Page 44 of Merciful Lies

Up. Down. Again and again. I relish every trembling move, every vibration and flutter that tells me just how close she is to coming all over me.

I can’t wait. I need her. I need all of her.

“Jesus, Rosebud. Hear that. Listen to how wet your pussy is for me,” I say, and the slapping sounds of our bodies fill my ears, and they’re sweeter than any symphony.

“Tell me I can have you whenever I want,” I say, pulling her down and grinding her into me.

I have my hand around her throat, and I force her eyes to mine.

“Y-yes,” she whispers, eyes glassy with unfinished passion.

She looks drunk. Or high. And I like that. I like that she’s drunk on my dick.

So eager to please, so willing to be mine. Her total submission is at my fingertips, and it’s what I want.

Well, it’s a start.

“No more distance. This starts our marriage. Right here. Right now.”

She nods.

I rock harder, thrusting my hips up.

“You’re mine, Anna. No one else gets to see you, hear you, or touch you.”

“Who? What are you?”

I shake my head.

“No one else. Tell me you understand.”

“No one else,” she says, nodding her head in agreement.

“Good, cause if anyone even tries, I’ll kill them,” I growl.

And instead of slapping me or pushing me away, horrified by my own dark admission, Anna proves how perfect she is for me.

She starts to come. Her pussy tightens. Her eyes roll back, and her mouth opens on a long moan.

I don’t hold back.

I follow her into sweet oblivion. I slam my mouth to hers, claiming her lips, and I come harder than ever before.

After a few moments, when I can move again, I carry my sweet wife to the shower beside the pool and rinse us both off. Then, because she winced a little, I carry her back to the pool.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Well, I figure you were in here cause it relieves some of the pressure you feel from the baby,” I say, and she nods, biting her lip.

She looks so damn cute when she does that.

“What are you doing home so early?” she asks.

My eyebrows raise.

“Would you rather I come home late?”

“No! I mean, no, I like having you home,” she replies, and her cheeks turn pink.

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