“You mean that she is my wife and that if you want to not be the next dead body she examines that you keep your motherfucking eyes, hands, and mouth to yourself, correct?”
“Correct.”
“Oh, Mr. Ivanov, it’s good to see you,” Chief of Police Aguirre says. She approaches with a smile. “I was just about to call you. We could use your expertise. I found a smashed drivethat looks like it’s been in the desert for more than a day. Maybe you or your specialized equipment could work your magic.”
“Send it over and I’ll see what I can do,” I say with smirk. That’s when my hardworking wife looks our way. I see her face harden and immediately I sense a hint of jealousy.
She stands, handing over the sealed bag to her assistant. Then she turns our way, and I wait expectantly for her arrival. “Mr. Ivanov,” she says as she reaches us.
“Come on now. Elsa, you don’t have to be so formal. We know he’s your husband.”
“I like to be professional.”
The chief nods and then says, “Thank you, Mr. Ivanov. Our offices will be in contact.”
I nod and return my attention to my wife who is full of questions, but they can wait. Her face is flush and beads of sweat run down the sides of her face. “Dearest love, do you need some water? It’s a bit hot and I’d hate for the sun to get to you.”
“I’m fine,” she insists, but she’s clearly upset.
“What time will you be done?”
“We are working until the scene is cleared and the evidence is logged and processed. I’m scheduled until eight, but it depends on how long things take.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I wink and then add, “You look fetching, my wife.” She blushes and then walks back to her work. I glare at the little twerp who had made the comment about my wife. He’ll be reassigned tomorrow. I’ll make sure of it.
The moment she steps through the door, I scoop her up in my arms. “Shower time.”
“Put me down,” she squeals as I rush her up to our bedroom. “I showered at work.” I growl, angry at the idea of her showering around strangers.
Kicking our bedroom door closed, I dropped her onto the bed. “You were naked around other men.” She lands on her back, but I’m quick to flip her onto her belly and pin her down.
“Are you nuts? Of course not. We have a women’s locker room. I didn’t want to come home with any of the gunk on me.”
“Gunk?” she nods fast.
“Well, I’m going to make you a dirty little mess and you’ll need another wash up, Mrs. Ivanov,” I whisper against her ear. I reach between the mattress and her, sliding my fingers under her cute pink leggings. Her firm ass is pressed nicely against my crotch. Damn, my pretty wife always looks so sexy in anything she wears, but she went to work in damn near hot pink leggings today, trying to drive motherfuckers wild.
“What are you doing in these dick teasing pants, wife?”
“Trying to tease my big dick husband because he came to my work looking hot.”
“No need to be jealous, Princess. You know this big cock is only for you.”
“Take off your top before I rip it to shreds.” She does and I flick the clasp to her bra, letting it fall off. Next those brain draining pants have to go, so I yank down her leggings and slid them down her thighs. They reveal her pink thong panties and round cheeks. “Fuck, Elsa, you’re asking for a thoroughly hard fucking today, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.” She pushes her ass back until it hits my hand.
“I love that you’re asking for your spanking.” My hand comes down on her bottom several times, turning it almost as bright as her panties. Elsa lets out a yelping cry each time I make contact with her supple flesh, and those sounds stiffen my already hard cock. My zipper digs into the bottom of my shaft. Ireach down and adjust before freeing myself. The tip is already wet with a pearly bead of precum just for my pretty wife.
“You’re lucky that I’m too fucking horny to punish your ass for this. I need to be inside this sweet, hot pussy.” I run my finger under her thong and into her wet hole. “You’re so damn ready for me.” No hesitation. I move into position behind her and line up my cock with her entrance to slide into her warmth.
She grunts as I push deeper into her until my hips meet ass. “Fuck, Miles. You’re too deep.”
“No, I’m just where I belong and you’re going to take this dick because you asked for it.” I fist her hair, wrapping her ponytail through my fingers as I yank her head back. My tongue slides along her throat. “You are perfect, tempting, and all mine. You need to understand what you do to me. This dick is just a simple reminder. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you do.” I pull back and then thrust forward, slamming hard. She gasps, gripping the pillows like her pussy is gripping my cock.
