Isaac first, always worryingabout him. But I also want to be able to fuck my wife and I want to do it without any restrictions.

“I’m sick of apartment living. I want a house with a gym and a pool and a million other surfaces I can fuck you on. And I want it to be ours.” My words are rushed and breathless as my cock drills into her, but I turn her face to see me, making sure she registers the conviction in my expression. This is happening.

“You’re choosing now to bring it up?” Paige laughs and her pussy squeezes my cock, making me retaliate with another slap to her ass.

“Yep. Got an issue with that, Wilder?” I suck the flesh below her ear as I cup her pussy, slowing my pace while gently rolling my hips against her.

“Oh God. Oh God.”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“So, it’s a no.”

“No. God, Easton. This—” A high-pitched mewl escapes her and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Shall I decide for us?”

“You’re doing this… Jesus… Yes. There. Oh God.”

“Paige?”

“Yes. Okay. Let’s buy a house. With every fuckable surface. And a pool house so I can scream your name while you’re pounding into me.”

“You want a fuck den?”

“Sounds dirtier than I meant it to be, but sure. Although maybe we call it a palace over a den.”

A palace?Fuck, I love her but… “I’ve got another alternative.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I push her back down to the bed with her face in the pillow and her ass on full display once more. I groan at the view, beforefilling her in on my idea. “Bite down on the pillow, Wilder. You’re about to see stars.”