Page 375 of Rage

He smirks, the bastard actually smirks, and then he does something I never expected. He slaps my pussy. At first, I’m shocked. The slight sting of pain is jarring, but then he does it again, and I find myself gasping, the air getting caught in my lungs.

“You like me slapping your pussy, don’t you?” All I can do is nod as he delivers another slap, this one right over my clit.

“Do it again,” I beg, wanting the release that I know is coming.

Emmett leans forward, his nose brushes mine, and I can taste the desire he has for me in the air.

“You come when I say you come. Your pleasure is mine, Gwen. Your pain is mine. You’re mine, and nothing, not even time, will fucking change that.”

I feel his fingers at my entrance. I’m sopping wet now, ready to come at any second. He enters me slowly, and I know he can feel what I feel. A smile graces his lips.

“So tight and ready for my cock. Like you could make me believe that another man had you? Not when I sink a finger inside you and can feel how tight you are.”

“I’ve been with others,” I continue the charade.

“We’ll see…” He grins and starts to pump his thick finger inside me while keeping pressure against my clit. “Come for me, liar… gush on my fingers.”

The stimulation is enough to push me over the edge, my muscles quake, and I clench around his finger, abiding by his demand as I ride the wave of euphoria.

I’m trembling when I come back down. He’s added a second finger, and a slight sting of pain fills my center as he stretches me.

He fucks me with his hand for a few more moments before pulling his hand away, bringing fingers to his mouth, and licking them clean of my arousal. The image is so erotic I find it hard to divert my eyes, but when he moves up the bed, his body covering mine, and I feel the brush of his cock on the inside of my thigh, I manage to direct my attention elsewhere.

He is huge, the head thick while his length’s veiny and long. Fear tingles low in my belly. Perhaps I made a mistake by lying to him.

“Ready to eat your words, wife,” he says a moment before his lips press against mine. He swallows my response with his kiss, and I fall deeper into the pleasure.

I’m vaguely aware of his cock pressing against my entrance, but I’m so caught up in his kiss, in the way he’s touching me, hiking my thigh up over his hip, and holding me in place, that I don’t register it’s happening until he’s slid all the way inside of me.

I gasp against his mouth. The pain clashes with the pleasure I felt previously, and it’s like I’m being pulled apart. The burning in my core intensifies, and I want to tell him to stop, but I grit my teeth and stare deep into his eyes, feeling the tears welling there.

“You’re a liar, wife, but that’s okay. You’re my little liar,” he snarls and then sets a grueling pace, slamming into me at a punishing pace. The pain is searing, and I gasp every time he thrusts forward, but there is pleasure beneath the pain, and as his grunts and the slapping of flesh fill the air, another orgasm builds.

Beads of sweat slide down the side of Emmett’s face. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. I’m going to blow right inside your cunt, but first, you’re going to come. You’re going to strangle my cock with this virgin pussy.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I whimper.

“You can, and you will,” Emmett growls.

He slows his pace and snakes a hand between our bodies. He finds my clit and starts rubbing circles against it, igniting a fire deep in my abdomen that I’ve never felt before. Suddenly, I realize he was right. The pleasure builds and builds, and he starts to move a little faster.

My muscles tremble, and I bite my lip to stifle the scream that’s threatening to escape.

“Come, come now!” Emmett orders, and like an obedient wife, I do. I explode, my entire core tightens, and my eyes drift closed as I pulsate around his cock.

“Oh, shit, fuuuuck…” he snarls, and then he’s fucking me, his hands holding me in place with a bruising force. I’m so lost in him I have no idea what is up or down. I simply hold on to him, letting him drown in me like I drowned in him moments ago.

Then I feel it; he explodes. His warm cum fills me in spurts, coating my insides while he slows, his eyes squeezed shut andthe muscles in his neck tight. He continues to come, so much so that I can feel the sticky liquid dripping out of me.

Sagging against me, he buries his face in the crook of my neck. We’re both panting and sweating, and I know that he knows I was lying now. Still, I wait for him to rub it in my face.

Instead, he lifts his head, his gaze collides with mine, and he whispers, “You’re mine now, forever and always, wife.”

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