Chapter 208
Chapter 208:
“Hey, so how’s everything p>
“Mom and Rena will be arriving today. I asked Felicity to arrange a closed-casket funeral. I decided we’ll have the funeral for us only.
The service for his colleagues and friends will be later p>
“That’s a good idea, because I just talked to Ghazi and we need to go p>
“W-what p>
“Oscar, look… you know what I do for a living, right p>
“Right, you work with Ghazi, handling his shady side of the business p>
I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, though I knew I needed to explain the truth. He needed to understand what he was facing.
“Shady is one way of describing it. I never want you to worry. You’re my husband, I love you, and I’ll always take care of you.” I held out my hand for him, pulling him to straddle me the second he took my hand in his.
“Are we in danger p>
“Never, I will see to it. Do you trust me?” I asked as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hand underneath to tweak his pierced nipple. I loved how sensitive he was to his piercings. “Nggh… you know I do, Zal p>
“I’ll make sure you have time to meet our mum and sister and hopefully attend your dad’s funeral. But after that we have to leave, we’re not staying here tonight. I am still not sure how long we have to stay hidden. But Ghazi told me to think of it as our extended honeymoon. I explained as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt before tossing it aside and starting to lick, suck and nibble at his soft, creamy skin.
“God Oscar, you taste so fucking good baby p>
“Zal…more p>
I grinned as he seemed to forget the threat.
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“Patience, my beautiful Oscar, you’re still hurting.” I stroked his hip, minding the spot where Doc had treated him for his gunshot wound. Original content can be found at.net
“I’ve taken my medication, I’m fine, please p>
I knew he was fine, Doc Stevens had assured me when I had texted him earlier, even teasing me about being whipped by my new husband. Well, he was right. I was whipped, I was totally in love with my husband and I couldn’t stop worrying about him.
As I started to unbutton his trousers, my hands reached back to the round of his ass, he moaned as I reached under his briefs and squeezed his bare ass cheeks. His lips met mine and his tongue sought mine and danced with it. He whimpered seconds after my fingers reached between his sexy buttocks.
“Mine,” I claimed as my lubricated fingers slid inside him and he thrust back into them.
“Yours,” he shuddered.
The way he rocked his hips needily made my cock beg for attention. But I wasn’t done torturing him when I added another finger and was rewarded with the most
sexiest sounds from his lips.
“Yours…Zal, ngghh…l need…more…fuck, baby, please… ngghhh p>
And when I touched where he longed to be touched, my husband cried out my name and demanded more.
“Get up, get naked, I want skin on skin,” I instructed as I began to strip, leaving my bare ass on the spacious sofa.
Oscar was back in my lap as soon as he was naked. I would never get bored of feeling his naked body against mine, especially when he leaned in and whispered in my ear that he was mine. Forever.