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My wife would soon be going through an array of chaotic emotions and sensations herself.

“Almost there, Angel,” I said as I stroked her inner thighs before I began to add lube to my dick.

I got up onto my knees and moved closer to her ass. The silver handcuffs shone under the lights, and I couldn't wait to try out some of the bondage gear I had tucked away for our honeymoon. Her eyes roved over me until they reached my dick, but there was no fear in her eyes, only hunger.

“What do you need, Angel,” I asked as I teased her by rubbing the wet tip of my cock against her asshole.

I glanced at her face. She was biting her lip and her cheeks were flushed pink. When she didn't answer, I turned the vibrator on. The low hum joined the sound of the plane. I turned it up a notch.

“I need your cock—please,” she suddenly blurted out as her eyes took on a wild look.

“Where do you need my cock, Angel,” I murmured as I pushed against her hole.

“Oh, fuck, you're evil, Cyrus,” she cried out. “I need you to fuck my asshole. There, are you happy?”

“Not yet, baby, but I will be soon,” I said as I began to push into her ass.

I gripped the top of my dick until it began to slip deeper into her asshole, pushing aside the tight ring of muscles. I sighed in relief at the feel of her tight hole giving way to my cock. It looked obscene at how her hole clung to my dick. I reached for her feet to push them down towards the bed as I began to move back and forth to tunnel my way into her tight virgin ass.

My fingers tightened around her feet as I began to thrust harder until I had half of my length buried inside her. I watched her hole expand and contract each time the tip of my dick almost came out. I began to swing my hips harder until there were only a few inches left for her to take. When I glanced at her face, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open.

“Eyes on me, Angel,” I rasped out. “Watch me take your asshole.”

Her eyes opened, and they dropped down to my hips.

“Yeah, baby, that's it. Look at that beautiful ass take my cock,” I said as I continued to plunge in and out of her ass.

I felt her ass tighten around me at my words, so I switched the clit vibrator on, and she moaned lewdly. I dropped her feet and held her above her knees to lean on them so I could fuck into her deeper.

“Yes, take it up your ass. Squeeze my dick with your ass and make me cum,” I growled at her before I began to pound into her ass as hard as I could.

She began to scream, and her pussy sprayed us both as she squirted all over us. I began to laugh maniacally before it was cut short by the feel of her asshole clenching down on me, causing the vibrations of the vibrator to be held against my dick. I groaned as I began to cum in her ass, and I pushed my weight onto her to sink my dick deep into her asshole so I could unload myself as deep as possible.

“Yeah, feel my cum fill you up,” I said as I continued to drain my balls in her ass.

I collapsed on top of her, planting my head on her breasts.

I’m so glad I didn't decide to kill her.

Chapter 39

Emilia

I groaned as the vibrations against my sensitive clit continued to hum away. Another groan left me as I felt wet from squirting over us. I thought that only happened in movies.

“What are you moaning about? I did all the hard work,” he mumbled into my chest.

“The vibrator is killing me. Please, turn it off.”

He didn't even lift his head. He reached between us to pull it out and tossed it across the room. Since he didn't switch it off, I could still hear it vibrating away somewhere. I began to chortle.

“That’s a waste of battery,” I said, glancing down at the top of his head.

“I don't care,” he mumbled. “You sure did like your assfucking, Angel,” he said as he lifted his head up.

“It was okay. I’d rate it a solid three out of ten,” I said innocently as I watched his smug look morph into indignation. “I’d rate the vibrator ten out of ten, though.”

He sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist before his head fell back onto my chest.

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