Page 111 of A Debt of Darkness

“Please fuck me, Master.”

I growl and her fingers dig into my forearm, begging me to relieve her agony.

“Again.”

I’m a ruthless asshole and I’m getting high on the ego trip that is listening to my wife beg for my fucking cock.

“Please, Master.” Her breathing hitches. “I need your cock.More than any-fucking-thing. Please…”

I break.

Any control I had left shatters as I shove Ivy down onto my desk and haul her trousers down. Her ass looks spectacular from here, and I stare at it as I hold her down and undo my belt. My wife writhes as the metal clinks undone and squirms more as I unzip, barely able to contain her excitement.

She reeks of sex and I’m going to make damn sure she stays that way.

I yank my rock-hard cock out and thrust it into her before my trousers are below my hips. Ivy screams as the relief and agony overwhelm her and my dick slides home.

“Fuck, Henry.”

I spank her ass and move, hard and fast, unrestrained.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I find another use for it.”

Ivy’s pussy clenches and shakes around me, breathing hard, making noises somewhere between moans and cries. She lifts her hips and I slam mine against her with every fucking thrust, fucking her into my goddamn desk.

She’s barely hanging on and I don’t give a shit, slamming into her again and again. Ivy’s screams turn frantic as her fingers clench and turn white, gripping onto anything that keeps her sane. Her heart’s about to explode and her body won’t last, not when the pleasure tearing through her mingles with pain like this. Not when she’s experiencing this for the first time, and not when I’m pushing her this damn hard.

“I can’t…”

My fingers dig into her before I spank her ass again. Ivy cries and I keep my rhythm, still relentless, still unhinged, and chasing the high I’ve craved for weeks. I came inside Ivy several times last night and I’m going to paint her pussy with my comeagain.

“You asked me to fuck you, lea. Stop whining and take my cock like a good fucking girl.”

Ivy loses all control. Her body shakes as an orgasm tears through her and her cunt clamps down on my cock. She’s strangling my dick and I’m in heaven, pounding into her tight pussy as she screams and begs for me to stop. She flushes scarlet and finally surrenders, sinking onto my desk as I fuck her harder, chasing my own release.

My climax isn’t far behind hers and I press the heel of my hand into her, holding her down as my thrusts become crazed. My moans deepen as my arousal soars and warmth spreads up my core. I groan and tip my head forward, bewitched by the sight of my wife underneath me as I come so damn hard my vision narrows.

The pleasure is indescribable and commands my consciousness, just as the roar I release will transfix all those who hear it. And in the coven, every-fucking-one heard me claim my wife. Again.

I’m not subtle and I don’t give a shit.

Ivy’s mine. Mine to pleasure and adore, to caress and fuck.

Our bodies move apart and I watch my come leak out of her perfect pink and swollen pussy, trickling down her legs. Ivy’s too exhausted to move, collapsed on my desk, unable to do much more than breathe.

“Good fucking girl.” I stagger as my hand runs over her, and she doesn’t need to know this. “Was that what you wanted?”

She lifts her head, nods frantically, and collapses again.

Spent.

She’s spent and now she needs something different.

Something she can have as much of as she needs,whenever she fucking needs it.

I lift Ivy off the desk, cradling her in my arms. It’s gentle. Soft. The opposite of everything I just did. Ivy rests her head against my chest and digs her nails in, clinging to me when her arms are too tired to lift over my shoulders.

“I’ve got you, lea. You’re safe. You’re loved. Adored.”

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