Page 121 of Vows In Corruption

I hum against her clit, not slowing down my assault on her pussy.

Her thighs tighten around my head and it’s the best feeling in the world. She’s there, I can feel it. And as soon as I rub her clit between my fingers, all the whole my tongue is deep inside of her, she screams out my name in the most beautiful way.

Her body goes slack against as I lick up every single drop of her release. Eventually she shifts, swinging her leg away from my face and freeing me from the one of the best prisons that I never want to escape from.

I don’t let her get far. Within seconds, my hands are on her body and her back is to the mattress and I’m hovering over her, with my cock perfectly alined with her entrance. But I don’t slide into the warmness of her body just yet.

“I fucking love how you scream out my name. Makes me fucking delirious.” My mouth slams onto hers and let her get a taste of herself.

Our tongues dance for a few minutes, before we both start grinding against each other needing more.

Needing to be inside of her, I start pulling away from her but she holds me in place by wrapping her legs around my waist.

“I need to grab a condom.” I say again her mouth.

“No, I want to feel you. Every single inch of you.”

I swear my cock twitches at her words. “Are you sure?”

She gives me a nod. “I’m sure. I want it. I want you.”

“You fucking have me.” For as long as she wants I am hers.

Shifting a bit, I slide into her warm heaven. My cock is wrapped so tightly in her warm pussy, the I need to take a second to compose myself. I have to think about something other than coming inside of her and filling her up with everything that I have.

Ella’s hands run through my hair, making the moment more intense. There is sweetness, but there is also desperation.

The second I start sliding in and out of her, I’m living every dream that I’ve ever wanted to live. This woman has driven the nightmares away and the only thing that I ever want to dream about is her and how she controls the chaos.

Our bodies slam together in perfect unison and since I have yet to cum, my cock is practically weeping for a release.

“Please tell me, you’re close, sweetheart. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off filling up your pussy.”

“I’m there. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

And I don’t. I give her everything I have until we are panting messes and I’m dripping sweat all over her body.

I hike up one of her legs and change the angle and all it take is one more pound into her and she is screaming out like a choir. With my name on her lips, she explodes around my cock and the image is going to be implanted in my mind for as long as I live.

The image before me is enough, to drive me over the edge and I release everything that I have into my wife’s pussy. Giving her every last drop.

“Holy fuck.” I grunt out, all of my weight dropping on the beautiful woman underneath me.

I don’t know how we stay laying like that but eventually I get up and go into our bathroom to grab a wash cloth to clean up our mess.

As the night moves to damn, I don’t sleep. Even after everything me and Ella did before she fell asleep in my arms, my mind is spiraling with thoughts and questions.

Thoughts about marriage and if I’m willing to work on my fears of abandonment and loosing someone I love again, to give this thing with Ella an honest shot.

Questions about if I’m even capable of doing that.

I was never supposed to get married, I never wanted it in my cards, but now that I am, I don’t want to let the woman I married go.

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