Page 569 of Rage

He pushes my legs apart. My breath catches. I feel the head of his dick pressing into me. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. His arm is a vise around my waist, holding me still for his loving.

“You kept coming back here for business,” I scramble to answer. My words ring high as he pushes in — the last syllable almost on a scream. The heavy beat of the water hits my body as he arches me, making me take all of him in one ruthless drive.

“Fuccck this pussy’s so tight. Gushy too, see how my baby got you?” Dipping down, he nips my ear, fucking into me.

“You thought I wouldn’t immediately notice the difference in your body? Your nipples were the first sign.” Running, swirling little circles over the tips of my breasts with one deft hand, he makes my pussy clench so hard it almost hurts.

Long drives into me my aching pussy as he cups my mound follow driving me to my toes. Trying and failing to find purchase on the slick wall in front of me, I have no choice but to hold on to the arm holding me in place.

He hisses when I leave little crescents on his forearms.

The steady slapping of our bodies is its own erotic beat. His hips drive into me, making my bottom bounce on his dick.

“Why would I ever want another when you were fucking made for me, Krie-chan?” he grounds out. Bending over me, not missing a second of the driving rhythm of our bodies, he sucks hard on my neck. “When I own every part of you — your pussy, your heart, your very soul — is mine. Why would I fuck that up, little one?” He bites. I shatter. He doesn’t stop; only goes harder. Driving me to my toes so hard I have no choice but to hold on as he uses me like a toy.

“Never doubt my love for you.” Harsh words couple his maniacal fucking.

“Ki—” the words cut off as he drives even harder, cupping and grazing my clit over and over with his long fingers. I’m gone. My body pulls taunt as another orgasm shatters me. I screams name as I come undone.

“Never.” He all but shouts, following me over the precipice.

“Your pussy tastes sweeter, little wife. Open wider for me.” I whimper, doing as he demands.

Looking down, watching his head move between my legs. My body arches. He’s edging me. Punishing me. I should have known the shower earlier was only a precursor to what was to come. He’s taken me so many times I have lost count.

And I folded every time. I can deny him nothing. He’s fierce, unhinged, and mine.

“I should make your little ornery ass wait, but if you promise to be a good girl and take me down your throat, I’ll let your punishment end — for now.”

I’m already nodding like the good little sub he’s made me.

His mouth covers me with such delicious heat it causes my eyes to roll back. “Kiyoshi, babe, please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for at this point. More? To stop? The way he loves on me is its own excruciating pleasure.

“Be a good little wife and thank your husband.” He growls, spearing his tongue along the edges of my pussy lips before delving inside with a decadent slide.

“Arigato, otto.” I cry, arching into his mouth as he ruins me.

Dragging me up to my knees, he grips my curls in a strong grip, guiding me to his thick length jutting from the dark thatch of curls.

“Good girl,” he groans, thrusting into my mouth as I cover him.

“So fucking good. Take me down your hot little throat, tsunami.” His guttural demand makes me clench and work harder for his release. With steady thrusts, he fucks my mouth, guiding me with one hand and stroking my nape.

“Krie-chan,” he groans, holding me tight as he floods my mouth. “Let me see.” Pulling away, I open my mouth, careful not to spill. “That’s my hot little wife. Now swallow for me.”

Holding his gaze, I do as he bids.

He covers me, kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my lips.

Exhaustion nearly takes me under, but not before he pulls me into his arms. I hear him whisper, “Rest for now, beautiful, but I’m far from done with you.”

Later…

“Why didn’t you say just coming here bothered you?” I scoot over to make room for him in behind me the soaking tub.

Another bath should be ridiculous, but after all the festivities my sore, aching muscles need it.

Kiyoshi’s long legs encase mine as he pulls me back to his chest.

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