Page 34 of While You Sleep

She groaned, her fingernails digging into my wrist, but she didn’t ask me to stop, no, she lifted her leg higher over mine, spreading wider, silently asking for more.

“Fuck, my wife’s got a greedy pussy.” I increased the pace, thrusting into her faster and deeper.

Her mouth fell open and her hips moved restlessly against my hand.

“That’s it, take it deeper,” I grated against her ear. “I’m gonna need to stretch you out if you’re ever gonna take my cock, pet. Can you take another finger?”

She moaned and shook her head.

“You can and you will, because that’s what I want.”

Her throat worked against my hand.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes.”

I forced in a third finger and she cried out, her inner muscles spasming. I fucked her with all three digits, harder, faster. “You’re taking it so fucking good. So good.” Her pussy dripped more with every dirty thing I said, sliding down my fingers. Her thighs trembled, and her cries shifted, almost sounding panicked. The monster made her feel good, and it scared the fuck out of her. I felt her jaw tighten, gritting her teeth, holding back. “Let it go.”

She gasped. “I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” I said, my voice harder.

“N-no. This is wrong. I shouldn’t…”

I pulled my fingers from her and slapped her pussy twice in quick succession, then shoved them back in deep. Sophia screamed, instantly coming hard. Her pussy gushed, and her hips rocked and twisted against my hand.

Fuck yes.

“That’s it,” I said against her ear as she trembled and twitched in my arms. “That’s my good girl.”

When the last shudder moved through her, I carefully slipped my fingers from her and rolled her to her back. Straddling her hips, I shoved my underwear down, hooking them under my balls, rested a hand on the headboard, and fisted my cock. She was wearing a soft T-shirt and shorts, and I shoved the shirt up so I could look at her tits. What I wanted to do was tear those shorts off completely and fuck her senseless, but we weren’t there yet.

I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard before, and I stroked my cock brutally. Sophia stared up at me wide-eyed, her gaze moving over my face, my chest, down over my stomach, and as soon as her eyes locked on my cock, she licked her lips. It was involuntary, I was sure, and probably didn’t mean what I wanted it to, but right then I told myself it was because she wanted me to fuck her face.

Just the thought was enough to push me over the edge. I groaned, coming all over her tits. She watched, not looking away, and I held her wide blue eyes.

When I was finished, I slid my hand over her skin, smearing my come across her tits before carefully tugging her shirt down again. “Don’t wash it off.”

I don’t know what possessed me, but I pressed a soft kiss to her lips before I rolled to the mattress beside her.

She started to roll away. Again, I didn’t know what the fuck possessed me, why I…felt I needed this closeness with her, but my arm shot out. I hooked her around the waist and I dragged her back against my side.

Oh no, sweet little Sophia, you aren’t going anywhere.

* * *

I woke an hour later to my sleeping beauty’s screams. She kicked and fought, hitting out with all her strength. I quickly grabbed her wrists, crossing her arms over her chest, pinning them down by wrapping mine around her tight, then hooked my legs around hers, immobilizing her completely, so she didn’t hurt herself. “Easy, pet.” She continued to fight, not waking, her fear so real, she trembled against me, sweating and jerking against my hold. “It’s okay, pet, you’re safe,” I said against her ear.

Slowly, she stilled.

Then my new wife pressed closer to me with a soft moan and relaxed in my arms.

* * *

Sophia

Cillian was still asleep beside me, his arm over my waist.

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