The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

I cup her face, my thumb brushing over her lips. She opens up for me, and I nearly fucking lose it
when he tongue darts past my finger. She looks so fucking sexy, her hair messed up and in my grip,
that sexy nightgown, that look in her eyes.
“Moment of honesty,” I whisper. “I can’t resist you. I haven’t stopped thinking about the way I
kissed you at our wedding, and then again in your office. I need more, Raven. I need another taste.”
She leans in hesitantly, her lips brushing against the edge of mine. “Then take it,” she whispers.
“I’m yours for the taking.”
I groan as my lips meet hers, her hands roaming over my body with the same need I’m feeling. She
moans, and my cock fucking twitches with need. The way her tongue tangles with mine is unreal, and I
already know I want my cock in her pretty little mouth. My wife is a fucking enchantress, no doubt.
“Raven,” I whisper against her lips, pulling away. She’s panting, her lips slightly swollen, and
fuck me. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I smirk as I push against her shoulder, making her fall back onto our bed. “Ares,” she moans, my
name a plea on her lips.
“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me lately, baby? Watching you walk around my
home in these sexy little outfits? Every time you smile at me, you make me fucking weak.”
I lean over her, my cock pressed right against her pussy as I hold myself up on my forearms.
“You’re not the only one who’s been struggling, Ares,” she whispers.
I grin and lean in, my lips brushing against hers, once, twice, before I dive in and kiss her fully.
She feels so fucking amazing against me, and this is so fucking surreal. I thrust my hips into her, and
she moans into my mouth, her leg hooking around my hip, as though she wants more. Fucking hell.
I groan when Raven pushes against my chest all of a sudden and pull away to look at her,
confused. She looks conflicted and tips her head toward her phone. I hadn’t even heard her alarm
ring. “What the fuck is that?”
She pushes me off, and I sit up, my cock tenting in my boxers. “I’ve got a campaign that’s going
live in Asia now. As part of my contract, I’m required to engage with the content on social media for
an hour.”
I run a hand through my hair and groan loudly. “You’re kidding me.”
She shakes her head and starts to scroll through her phone. “It’s awful timing, I know. I just…”
I pull her back against me and kiss her, my hand balling into her hair. “Fuck the campaign,” I
whisper in between kisses. “I’ll pay the penalty. I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me keep kissing
you.”
She giggles and pushes against my chest, her expression admonishing despite the lust in her eyes.
“No,” she tells me. “That’s not who I am. I hate being irresponsible like that.”
She sits up in bed, and I groan as she puts her no-nonsense work face on. Yeah, there’s no way
she’ll let me kiss her now.
I sit back next to her, our shoulders touching as I try my hardest to calm my raging cock. I don’t
recall the last time I wanted someone this desperately. I don’t think I ever have.
Raven gasps and then bursts out laughing, her cheeks turning rosy once again. My curiosity
piqued, I lean in over her shoulder and glance at her phone.
“What the fuck?” I yank her phone out of her hand and stare at the dick pic in her Instagram DMs.
“Who the fuck is this?”
Jealousy more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before steals my every thought, replacing it with
images of Raven and some boyfriend she’s hidden from me.
“No idea,” she says, stealing her phone back. “I get these all the time.” I watch as she deletes the