Page 17 of The Hand that Frays

I came down her throat earlier before ever getting into the shower. Then, as we showered, I made her come with my tongue thrusting inside her cunt, and we called for room service.

We’re both jetlagged like a motherfucker, but there was no way in fuck I wasn’t making good on my threat to fuck her in this tub.

Bubbles sound as she struggles below the water, and I slap her ass and allow her air.

She gasps, coming up for air like a surfacing monster. “Fuck, harder,” she breathes, and I slap her ass again, tugging her down on my cock harder at the same time.

“Goddamnit, you shouldn’t feel this fucking good,” I grit out.

My hands travel her curves as she claps her ass cheeks and dances her cunt over my cock.

“Tell me how good I feel,” she breathes.

“You feel…” I hiss as she quickens her pace. “You feel like the first sip of coffee in the morning.”

“Fuck, that’s good,” she whines, her arms moving backward for a better purchase as she fucks me with everything she has.

My hands travel over her ass cheeks and down her sides, gripping her supple, soft flesh there.

“Face under the water, stupid girl. Don’t come back until this pretty cunt is coming for me,” I tell her, shoving my nails into her sides as she moans.

Following my command, she drops her face into the water as we work together to reach our goal.

I dig my nails in further on either side of her ribcage before I drag them back towards me. They sink into her flesh and embed her DNA beneath them.

I want every fucking part of her to be a part of me.

I want her as close as I can get her.

Her scream is gurgled under the water as I feel her pussy dance around me.

She comes, not lifting her head as she forgets about air and only focuses on her mission to finish coming.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan as I spill inside her, using her ass to move her body on me once more, as she’s gone lax.

It takes a minute to realize she’s not moving, and I roll my eyes, lift her out of the water, and lay her on her back.

My dick hardens all over again as I listen to her chest.

Not finding a pulse, I see the spot on the end of her breastbone to place my hands and begin compressions.

I don’t think she meant to drown this time. I think she was too caught up in the feeling of me inside her, and that makes my stomach giddy as fuck.

She was so enraptured she forgot to breathe. What other man can say that about his wife?

None.

She sputters water from her lungs, and I turn her over.

Her gasping makes my cock stiffen.

Death has that effect on me.

She’s on her side as I slip onto mine behind her, finding her asshole with the tip of my leaking cock.

My hand slides over her hip as she’s still coughing, finding her clit through her swollen lips.

“Let me in, stupid girl. I want to fuck your ass,” I moan.

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