#evangifs

A soft huff escaped your lips as you climbed the grand staircase, your arms were full of shopping bags. James had given you enough money to buy a house, insisting you go out and spend your day shopping. You didn’t mind the getaway, it was nice to hear yourself think outside of all the construction sounds. As you approached the penthouse suite your brow furrowed. You could’ve sworn James told you your room was completely finished, so why was there a loud hammering coming from beyond the door?

You pressed your cheek to the door before calling out through the thick wood.

“ James?! Is that you? ”

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James greeted you with a smile, sending you off with a plentiful sum of cash to go shopping for the day. He watched from the stairs as you made your way out of the hotel. He didn’t intend for his next victim to be taken in your shared penthouse suite, but it was what the moment called for. The hotel was running rampant with construction workers, and the penthouse was the only room that was completely finished. 

He had met this man during a business meeting, James could never quite place what possessed him to kill, but he knew the feeling when his eyes landed on their next victim. 

That’s exactly how  he ended up in this predicament, his wife on the other side of the door while he stood,axe in hand over a beheaded business colleague.

“ Give me just a moment my dear! ”

A small huff escaped your lips, plopping the full shopping bags down onto the hotel floor. 

While you stood bored in the hall, just beyond your front door was a gruesome murder. James wasn’t panicking, he calmly dragged the man off, disposing of him through a hidden shoot disguised as a wall safe. Quickly James tossed down his head, followed by the rug that was now covered in blood, along with his axe.

He gave himself a quick once over in the mirror before spotting the blood covering his suit. He scoffed softly, yanking off his bloodied suit, leaving him in only his black trousers.

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Finally the penthouse door opened revealing James standing there, chest slightly heaving, his gelled hair falling down his forehead, and his usually perfect three piece suit was discarded on the floor leaving him in only his trousers. 

“ What took you so long? ”

“ I was in the middle of a business call. Let me help you with your bags. ”

Quickly James scooped up your shopping bags from the floors, bringing them into the penthouse. 

“ Why don’t you show me what my wife spent my money on, hm? ”

A smile graced your lips before you scooped up your bags, running off to try on the many things you bought.

James sat on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard, a glass of scotch in hand. He watched as you came out in a striped, black and white dress, before running off to try on another. Each dress was different from the last, stripes, polka dots, flowers, plain, each one was different, but each suited you better than the last. 

It had been a few minutes since you last came out in a new dress and James was growing curious about your absence. Before he could get off the bed he heard the bathroom door open. 

James’ eyes widened, his fingers clenched around his scotch glass. You stood in the doorway to the bathroom wearing a silk slip dress, the top lined with lace, and a small garter on your thigh to match. A small grin crept across your lips as James stared on. 

His mouth was dry, his expression was blank, he had never seen you in anything like this garment. You looked like the definition of beauty, and you were his to keep all to himself. 

“ Do I just get to look or can I touch as well? ”

A laugh escaped you before you sauntered over to James’ bedside. You crawled up onto the bed, straddling his lap, your hands coming to rest on his chest. 

“ Do you like it? ”

“I absolutely adore it. ”

Your smile grew wider, as did James’. You knew things weren’t perfect in your marriage, but moments like these made it all worth it. You loved James and he loved you, it was clear as day. 

James’ hands wandered the silky fabric, slowly sliding it up your thighs, past your hips, until it caught around your waist. His hands moved to toy with the matching lace panties you wore. His hands dropped from your body to his own. He moved you off his lap, allowing him to free himself from the confines of his tight trousers. 

He stood tall and proud, his cock bobbing forward, resting against his stomach. Slowly you crawled back on top of James before allowing him to take the lead. He guided your panties to the side before gently helping you down onto his shaft. 

Your hands rested on top of his shoulders giving you just enough leverage to ride him at your own pace. Your head fell back and your eyes shut, your mind fogged by the pleasure. James was affected, but evidently not as much as you were, between his words of praise and kisses he updated you on the status of the hotel. It was one of James’ less savoury features.

Slowly one of your hands slipped from his shoulders before coming to land firmly over his lips. James didn’t protest, even if he did you couldn’t be bothered to hear. Your moans were growing louder, your hips moving faster. James knew his wife well enough to give her what she needed. His hips bucked against your, his nails dug into your hips pulling you down harder onto his shaft, making sure each of his thrusts pushed as deep as you needed. His pace never slowed, his rhythm never faltered; it was like he was perfectly in tune with you. 

James watched as your eyes rolled back, as your body froze and tensed with baited breath before he felt that familiar warmth. His hips bucked into yours before inevitably you drained him for all he was worth. You became like mush, melting into one another, your cheeks flushed, your chests heaving.

James’ fingers traced gentle shapes into your skin, his lips pressing kisses anywhere he could reach.