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on my period and thinking and how husband!john price would be the type of man to indulge his gorgeous woman in retail therapy during this time of the month. (also thank you all for 800 followers, i'm so grateful for every single one of you and it makes my heart swell to know that you guys enjoy my blog & my writing ♡)
husband!john who takes you to victoria secret on your period because he knows it's your favorite store. he sees the way you go to the mail and save the coupons they send you for later.
husband!john who furrows his eyebrows in frustration when you look up at him and ask, "how much can i spend?" with your pretty doe eyes. he scoffs at the question and dismisses it with a, "spend as much as you want, pretty girl" and a kiss on your cheek.
husband!john who surprisingly doesn't feel out of place at vs like most guys with their women. he thinks to himself that men like that are not men but little boys, immature and pathetic. he's by your side the whole time throughout the store, a hand on the small of your back as you look around. he thinks you'd look good in everything and voices his opinion about what would look good on you, but he lets you take the lead.
husband!john who licks his lips when you finally pick up the first thing you want: a blush pink babydoll nightgown. lace adorns the neckline, and all john can think about is seeing you in it and then right after stripping it off your body. when you ask him, "how is this?" all he can manage is an approving nod, a palm sliding down from his nose to his beard, scratching it to control his urge to take you right then and there.
husband!john who lets you scour the store without the need to carry any of the things you're about to buy, that's what he is here for anyway. you're already on your period and he needs you to be as comfortable as possible. when you offer a hand to carry the bag, he shakes his head, "i got it, baby. just keep shopping, okay?"
husband!john who sees the worry in your eyes at the register when you look at the total. you know that john lets you spend as much as your heart desires, but you always feel a little guilty. you're even more guilty because of your hormones so you tug the end of his shirt's sleeve and offer to put some things back to cut the total down a little but he shakes his head reassures you, "if my money isn't being spent on you, then consider it a waste." he holds your hand and squeezes it three times for "i love you" as he slides his card into the reader.
husband!john who drives to a food place after the shopping trip because he knows how dizzy shopping makes you sometimes and now your endless cravings add on to it. he feeds you with one hand while rubbing your stomach with the other, making sure that like always, you're as comfortable as possible.
(i literally love vs and i CANNOT WAIT to drain my man's bank account with weekly shopping trips because of it MWAHAHA)
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It had been years since John Price had first thought about asking you to marry him. Years filled with missions, laughter, and love, but also years of near-misses and interruptions that had turned his grand plans into a series of comedic disasters.
It all started one fateful evening when he had finally mustered the courage to pop the question. He had set the scene perfectly: a candlelit dinner, your favorite meal, and a bottle of wine that he had saved for a special occasion. Just as he was about to kneel, his phone buzzed with an urgent call from command. “Price, we need you on a mission, now!” The moment was lost, and he was left staring at the half-eaten dinner, wondering if he’d ever get another chance.
Then there was the time he had planned a romantic picnic in the park. He had even practiced his speech in the mirror, but just as he was about to ask, your phone rang. It was work, and you had to take the call. He watched as you walked away, his heart sinking as he realized that the universe had other plans.
Another time, during a cozy date at a quaint little café, the skies opened up, and rain poured down like a scene from a rom-com gone wrong. He had just taken a deep breath, ready to ask, when thunder rumbled ominously, drowning out his words. “Really? Thunder?” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
And then there was the ambulance siren that blared just as he was about to speak. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. It felt like the universe was conspiring against him, and he couldn’t shake the fear that you might grow tired of waiting for him to finally ask.
But today was different. You were both sitting on the patio of your home, the sun setting in a beautiful array of colors. John was visibly nervous, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair. You noticed but didn’t want to pry. Maybe this was finally the moment.
He took a deep breath, his heart racing. “I—”
Just then, a group of rowdy neighbors burst into the backyard next door, laughing and shouting, completely oblivious to the romantic atmosphere. John’s frustration boiled over. “Why? Why does this keep happening?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“John, it’s okay! They’re just having fun,” you reassured him, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him.
“No, it’s not okay!” he snapped, his voice a mix of frustration and desperation. “I’ve wanted to ask you for so long, but it feels like the world is against me! I had it all planned out, and now… now it’s just chaos!”
You blinked, taken aback by his outburst. “What do you mean?”
He took a deep breath, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “I wanted to ask you to marry me… But I guess no matter how much I try, I’ll just get cut off by nature or time.” His voice was thick with emotion, and you could see the vulnerability behind his tough exterior.
Your heart melted at his words. “John, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve always waited for you. I would always say yes!”
His expression softened, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift. “Really?” he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
“Of course! You’re my everything, Jonathan,” you said, reaching for his hand. “I’ve been ready for this moment since the day we met.”
With a mix of relief and joy, John finally smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Well, then… how about we make this official?”
He pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket, revealing a simple yet elegant ring. “Will you marry me?”
You gasped, tears of happiness welling in your eyes. “Yes! A thousand times, yes!”
As he slipped the ring onto your finger, the chaos around you faded away. The world might have tried to interrupt him, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. You were together, and that was all that counted.
And as the neighbors continued their raucous celebration next door, John chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess I’ll have to plan a better surprise next time.”
You laughed, leaning in to kiss him, knowing that no matter what interruptions life threw your way, you would always find your way back to each other.
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tags: smut/pwp, married life, wife!reader, husband!price, (house) wife kink, dresses, missionary position & mating press, misogyny, darker themes
price ran his team tightly. he had to. it was life or death, and the manner in which he ran his team, he saw great success. so it was only natural for price to run his home the same way. while it wasn't like a military task force, it was still ran with set roles and tasks for all members. he was the husband and you the wife.
and being the wife of john price meant tasks steeped in tradition. price wanted a proper woman to be his wife and expected only the best from you.
"don't touch those, john." you smacked price's hand away lightly, "they're for dinner, silly." then leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
"ah, sorry, lovie. couldn't help myself." he replied, "you know how much i love watchin' ya cook dinner. even the carrots." he leaned over and pinched your behind as he watched you continue to cook for a moment longer. his gaze lingered for a moment before he went back to the living room to watch the same.
that was your task, to take care of the home. you cooked price's meals and served it to him. he loved your cooking, to him you cooked like a proper chef and you were all his!
you got the roast out of the oven and asked in your sweet tone, "honey, do you want to eat at the table or in front of the television?"
"table's good, petal." he replied before he got up with a slight huff from the couch and with his beer headed to the table. he watched you serve dinner and when you finally sat down, you had your own plate of dinner. the missus gotta eat too!
price eyes the roast,but then eyed you across the table. in the dress you wore. you often wore dresses and fine jewellery. you had to look like a respectable wife after all! not the slags who called themselves 'barrack bunnies' that mactavish brought him. you were price's good girl.
before you could start your meal, price gestured for you to come to him for a moment. you obeyed and price pulled you onto his lap. he kept a strong arm around you. "my missus made this all for me, huh?" he pulled you a little closer. he got some of the mashed potatoes on the fork and fed it to you.
you replied, "no, you eat!"
"oh, don't worry. if i'm still hungry. i'll just have you." he said as his thick fingers touched your inner thigh. "pretty thing." he cooed as he played with your soft skin as he ate. in the process he fed you parts of his dinner.
price's task of the unit was to work and take care of you. you took care of the home and he made sure you wanted for nothing. if the rock on your finger was anything to go by, you were well taken care of.
"mmm, john. honey."
he chuckled beofre he kissed your cheek, "gotta take care of the wife. can't have an unhappy home." he continued to eat, only pulling his hand away from you when he had to cut the meat with a steak knife.
but even your amazing roast was nothing compared to your sweet cunt. that of course meant that you couldn't even finish cleaning up the dishes before your husband had you hoisted into his arms and headed to the bedroom.
price loved to keep you up. only right for a husband to feel up his wife. he loved his big, calloused hands on your round behind or your soft hips. he groped you as he unzipped your dress once he finally put you down on the bed. he then got you out of your string of pearls. you really did live a fairly charmed life.
your husband continued to strip you free of your clothes and he licked his lips at the sight of you when you were in only your push-up bra. he then got you out of it then felt up your bare breasts. he toyed with your nipples using his thumbs.
"my woman." he said, "nabbed yourself an older man who loved to make a mess of your pretty pussy. your love men who are bigger, hairier and who can fold you in half to ruin your cunt." he eyed you up and down, "i bet she misses me, huh?"
you blushed even more and you ended up splayed out in bed under your husband. he rubbed your hefty cock up against you. you swallowed when you felt the blunt head right up against you.
"my beautiful wife. so perfect for me. from the meals you cook to the cunt that keeps my boys safe. no need to masturbate when i got myself a wife to fuck every night. making me food, keepin' my house clean. you have no need to think too hard when you have a husband to do it for you." he sank into you and he watched your back arch. your cunt tight around him as he started to fuck you.
mrs. price's cunt was heaven on earth.
"mmm, john!" you whined loudly. the blunt head of your husband's cock hit deep inside of you. it felt like he was past your cervix and you knew very well that john price was a womb bruiser.
he continued to move against you, he eyed you as he thrusts. he admired your soft breasts. they moved as price rocked into you. it left him hypnotized. price kept his weight onto you, he kept you pinned to the bed. you were his wife and you'd take every inch he gave you. you whined under him and he admired you. every curve you held. the softness of your body. you were a heavenly, beautiful goddess. price's loving wife.
he bullied his cock inside of you. your burly, string husband who could melt you with the warmth of his love. while your marriage was a little more traditional and a little unconventional but, you felt more loved and adored than with any other man you could ever love. your older, strong husband would always love you. he'd die for you. so it was only fair you kept him satisfied
and that wasn't hard given how obsessed he was with your pretty little cunt. no other way to die than between the legs of his missus. "you're beautiful under me, lovie. you look like heaven under me. takin' me like no one else." he chuckled, "that's my petal, takin' your husband beautifully."
you moaned a little louder as he continued to fuck your soaked cunt. this was everything. price didn't need a woman with a forty hour work week. no, he needed a wife to care for the home. to care for him. you spoiled him with love and he spoiled you with whatever you desired. whatever you craved.
that was what a proper man did for his wife, he made sure you were taken care of. he loved the sight of you as he fucked you. your knees were hiked up and his cock pushed into your further given the new angle. price knew he was a bruiser and he loved it when his pretty little wife's pussy took him. the sweet thing he got to make a mess of every night.
he moved further and laid heavy kisses on you. he couldn't get enough of you. you drove him mad. no wonder he did everything to make sure you were taken care of.
he was addicted to his wife, his little housewife.
"ah, honey." you moaned a little louder, the pleasure was realy working through you. right up to your core. price's heavy thrusts sent shocks through your blood and your achy core yearned for him. he was a good husband. a traditional one, but he loved you and you loved him. you tensed up at the hot feeling in your gut. everything felt alive in your body was you needed him. you relied on your husband, even for things like orgasms.
"ah, please!" you whined loudly. you sounded almost desperate as price fucked you faster. you felt the fire in your belly as he nudged his cock up against you.
price's pace lost focus and the man was relying on instinct to get you both to climax. you felt the immense heat take you over as the older man roughly fucked you. your sweet moans sounded whorish as he made you finish.
"beautiful petal. you know how to drive me crazy." he laugh, a little out of breath as he worked your achy pussy through climax. the stimulation made your mind go blank for a moment. he loved you, he loved your cunt. loved it so much that he didn't last much longer. it was like you had him under a spell. anything you want, you got.
price fucked you through his climax and made sure every drop of him was safe in your gummy soft pussy. he pressed his forehead against yours when he slowed to a stop. he kissed you lazily with a lot of tongue as he pressed his softening cock as deep as i would go. you made the ideal wife for him.
and in return price did anything for his missus <3
hands on your hips, pressed you up against the counter. his cock hard in his flannel sleeping pants. hairy chest and stomach up against your backside. price is needy, he doesn't get needy. he was a military man with a resolve made of iron. but yet, there he was rutting against his missus without a care in the world.
he held on a little tighter and rubbed a little further up against your soft behind. his mind was racing with all the things he wanted to do you, how he wanted his wife.
"let me put it in, petal... just the tip."
but it was rarely the tip. price was greedy in a way that made it impossible for him to just give you the tip. it was like denying himself pleasure if he just rubbed his leaky tip up inside of you. no, he needed it all. he needed the tip to slam into the furthest parts of your womb. he wanted to make sure none of his boys went to waste. it was hard to do that when his fat tip was only inside of you.
you were on the bed you shared with your husband with your ass slightly up. price was taking off all your clothes, your shorts, t-shirt, bra and panties were all tossed to the floor. you could feel the temperature in the room rise as price got his paws on you. he licked his lips at the sight of you.
"look at ya, beautiful. my sweet petal." his cock twitched at the sight of you, "you drive me up the goddamn wall, look at you. you're beautiful." he felt excitement roam in his body as he admired your nude body, "the heavens made you all for me, didn't they? they said 'let's give this price something to keep him busy' and i got you. my beautiful wife." he felt something stir in his middle as he rubbed his achy cock up against you. he loomed over you as he pulled his cock out of his pants, "just the tip, right? just the tip for my princess."
you moaned a little against the covers and arched your back. you felt the fire in your belly as you shifted your hips a little. it felt erotic, your entire core felt hot as price teased your achy slit with his hard cock. you tried to find your voice as you said, "please, john. fuck."
price got the tip in, a bit of a stretch for his woman, but you've taken him before. countless times. you've become quite good at taking every inch of him. but as much as he tried to just give you the tip, rubbing it just at your entrance. it wasn't enough, it would never be enough. he buried his nose into your hair and exhaled deeply, "can't do it, petal. can't do it, love. i need ya, need that greedy girl." he said in reference to your achy pussy. he could feel the fire in his body as he moved up against you with such want. it almost pained him, it felt like he was being teased.
you held onto the pillow under your head and arched your hips a little. you had to admit, just the tip wasn't cutting it. you couldn't help yourself, your husband was a bulky man with a heavy cock. to only have the tip felt like a tease. you wanted to feel all of it, every inch of what your husband had to offer. you arched your back a little bit and price noticed it, that was the thing about him. he noticed everything.
so he took it as an invitation to sink himself all the way in with one hard thrust. the feeling of his cock fully inside of you made you yelp and hold onto the pillows tightly. you loved the feeling of him inside of you, even though he broke the promise of only the tip. you couldn't be mad for too long, not when it felt that good.
price continued to kiss at your neck with love as he worked himself against you. as he kept his hands on your soft lips and worked himself against you with a heavy pace. while price couldn't jackhammer your cunt till you made a pace, his thrusts carried power in its steady thrusts that made your brain get flooded with pleasure. he groaned against you, his lips on your skin for a moment longer before he said, "you feel like heaven, angel. my wife. i knew from the moment i married you that you were going to be everything to me." he said as he continued to fuck you. his thrusts were slow but powerful, it shook you to your core as your body rocked with want.
you groaned further into the covers and arched your back a little more. the pleasure was undeniable. there was something about price that let him just use you however he wanted. he knew how to fry your brain with over stimulation and made you crave him. you needed our husband more than you needed air. you let him bully his cock into you.
"ya feel like heaven, angel." he grunted, he held onto your hips tightly and worked his cock, "you have no idea what you do to me. anytime i'm out of the house i'm thinkin' about all the ways i can make ya scream and squirm. but you'd take it all so well because you're my beautiful wife. my everything. no one does it like you, no one pulls me in the way you do. that's why i can't just do the tip. i need to feel all of you." his voice was hazy with lust as he continued to work his body against yours and you felt the curl of your toes.
the hammering in your chest only made you gasp further into the covers. you felt the heat in your core as he fucked up into you with such a power that it left you without breath. you couldn't help yourself, there was something about price, your husband, that turned you on only further. you were at his mercy, you let his cock hit up against the softest parts of you. he loved it, he loved you. he loved the feeling of you while he thrusted up into you.
"please, john. you're so amazing." you whimpered against the covers and let him fully take you. the movements were still carrying such power as you held on tightly. the pelasure became so much, the pleasure mounted in your core and it made you hiss with pleasure. the heat was so much, to be fucked by your husband felt so good that you were clawing at the pillows.
you gasped against it and arched your back, you knew the fury in your core from the feeling. you groaned and let price take you perfectly, with pleasure the warmed your entire body. you knew you weren't going to last much longer, the feeling was intense and it made you moan loudly into the covers.
price could feel you clench around his cock as he battered himself up against you. he wanted to make sure he claim stuck, he wanted all of you. every way he could have you. he kissed your heated back as he worked against you, his movements were hard and it left you only more needy for his sexual want. your heart hammered, your body sweat and with a few more thrusts, you finished around his cock. you let out a sweet moan as you felt the pleasure rush through you. you panted heavily. the feeling was overwhelming as you held onto the covers for dear life, let yourself fully be taken over by the heated want of sexual euphoria.
price continued to move against you, working your achy pussy through your climax. his breathing was heavy as he fucked you with such a heated passion. he groaned as he moved against you. the kisses on your flushed skin grew hotter as he continued to fuck you with a heaviness, he loved it. he loved you. he soon pushed himself all the way inside of you and muttered against you, "take it all, petal. take every inch of your husband's hard." he rocked against you through his climax as his cum hit the back of your womb. right where it belonged.
he exhaled deeply and went "oh fuck yeah, petal." then moved your face to look at him and kissed you deeply on the lips. his cock still snug inside of you. he grinned against the kiss before he pulled out and laid out beside you.
he held you close after he pulled out. his nose in your hair. he said lowly, "sorry i couldn't do just the tip, love. you're to fuckin' addictive. need ya badly." he said lowly.
you traced patterns across his fuzzy chest and smiled a little, "i can't be too mad, it felt too good." you kissed his chin lovingly before you continued to trace patterns on his skin. your legs tangled up in one another as you laid in bed together. husband and wife, a perfect match. <3
i need more graves in my life. like southern cowboy graves who finds veteran reader one day in line for food or something and he just can’t help but talk to her until the blood rushes to his face and flushes red. need graves who never thought he would settle down or get married until he finds himself staring at rings after dating you for 8 months. philip who cherishes his fiery girl by winning stock shows and buying her a new mercedes just because. reader asking him how she can pay him back and he asks her to move in. philip who holds reader so so close to his body, never wanting to hurt her while his cock throbs into her. caressing her hair and clicking his tongue whenever she breaks eyes contact from his good he feels. philip being called away for a two month deployment all of a sudden. two months feel like two years until he can see his beloved peeing the ranch goats and chasing chickens back into their coop. philip who finally gets home and uses his rank to skip the welcome home ceremony, wanting to surprise reader at home since it’s late at night and him speeding home because they’re not going to live their lives through the phone. driving like a maniac until he feels the grind of gravel against rubber and the familiar low glow of the wooden house, until he holds onto her body like how oxygen embeds itself into his lungs. i need him so bad
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F!Reader, fluff, some smut, boyfriend!Graves, cowboy!Graves, P-in-V, soft sex, soft!dom Graves, veteran!Reader
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A/N: this is how I know you are a Graves lover, so please my dear..enjoy :)
You moved to the countryside, a small town and a pair of old boots. Life is calm, away from that old and rowdy one you lived as a soldier. This time around, you were told about some new small restaurant in town, decided to check it out and that's when all the stars aligned. He walks in, three days into his break from a long deployment and then, his eyes meet your frame. A small smile on him. Never did he see another woman like you in his part of town. Not as pretty or as captivating. His cowboy hat by his chest as he admired you. You, unaware, order your meal, eager to taste something new.
He walked closer, and the cashier asked for your name. "R/N," you said and he smiles. What a precious name. For days after, he returned to that small restaurant, walked around town and frequented many shops and then he stopped walking. There you were, getting what he assumed was your truck loaded with gravel and some other stuff. You were a local then. He knew the man from the shop, asked around and soon he realised you were the woman who bought a property close to his. Ain't it funny. Your herd dog ran away and into his property, what a fun time Philip would have.
"I'm sorry, he…is a bit of a runner," you chuckle as you get your dog in the truck. "No worries, hun. I'm Philip," he extends his hand and you shake it. "I'm R/N, a pleasure to meet you," you smile. "So, what is a pretty lady like you doing 'ere?" You chuckle, your hat being the perfect sunblock for this sunny day. "I own this land," you answer and he smiles more. "Ah, so that means you aren't just a pretty lady with a dog, that makes you my pretty lil neighbour," he gets closer. You couldn't deny it, he had his charm and it worked on you. "What if instead of keeping you out on this Sun, I keep you out, say Friday night at around 8 pm?" Oh that smile on him, what a dangerous game it played.
And so you accepted. You played the dangerous game with him and it turned into something so calm and beautiful. Now, instead of spending his days or weeks off work alone, he spends them with you. He got to know you, understand you and love all of you. Every day, there he was, at your front porch, wildflowers at hand from his part of the land. Every day, there you were, at the front door, ready to greet him with a kiss. It never was the fact he could buy store flowers, it was the intention, to always bring them to you, pretty or not, he took his time every day to pick them out, to think, 'She'll like them, yeah…this one is perfect,' that is the beauty of him. And, you always fell even deeper for him. That smile, the same one he saw every morning, gave him more reason to go around, plant flowers on his land and when they grow, he will cut them and hand them to you.
It's what all lovers did before him. His eyes, my my my, were they enchanting to look at. He never meant to be a husband, to come home to his pretty lady, to love. He was meant to be a soldier, a commander and to watch himself die sometime far from today, in some dangerous place. Today, he walks around, looks at rings and shakes his head anytime the lady at the jewellery place asks if he likes that ring. "No, don't think my darling would fit this, I need something more…more beautiful…something that matches her beauty, so let's keep looking." But that was a game to never be won. In his mind, no diamond would match your beauty, it just had to at least resemble your natural looks.
His friends were all teasing him for falling in love. It's not bad, they reassure, it's…new..it changed you for the better, they all admit. When he introduces you to them, they all look at each other. "Oh, it makes more sense," one says and the rest agree. You did change him, he has become someone everyone admires more, and he has more reason to do certain stuff now. You and him, it is possibly the healthiest of loves he or you had. The warm feeling in your chest, that feels right. The compliments from his mother, his father and siblings, all feel too well. And you know that maybe you are right, maybe this is love. It's love in the beautiful, the ugly, the immature things you two laugh at, the stare his friends give when they know he find his forever person. It is real…it's love for what humans know love to be.
"My dear, c'mon, calm down," his voice soft, hands on your body as you argue over something that happened at a store. "Babe, you don't get it. That man…ooh that man do I dislike him!" He chuckles, "You know what the deal was and what he said was right-" "No, no it wasn't and you know what, shame on you for backing him up." You push him. "No, don't do that, we don't do that. If I fuck up, you correct me and I do the same for you, we fix each other that way." You huff out and cross your arms. He was right, you did that and now he had to do the same. Anytime he said or did something that wasn't right, you corrected him and he listened and apologised and did better next time. Now, here you were, having to be in his situation. "Sorry…it's just…why…why would that man do that- you're right..sorry"
"It's over, let's move on," his arms wrap around you and you sigh. "I love you," he reminds you and you smile. Your arms now wrapping around him. "I love you too," you whisper and get comfortable in his arms. Slowly, this became the norm, talk it out, don't yell but talk, it's simple and it's what keeps it all comfortable.
Christmas, ten months into loving you, he buys and gifts you a car. Lavish and all for you. For what reason? No motive, he just felt the need to give it. You, being someone who can't just accept these nice acts, shove the keys back to him. "Nope, nope…Phil, you can't just give me this." He shakes his head, "I can and it's rude to deny a gift, my love," he walks to you, the smile on him again. Was he a wizard? To have you so enchanted by his smile? "But-…how can I repay this? This is too much, Phil-" A kiss, is all it took to have you calm down and let him love you more. "Move in, that's all I ask of you." He says between kisses and you smile. Of course, now that is the man you know. A mastermind for a fiance? Now that is something to have yourself get accustomed to.
By Spring, he and you married.
By Summer, he had your back arched, your body and his pressed against each other as he repeatedly made love to you. His cock, deep inside of you as your milked him for every last drop. Your hands, wrapped around his back, owning him and marking him with scratches, ones he would proudly wear. His hands caress your body as if you were some angelic creature. Your eyes close once your body starts to feel euphoric, its pleasure to the greatest it can be. Philip's kisses trail from your lips to your collarbone. Your tits bounce with each thrust he gave you, your eyes closed and then he grabs your face with force. "Don't you dare look away, my love, not now," he grunts and moans.
His fat cock stretches your tight cunt to its limit. You let our whimpers, your orgasm building up slowly. "That's it, be a good girl-" he grips your face again. "Tsk, what i say?" He kisses you and once he is done with your lips, he ensures your gaze never leaves his. Your drunken stare is the one thing that is making him last so long. Your juices leak all over him, his cum deep inside of you, making sure to leave you leaking. It was his way of saying goodbye as he went on yet another operation. Your cunt, throbbing for the abuse and love your dear husband gave you over and over. It was perfection, it is love that he makes to you on a night like this.
Your teary eyes, make him frown and apologise. "I'm sorry, I know…I know darling." he cups your face with his warm hands and kisses you all over that precious pouty face. Your tears dried by his lips. Love is an action or emotion. Right now, in this bed made up of two drunken lovers, he made sure to teach you that he was not like any of the past men you loved. He was sure of it because no other man-made you cum with a stare, a touch, or a lick of your precious and delicious cunt. He isn't most men, he is your man, your other half, the one that has you whimpering over his size. The one that has you lighting candles for when he comes back home.
After that night, he was gone for some time. Not much contact besides the small talk on texts or the quick calls from the base. It was an eternity, to not have him by your side, to not watch you fall over as you tried to feed the animals on the ranch. It was a long night when you didn't have him wrap his arms around you and whisper sweet nothings. But it was the rule, wait and I'll be back to love you more. You were his patient lover, like a woman back in the day, waiting all day for her man. And the second came with the view of the joint estates, he smiles. His pretty darling, his home and all those crazy animals, all waiting for him.
His mates at the base, all begged him to wait just a little longer but he couldn't not when he yearned to be in your arms. He didn't care, it didn't matter if they all wanted a sit-down cookout to celebrate a triumph of an operation. You mattered. You see, the thought of you, laying in bed, with an empty side, his pillow used as a teddy bear as you await for him, that was an image he couldn't let happen anymore. His truck, rushed through the night all to get a glimpse, a touch, a whisper and an 'I love you' from you.
The door, swung open as he hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom. The floor creaks under his step as he silents himself from excitement when he sees your precious face. It was a rush, it's love and glee to know he came home, came home to you. "R/N, doll..I'm home," he whispers as he gently stirs you awake. That smile of yours, oh it can melt a man as mean and cold as him. "Hi," your voice is so soft and small. "Hi," he responds and sits on the edge, watching as you crawl into his arms. "Did you miss me?" but of course, he knew that answer. You nod and bury your face on his chest. What was once an empty bed, is now a bed full of two. Two crazed people, two hearts, one home. "Oh I missed you more," he rubs your back and notices how your body relaxes. He holds you close, so close that it's as if he wants your body to become one.
His boots are under the bed as he settles in with you. Your warmth wrapped him in an embrace. This, this is all he ever needed. It wasn't some drunk one-night stand, it wasn't cheap love or cheap sex. No one could afford this. Don't think he even understood how much he had to afford this kind of love but he can and that is all that matters now.
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