The Club

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Chapter Twenty Five

Me and Wyatt were in the back of a black cab, I was a little tipsy and I grabbed the side of his face, pushing it to me.

“Guess what?” I whispered.

“What?” He chuckled, laughing at my tipsy state.

“I’m not wearing knickers.” My voice was quiet.

“Oh Gabrielle, you are such a good wife,” he chuckled and I giggled, throwing my head back. His hand went up my thigh, into my dress, I jumped as his finger went over my folds. “I think I’m going to burn all your knickers, you aren’t allowed to wear them as Mrs Cruz,” he whispered in my ear and I took a deep breath in.

“Put your finger in,” I purred in his ear.

“Baby, fucking hell we are in a cab,” he laughed and I looked over at the driver, the glass sheet separating us.

“He can’t see us.” My breathing was heavy and I pulled his ear as he pushed a finger inside of me.

“You’re so fucking tight.” My neck went up at his voice in my ear. I pulled my dress down, trying to cover up the fact Wyatt was pushing his finger inside of me. It was getting me off, his finger in me in public. We both normally loved that. It made me think we needed to go to the club at one point, it had been nearly a year since we both went.

“Baby,” I panted, my orgasm creeping up on me. Wyatt’s face was inches from mine and he had a cheeky smile. He kissed my neck slowly, coming up to my ear.

“Are you going to cum for the cab driver?” He asked me and my eyes rolled back. I slammed my jaw shut, grabbing his face as his thumb went to my clit, his finger still thrusting into me. I looked out the window behind Wyatt and we were way to close to home for my fucking liking.

“We’re nearly home,” I pouted.

“I better hurry up then,” Wyatt whispered, his head moving to the driver. I looked over, the guy was in his own world, dancing to the radio. “Your pussy is so tight baby, I can’t wait to plough my cock into you.” His voice was quiet and I bit into my bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get home. You’re going to be begging,”

“Wyatt,” I groaned, my whole body tight.

“Yeah, like that,” he laughed and I slammed my eyes shut, my hand over my mouth. I really wanted to scream and my body tried to sit on him as I came on his hand. I moved my hand from my mouth and Wyatt removed his finger, stroking my thigh. “I love you,” he whispered to me and I kissed his nose.

“I love you too.”




As Wyatt closed the front door he grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bedroom. I couldn’t believe this amazing man was my husband. Gabby, fancy a bit of anything, spent two years in sex clubs was married? To the best man in the whole entire fucking world. A man who I fucked before I even knew his surname. There was something about Wyatt the minute I laid eyes on him. I had never had penetrative sex with a man at a club but when I saw him I didn’t think twice. I needed him, then I got to know him. Every single one of his flaws were just another thing I loved about him. I knew I was going to be looked after for the rest of my life. Wyatt knew my past and I knew his. He never judged me, it was never a thing I would fuck any gender or any non binary person. He accepted me, it was never a thing I was a tiny bit of a whore, he accepted me. I always thought sex resulted in love but it didn’t. This man did, we were never going to be a vanilla couple but my best nights were watching some shit TV with him as he sat next to me with his notepad.

“What’s up?” He asked me, taking off his suit. I came back to life, shaking my head.

“I’m just thinking how lucky I am that you’re my husband. I can’t quite believe it!” My voice was raised, trying to hide the tears that wanted to explode, a lump in my throat.

“Baby,” he whispered, coming up to me.

“I love you so much, I never thought someone would accept me like you. I’m not sure I deserve it.” I said, wiping my eyes.

“Are you fucking crazy?” He laughed, running his thumb under my eye. “I love you. Why would I not accept you? You’re perfect.” He shrugged.

“I’m not perfect,” I giggled.

“To me you are. I can’t think of one thing wrong with you,” Wyatt said, pulling me closer to him. “Oh you can’t cook but other than that,” he chuckled.

“I don’t need to cook, I have you.” I smiled up at him.

“I want to do something super freaky with you tonight,” he whispered in my ear and my excitement rose. Yes please!

“Oh, super freaky?” I purred, rubbing myself against him. Wyatt started laughing and I moved my head back.

“Sorry, I don’t want you to get your hopes up my freak.” He kissed my forehead.

“Huh?” I asked, what the fuck was he talking about?

“Don’t laugh!” He shouted, smiling.

“You want me to fuck you up the arse?” I asked in all seriousness.

“No babe, jesus christ.” He rolled his eyes and I stamped my foot.

“What then!” I shouted.

“As you’re now my wife,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around me. “I want to make love to you,” he whispered in my ear. My heart jumped and I ran my hands down his head.

“Yeah? You want to fuck me slow?” I asked, pushing my chest up to his.

“That would be amazing, I think it’s the only thing we haven’t done.” I laughed at his words, it was true to be fair.

“Then make love to me,” I whispered, pulling him towards the bed. I lifted my white dress over my head, throwing it to the side. I only had my bra on and Wyatt leaned around me, undoing it. I threw it with my dress, backing up onto the bed. I crawled up to the pillow, my eyes on his. Wyatt dropped his trousers and the outline of his massive hard on made my mouth water.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He asked. Fuck we were freaks.

“Of course,” I whispered. “My pussy is already soaking for you.” I bit into my bottom lip as I spoke, watching him crawl towards me.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he breathed out, his finger teasing my pussy. I put my head back, accepting his touch. “Baby, you’re dripping. Your husband turns you on that much?” He asked. I let out a moan, my finger teasing my nipple.

“He does, he is the sexiest man alive.” I put my head back down to face him. I ran my hand over his new tattoo, it made him look even sexier and it turned me on that he had my name on him. In such an obvious place too, every woman would know he was taken by me.

“You like it?” He asked me, his finger still teasing me.

“Yeah,” I breathed out. “Everyone knows your mine now.” I wiggled closer to him.

“My wedding ring does that babe,” he chuckled and I felt my heart smash against my ribs. I looked down at my own, it was a simple white gold band and it slotted below my beautiful engagement ring that Wyatt finally fucking bought me. Two months after we agreed to get married.

“You’re all mine,” I whispered, grabbing his free hand and moving it over my body.

“Yes I fucking am.” He kissed my sparrow, making me jump.

“Baby,” I dragged out, my hand on the back of his head. He looked up and I stared into them beautiful dark blue eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, stroking the back of his head.

“And you’re sexy as fuck.” He leaned over me, his lips landing on mine. I pushed my body up and closer to him as our mouths opened. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, moving my head to the side. I felt him groan against my lips, him shuffling forward. I could reach him now and as he sucked on my tongue I rolled my hand over his erection. It tightened in my hand, adding to my arousal. Wyatt separated my legs further, coming in between them. Our mouths were still together, our tongues pushing against each other. I gripped the back of his head as his dick effortlessly pushed into me. It was rock hard and as he slowly pushed back and then deeper into me again I wrapped my arms around his neck. Wyatt put his hand around the back of my shoulders, lowering me onto the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing myself up as he thrusted into me, always slow and his rhythm made me groan in his mouth. Wyatt moved one of his hands to my cheek, stroking my ear. My whole body was tense and it had been many, many years since I was made love to. I didn’t think it was my thing but again, it was definitely my thing with Wyatt. He could fuck and he could make love. I felt so close to him and it was so romantic I felt like I was about to cry. He finally moved from my lips, they felt numb and I licked my bottom lip as I looked up at him.

“Baby, I’m going to cum,” he whispered and nodded. “Cum with me,” he pleaded, his hand going to my breasts, stroking me softly.

“Wyatt, that feels so good.” I closed my eyes letting it wave over me. It wasn’t an intense orgasm, instead it prickled every part of my body.

“Wyatt, I love you,” I whispered to him, my eyes opening. He gave me such a beautiful smile I felt like I was going to cry again.

“I love you too, now let me cum in you.” I rolled my eyes as his head came to my chest, licking me as his body tensed.

“Fuck,” he said on my skin. I grabbed the back of his head with both of my hands as he rolled his hips into me, his dick pulsing. “Baby, fuck.”


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