EX-HUSBAND'S BOSS FOR VALENTINE

OBSESSED

ROYAL:

Sometimes, wanting Melania feels so wrong because I didn’t plan any of this. I thought it would be easy to stay away from her, but she is so f*****g gorgeous. Everything about her steals my breath away, and if we weren’t married, it would be illegal to stare at her the way I do, especially when she is asleep. Saying I am obsessed doesn’t do justice to the way I feel, and sometimes, I hate how much it interferes with my daily life because I can spend hours daydreaming about her.

Her lips are soft and perfect for me. The more I kiss her, the deeper I sink, like I’m drowning and she’s the only thing keeping me breathing. It’s impossible to pull away when all I want is to have her pressed into me, wrapped around me, completely mine.

She finally pulls back, her gaze meeting mine, her lips swollen, and I can’t stop staring. I want this woman, but I am afraid she doesn’t feel the same, and God, I don’t want to cross the line, but my body betrays me every f*****g time. I don’t know what I’ll be capable of doing because of her in a few months, and honestly, it scares me.

I press my forehead against hers, my hands sliding up her thighs, trying to decide if I should walk away, but then her hands slip under my clothes, and my d**k responds instantly, straining harder against my pants. Her touch is delicate, sending a sharp ache straight through me, and f**k, I feel every vein in my c**k throbbing, begging to be inside her warm walls. My hands move on their own, fingers hooking into her panties, sliding them down her legs.

I trail my fingers back up, teasing her entrance, and as I coat them with her wetness, a moan escapes her lips, her body pressing into me like she needs more, like she wants me just as badly as I want her.

I drag my fingers up her slit, spreading her slickness over her swollen c**t, and the sound she makes nearly sends me over the edge. Her head falls back as she lets out a gasp, and I swear I have never seen anything more beautiful than Melania like this—needy, desperate, trembling for me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her neck, my teeth grazing it gently as I slide my fingers deeper, curling them inside her, finding that perfect spot that makes her thighs shake around me. Her walls clench around my fingers, and I feel my fingers tightening as her soaked core draws me in.

“god, fuck... Royal,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, her hips rolling to meet my touch.

Hearing my name like that does something to me. I want to wreck her. I want to make her feel me for days, to mark every inch of her body so no one ever forgets that she belongs to me.

I yank my fingers away, savoring the way she whines at the loss, but I don’t give her time to complain.

I undo my belt, pushing my pants down just enough to free my c**k, which aches badly. I grip her thighs, spreading them wider, aligning myself at her entrance. Slowly, I tease her, rubbing my swollen tip against her entrance, coating myself in her wetness, making her squirm, her fingers gripping the edge of the table like she’s barely holding on.

“Please,” she whimpers, her breath falling hot on my neck as she tugs on my body.

The desperation in her body fuels me, and I thrust into her in one deep stroke, sinking in, stretching her, filling her so completely she cries out, her head falling back as pleasure rips through her.

“f**k,” I growl, gripping her hips, holding her in place as I pull back and slam into her again, harder this time.

“Oh, my god!!” The sound involuntarily leaves her lips as she intertwines her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to her.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper as her heels dig into my back. Her nails scratch down my skin, sending sharp pleasure straight to my c**k, and it feels like a reward, making me go faster. Soon, the sound of our flesh slapping together hangs in the air with the smell of s*x.

With each thrust, I claim her, branding her as mine. She feels like heaven wrapped around my c**k, gripping me so tightly I can barely think. My balls are heavy, aching, tightening with every thrust as they are desperate to empty inside her, but I refuse to let it end too soon.

I slam into her deeper and harder, letting her walls milk my c**k, making my head spin. I groan against her neck, biting down as pleasure threatens to tear me apart.

“f**k, Mel,” I growl in a rough voice.

My hands grip her waist tightly as I pound harder with the intent of making her forget every man she has ever been with. I want her to wake up tomorrow, still trembling from the aftermath. I want her to crave this, so she always comes back to me whenever she is horny because no man will satisfy her.

I shift her legs higher, angling deeper as I hit her spot over and over. My name falls off her lips a couple of times as she bucks her hips toward me. The desperation in her tone tells me she is close.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper against her lips, slowing just enough to make her feel every inch of me dragging against her sensitive walls. “c*m for me.”

Her body shatters beneath me as she cries out, her fingers digging into my skin as pleasure wracks through her, her p***y clenching down so tightly around me I can’t hold back any longer.

“Oh, f**k,” I groan, burying myself deep as my release slams into me. My c**k throbs, pulsing as I pull out of her, decorating her thighs with my warm release.