HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 125

Chapter one hundred and twenty five

Bianca

“Adrian,” I whispered against his lips.

“I know,” he said, though I hadn’t even finished the thought myself.

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He lifted me without much effort, my legs wrapping around him on instinct, and he carried me out of that room and down the hall to his own, kicking the door shut behind us with his foot. The house was quiet except for us, and to be honest, this point, I cared less if it wasn’t just us or not.

He set me down at the edge of the bed but didn’t let me go. His hands stayed on my waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin just under the hem of my top. Then he pulled the fabric up and over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him.

“Oh good lord,” he murmured, voice low. “Look at you. These…” His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs sweeping over the nipples. “Perfect.” He paused to look at me, “and this waist…” He traced the curve of it down to my hips. “I’ve been trying not to think about how much I wanted your body.”

He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough that my knees nearly gave out. His tongue flicked over the peak while his hand cupped the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until I was making sounds against the top of his head.

I tugged at his shirt and he let me pull it off, then pushed me gently backward onto the mattress. He followed me down. mouth finding mine again while his hands tried to unbutton my skirt. He dragged them down my legs along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare under him. For a moment he just looked at me, eyes traveling slowly from my face to my chest to the place between my thighs.

“Fuck, Bianca,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

He stretched out beside me, one hand sliding slowly down my stomach, fingers stopping just short of where I wanted them. He stroked the soft skin of my inner thigh, then higher, brushing so lightly over my clit that my hips jerked.

“I hope you know I tried to control myself,” he said quietly, watching my face as he did it again slowly this time, “I really did, I kept telling myself I wouldn’t do this. I wanted to see how much I could fight it but you won baby.”

His fingers dipped lower, sliding through the wetness between my legs, spreading it, then pulling back to rub my clit again. Two fingers slipped inside me just enough to make me gasp, then withdrew, leaving me empty.

“I’m only going to touch you,” he murmured against my ear, voice rough even with the restraint. “Just this, nothing more. You feel too good under my hands… I could do this all night and never…”

“Please shut up and fuck me,” I cut in, voice rough, hands already reaching for his belt.

His expression changed when I said that, the teasing vanished. He shoved his pants and underwear down immediately, his dick was already hard, the head already slick with pre cum. He climbed over me, settled between my legs, and rubbed his length against my wetness once, twice still teasing, still holding back before I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him

“Aghh,” the stretch made me gasp. He went slow at first, inch by inch, until he was buried all the way and we were both breathing hard. Then he started to move deep with thrusts that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head while the other stayed under my thigh, holding me open so he could go even deeper.

“Always taking me well,” he groaned against my throat. “So tight. God, your body was made for me.”

I smiled, the talkative Adrian in bed is my favorite version of him. The bed creaked under us as our skin slapped against skin. I could feel how wet I was every time he pulled out and drove back in. He shifted, pulling almost all the way out, then

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slamming back in at a new angle that made me moan loud.

“Adri…”I moaned loudly as I came hard, clenching around him so tightly he groaned.

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He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it, longer strokes now, deeper, praising me between our rough breaths. “Look at these thighs shaking… that pretty mouth…. the way you take me…” until my second orgasm rolled straight into a third and I was shaking under him.

He drove in hard one last time, buried his face on my neck, and came with a low, broken sound against my neck, pulsing inside me in thick, hot spurts. For a few seconds neither of us moved. His forehead moved, now rested against mine, both us breathing like we had run miles.

Eventually he eased out and rolled to the side, pulling me with him so I was half on top of his chest. His hand stroked slowly up and down my back, fingers tracing the curve of my hip like he still couldn’t stop touching me.

The sheets were a complete mess, half hanging off the mattress and when I finally looked up at him, Adrian was watching me with a very satisfied smile.

I woke up the next morning to sunlight coming in through a gap in his curtains and the unfamiliar weight of his arm thrown over my waist. For a second I forgot where I was, then I felt him shift behind me and everything came rushing back at once, the alcohol, me coming upstairs and all.

“Morning,” he said, voice still thick with sleep, lips brushing the back of my shoulder.

“Morning,” I said, not moving, mostly because I wasn’t sure my legs would cooperate if I tried.

“You’re not going to run off on me, are you?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in it even without turning to look at him.

“I don’t even know where my clothes are,” I said, which made him laugh properly, the sound rumbling against my back.

“They’re somewhere on the floor. I wasn’t exactly being careful with them last night.”

I finally turned to face him, and the sight of him like that, hair messy, eyes still half closed, was doing something unfair to my chest. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my car, his thumb lingering against my cheek a moment longer than necessary.

“I should check on Emma,” I said, though I made no move to actually get up.

“She’s fine. The nanny will care for her, dress her, probably spoil her with food all morning. You’ve got time.”

I rolled my eyes and sat up slowly, my head still a little heavy from the wine the night before. “What time is it?”

“Late enough that you should probably get ready for work,” he said, though he made no move to actually let me get up, his arm still holding my stomach tightly.

“Adrian, work,” I said again, poking his arm.

“Five more minutes,” he said, pulling me back down against his chiest, and I let him, because honestly I didn’t want to move either.

Eventually I did drag myself out of bed, and Adrian had one of the house staff bring up a change of clothes since mine from the day before weren’t exactly office appropriate but I still came without a plan because I knew with Adrian, it was settled.

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