Page 59 of Craving Dahlia

“Is this the biggest one you’ve had,zhena?” I growl, wrapping my fist around my length. When she doesn’t answer immediately, I tap the slick head against her lower lip sharply, leaving a gloss of my pre-cum over her lips. “Answer me,gertsoginya.”

Dahlia’s gaze flicks down to my cock, and back up to my eyes. She nods, and I slap my cockhead against her mouth again, hot desire rippling down my spine. “Out loud,” I growl, and she moans, her lips parting.

“Yes,” she whispers, the hot puff of her breath against my tip making me throb. “I’ve never seen one so big before.”

“And you won’t,” I growl, pushing my cockhead against her lips. “Because mine is the last fucking cock you’ll ever take,zhena.”

Do I mean that?Somewhere in the back of my lust-fogged brain, I recognize that those are words that made no sense for me to have said. I’ve never thought of this marriage as real or permanent, and yet, as Dahlia’s plush lips wrap around my cock and pleasure races over my skin, my balls tightening, aching as she starts to suck my cock, I feel certain that I’d kill any man who ever tried to touch this woman inanyway, ever again.

She’s mine. Mine, mine, fucking mine. The word is a chant in my head as I thrust my cock to the back of Dahlia’s throat, savoring the sound of her choking on it, feeling the muscles tighten around my tip as I struggle not to come yet. I don’t want to keep her, and I don’t want to let her go. I believe that she’s telling me the truth, and I don’t trust her, all at the same time. She’s a conundrum, something so confusing that having her near me makes me feel as if I’m going mad, tearing me apart when I haven’t even yet begun to put myself back together.

Her hot mouth tightens around my length, and I jerk myself free, shuddering as pre-cum drips from my cock and for a moment, I think I’m going to lose control.

I start to move down her body, and Dahlia’s fingers loosen around the headboard. “Don’t let go,” I snap, something like panic coiling tight in my stomach. “If you let go, I’ll leave.”

“You’ll leave like that?” Dahlia looks pointedly at my cock, a little of her fire returning, and I glare at her.

“I’ve jerked off plenty of nights,zhena. I can finish in my fist as well as in you, if you can’t obey me.”

Her eyes narrow, but her fingers tighten around the headboard again, and desire lances through me. For my spitfire of a wife to give in, she must want my cock more than she’d ever admit, and that alone makes my stiff length tremble, on the verge of spilling my cum before I can get inside of her.

“Take your clothes off,” she begs as I kneel in between her legs, pushing her thighs apart wider as I fist my cock and angle myself towards her swollen, soaked entrance. “I want to see you, Alek?—”

“No.” I bite out the word, rough and grating with need and frustration. I can’t wait any longer to fuck her—I’ve drawn this out too long already, and now she wants to fucking talk. “I blindfold you, or I stay clothed. Your choice,zhena.”

I don’t want to blindfold her tonight. I want to watch her face as I fill her with my cum. I want to see the look in her eyes. But I won’t allow her to see me naked. And I made a mistake, last time, so desperate for skin on skin that I didn’t think about herfeelingmy scars, as well as seeing them. I thought I would never seeheragain, and so as long as I didn’t have to see the pity in her eyes, it wouldn’t matter.

But it did, because now she’s in my life, and she has questions. Questions I don’t want to deal with tonight, or any other night.

Dahlia swallows hard. “I want to see your face,” she whispers, and something about those words—something about the way she says them, makes my chest feel as if it’s tearing open.

I can’t think about that. I can’t?—

Fuck. I need her.I need pleasure, I need the clasp of her around my aching cock. I’m dizzy with it, my thoughts scrambled, and I brace one hand against her hip as I press the thick, swollen tip against her entrance, my hips snapping forward as I slide into her in one long, hot thrust.

Dahlia cries out, her moan filling the air as her hips arch, the sound almost a wail as I thrust again, harder this time. I’m almost too big for her, and when I look down, I can see how tightly she’s stretched around me, her clit a swollen nub of flesh just above where I’m slamming in and out of her. The sight alone is so erotic that I can barely stand it, and I press my thumb to her clit, rolling it against the swollen bud as I grip her hip with my other hand and fuck her as hard and fast as I’ve been dreaming of every time I’ve fucked my own hand.

That’s never felt as good as she does, though. She’s hot and wet and tight, a silken clasp against my straining, needy flesh, and I grit my teeth, moaning as I thrust into her again and again. Dahlia clings to the headboard for dear life, her sounds of pleasure joining mine as I thrust into her again, hard, and I feel my muscles wind tight as I tip too close to the point of no return.

“Pull out—” she gasps, and I look down at her, shaking my head as I slam into her once more and lean forward, pinning her to the bed as I rock myself as deeply inside of her as I can go.

“Oh no,zhena,” I growl. “You’re already pregnant. So tonight, I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum. Right…fucking…now?—”

Dahlia’s eyes go wide as the orgasm hits me, and I grind into her, rubbing against her clit as I feel my cock swell. She cries out, her head falling back as she feels the first hot spurt inside of her,the sensation triggering her own orgasm as she starts to writhe and buck underneath me for a fourth time, clenching around me with every spurt of my cock. She comes hard on my length, every spasm increasing my pleasure as we come together, and the feeling of her full and hot with my cum sends me into another series of orgasmic shudders as I stay there, locked with her as we both try to catch our breath. My shirt is sticking to me, wet with sweat, my jeans hanging open, and I can see the reddened flesh on the inside of her thighs where the denim ground against her skin.

“Alek—” she breathes my name, her hands loosening again from the headboard, and I jerk back, slipping out of her as I rear away and slide off of the bed. I catch a glimpse of my cum pearling from between the lips of her pussy, soaking the edge of her panties, and my cock twitches as I shove it back into my jeans, doing them up quickly.

Dahlia looks at me for a long moment, and there’s something almost like recrimination in her eyes. I don’t need to ask why. I didn’t answer any of her questions about what happened tonight. I just fucked her, raw and rough, while keeping up as many walls as I physically and emotionally could while I was inside of her. I kept my clothes on. I wouldn’t allow her to touch me. I know she wants to know why—I can admit, in the rawness of this moment, that as my wife and the mother of my child shedeservesto know why.

But I also know that telling her would feel like flaying the skin from my own bones.

“Goodnight,” I grind out, retreating to the door. I take one more look at her, flushed and wrecked in her own bed, her bra and panties askew and every inch of her body showing how thoroughly fucked she just was.

And then I yank the door open, my cock already half-hard again for her as I disappear out into the darkness of the hallway.

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DAHLIA

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