Page 87 of King of the Cage

She stilled at the request, her eyes wide with shock and searching.

Her breath stuttered, and her eyes devoured my soul, taking it for safekeeping.

“You, selkie, are my dying wish.”

Then I kissed her, before she could protest or push me away. Before she could catch her breath, I kissed her again. She arched her back, pressing into me.

I gripped her by the back of the neck and held her captive while I did my best to consume her, like she consumed me. My every fucking thought.

I moved to her neck, and her head fell back. A perfect surrender from someone who didn’t think she was capable of it.

I lifted her onto the counter. It was the ideal height for my purposes. My overly large sweatpants were easy to tug off her small frame.

I stared at her cunt, bare and stunning, then raised an eyebrow at her.

“Your boxers were too big,” she muttered and shrugged.

“Well, thank fuck for that… I can’t wait one more second to taste this cunt again,” I murmured and pushed her knees wide so I could see every inch of her. I leaned in and ran my nose up her inner thigh, and then licked a line up her pussy. It was alreadywet for me. Despite her arguments and refusal to admit what there was between us, her body knew.

I tongue-fucked her roughly, guzzling on her clit like it was the fountain of eternal life. I flicked my tongue over her clit relentlessly until she screamed out my name and pulled my hair.

I stood, wiping my face on my arm, and undid my jeans. My cock was about to punch through the bar if I didn’t get it inside this woman. My wife. Just the thought sent more blood surging downward.

I dropped my jeans and boxers and rubbed my engorged cockhead against her pussy. She was gloriously wet. Still twitching from coming.

I guided myself lower and surged inside, letting out a harsh exhale when I bottomed out inside her. I was balls-deep, her tight little body gripping along my length.

She was propped up on her elbows on the bar top, her cheeks flushed, watching where we were joined. It wasn’t easy to fluster this woman. I savored the sight.

I eased out and then thrust back in, and her hips rose off the bar. I guided her down so she was lying flat and drew her legs up my chest, anchoring them firmly behind my neck.

“Fuck me, wee one,” I grunted.

She tensed her legs and slid herself along my cock. Up and down, destroying me with every movement.

“Fuck, you fit me, selkie. No one could ever fit me like you.” I grabbed her knees and pistoned my hips into her, dragging her halfway off the surface so her arse hung in the air. I fucked her steadily until she convulsed around me. It didn’t takelong. Thank fuck, because I wasn’t going to last, not with the incredible way she felt.

I lowered her body to the bar and leaned over her, kissing her firmly as my hips continued to gyrate against her. I gripped her chin and held her face toward me when she whimpered.

“That’s right, come for me again, wee one. You’re going to spend all night doing just that, so don’t fight it… Let me see,” I murmured to her.

Her pupils were blown and dark, her breathing a rough, desperate pant. She tightened around me, about to come, and let out a strangled scream. I circled her neck with my palm, enjoying the feeling of her breath floating through the slender passage. So trusting. She really trusted me. This rare, precious woman… trusted me.

She clenched all over, coming, and her pussy tightened like a vise. I attempted to thrust, but I was locked in tight, and so, I followed her. I came hard, filling her right up with my cum. Just the thought of it being inside her prolonged my orgasm. A little piece of me, living inside the woman I loved.

Loved?It was the first time I’d even considered a word like that in relation to anyone outside my sister and Mam. But even as I thought it, it felt right and true.

Slowly, I released her, and she struggled to sit up.

“There better not be anyone else still here,” she said shakily.

I shook my head. “There’s not. They wouldn’t dare.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Got a system down, have you? For when you want to fuck a girl on the bar?”

I shook my head. “First of all, no, I’ve never fucked a girl in here. Second of all, you’re not some girl… you’re my wife. Now, let’s go upstairs and do it all over again. It’s my dying wish, remember?”

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