James is hard again and wants Felicity to bend over the desk

Obediently, Felicity made her way to the bed, her robe still open, her body on display for her husband. She sat on the edge, her knees together, feeling like a naughty child called before the headmaster. James reached over and pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth, tasting himself on her. She moaned into the kiss, feeling her body respond to his touch, his scent, his dominance.

"You did well, baby," he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace her collarbone. "Now, let's see if we can't find something to keep that pretty mouth of yours busy." His eyes fell to her breasts, and she watched as his cock grew harder at the sight of her.

Felicity felt a jolt of desire, her body responding to his command. She knew that she was his to do with as he pleased, and she couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her next. She dropped to her knees, eager to serve her husband, to be the perfect slut for him.

James chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. "Good girl," he said, guiding her closer to his cock. "Suck it, baby. Make it nice and wet for me."

Felicity took him in her mouth. She sucked and licked, her eyes never leaving his as she pleasured him. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly with each movement of her mouth. It was intoxicating, the power she had over him, the way he reacted to her touch.

Suddenly, James's grip on her head tightened, and he pulled her off him with a wet pop. "Enough," he said, his voice strained with need. "Bend over the desk."

Felicity obeyed without question, her heart racing. She knew what was coming, and she was more than ready for it. She bent over the desk, her robe falling away to expose her bare ass to the cool night air. The city lights twinkled outside, a stark contrast to the darkness of their room. She felt a thrill knowing that anyone looking in could see them, could see her being used so completely by her husband.

James stepped up behind her, his hand smacking down on her ass with a resounding crack. Felicity gasped, the sting sending a shockwave through her body. She had never experienced anything like this before, and the raw pleasure of it was almost too much to handle.

"You're going to take my cock like a good little slut," he murmured, his hand rubbing the reddened flesh. "And when we're done, you're going to clean up my mess." He didn't wait for her response, instead lining up his cock with her soaking wet pussy. He thrust in hard, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing in the room, even as he struggled past her tightness.

Felicity's eyes widened, the pleasure-pain of his entry making her whimper. She had never felt so full, so taken. James began to move, his strokes deep and punishing, his hand coming down to slap her ass again. She pushed back into him, her body begging for more.

He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her from behind. She could see their reflection in the window, her body arched and offered to him, his strong form claiming her. It was like watching a scene from one of her naughtiest fantasies play out before her very eyes.

James leaned over her, his hand reaching around to cup her breast, his thumb flicking at her nipple. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Say it."

Felicity moaned, her voice breaking. "I'm yours," she gasped. "I'm your slut."