Page 46 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

“Play with your pussy, baby. Cum on my dick before I fuck your ass,” he said as he stood up, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back until my back arched.

I quickly pushed my hand between my legs as he picked up his pace.

“I want to fuckingownyou, Angel,” he growled at me as his hips began to slap against my ass.

His hand left my hair but snuck around my throat. He placed his other hand around me and tightened his grip as I desperately rubbed my clit. The tight grip around my neck held me in place as he began to fuck me harder. His breath came out in pants and grunts, joining my erratic breathing. My heart pounded in my chest as I gasped for air around his tight grip.

“You gonna cum? Huh?” he said, pulling my neck higher until I was upright.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped when his vicious thrusts caused his dick to bottom out in me.

I came so suddenly that it took me by surprise. I held onto his wrists as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, making me cry out as my body shook. The surge of pleasure rocketed through me, and I felt my pussy begin to contract around his cock.

“Good fucking girl,” he said as he slowed down and began to grind himself against my ass. “Only one hole left, baby.”

My eyes snapped open at his reminder. He wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my chest and held me against him.

“Thanks for helping to lube my dick up,” he said as he rocked his hips back and forth.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder. “You're terrible,” I croaked out.

“I know. Lie on the bed for me, Angel. I want to see your face when I fuck your last virgin hole,” he said, making me groan at the thought of it.

When he pulled out of me, he released my neck. I climbed onto the bed and lay on it. I felt the silky covers. It was all very plush and luxurious, I thought as I looked around the bedroom. The thought of being in the mile-high club made me smile. I watched my naked husband throw the vibrator and tub of lube onto the bed before he reached for the handcuffs.

He was devious to have planned everything out in such detail, but it was also what made him so very good in everything he did. There was a particularly vicious look in his eyes as he snapped the set of handcuffs on me. He climbed over me, and when I glanced up, he was moving the pillows to attach the second set of handcuffs to a metal loop attached to the headboard. The trepidation began to build inside of me when I saw the one-eyed monster between my breasts.

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Chapter 38

Cyrus

When I saw her nervous expression, instead of easing her anxiety, I wanted to exasperate it. I held her tits and pushed the soft flesh together, encasing my dick between her warm bosom. I rubbed her hard nipples with my thumbs and watched her teeth sink into her lower lip. She was so responsive, and I knew she would love taking my cock in her tight little ass.

I pushed my dick upwards until it almost hit her chin. My grip tightened around her tits, and I began to rock my dick between her tits, but without lube, it felt raw. My eyes caught the large red mark on her neck. I’d left my teeth marks on her flesh, and since her skin was flawless, my mark stuck out like a sore thumb. I pulled away from her tits to kiss her lips gently before I licked around the red painful looking lovebite I’d given her.

“My love,” I whispered in her ear before I glanced at her face.

Her dark eyes had a deeper shade of brown under the bedroom lights, but they shone with warmth and love.

“I want your eyes on me when I take your ass, Angel. I want to see everything in your dark eyes.”

Her teeth bit into her lower lip again, but she nodded her head.

“That’s my good girl,” I said as I rubbed her lower lip with the pad of my thumb.

I eagerly moved between her legs and began to pull the golden plug out of her asshole. It was larger than the initial training one, so I took my time when it came to pulling the widest part out. Her pussy was still wet from earlier, and her asshole looked well stretched out. Once it popped out, I leaned over to lay it on the side table. I spread her thighs out and pushed them towards the bed until I had unimpeded access to her holes.

“Keep your legs in that position,” I murmured as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and wiped them on her thigh.

I pumped out a generous amount of lube over her pussy until it began to drip down towards her loosened asshole. I added lube to two fingers and pushed them inside her ass. My cock twitched at the sight, and I smiled because both of my fingers slid inside her ass with ease. Emilia’s breathing began to get heavier, and I rubbed the excess lube around and inside her pussy until she clenched my fingers in both of her holes.

I took a few moments to continue adding lube into her hole because I knew I would end up being too rough with her. I’d been a late bloomer when it came to sex, but as I grew older, I knew what I enjoyed, and like everything else in my life, I embraced that part of me wholeheartedly.

With my wife, I could be myself, but having an emotional connection with her took sex to a whole new level. I was nothing but a cold bastard with the previous women I’d fucked. I felt nothing for them, unlike the array of chaotic emotions my Angel drew from me. I reached for the small vibrator and pushed it inside her pussy. The small piece of rubber attached to the vibrator rested perfectly over her clit.

“Cyrus, I-I need more,” she whimpered like my perfect needy whore.

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