Addicted

Addicted

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I just love sex, no big deal right. Try telling that to my wife, we've been married for two years now. At first I never had to ask for sex, she was always the one who threw herself on me. We would have sex at least three times a day, she could get pretty wild in bed. After a month of marriage she only wanted to have sex one time a day, two months later every other day saying she's tired. I will always laugh at her then we will argue, i'll say her what are you tired from shopping all day, you don't have a job, you don't have any kids. All you do it stay home and spend my money. I stop harassing her for sex the day I got an invitation to this exclusive gentleman's club.
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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