Page 42 of Married With Malice

Keeping in mind that I’m a big guy, I’m cautious as I guide my swollen cock, sliding in slowly, careful not to hurt her.

The feel of her body is fucking exquisite. If I wasn’t already so close to shattering I’d find a way to savor it for a while.

But I am close and there will be plenty of time, tonight and every other night, to take my time with her.

As I get deeper, she shudders and throws her head back. Her hands land on my shoulders. My palms encase her hips.

Now would be the time when I might say a lot of dirty words to suit the mood but I don’t want to give her a reminder that she hates the sound of my voice.

I don’t feel the same way abouthervoice. I’m really hoping she cries out my name again when she comes.

Anni quickly gets the hang of riding me. Fighting the mounting pressure to release, I end up mentally reciting the intricacies of New York state contract law that are still imbedded in my brain after studying for the bar exam last year.

She’s talented, moving like she was born to fuck me. Within a minute she’s biting her lower lip and making little whimpering noises. Her muscles clench around my cock. Her movements reach a fever pitch. Watching the climax shake her to the core is magnificent.

“Oh fuck.” She rides harder, losing control.

That’s it, baby. Say it. Tell the world who you belong to now.

“Luca. FUCK!”

She falls apart in my arms and it’s beautiful. I need to have more of her.

The low neckline of her dress gets pushed down. Her tits are sweet and small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. They feel good in my mouth.

I’ve never known a girl who could come so hard and for so long. The need must have been building inside of her for ages. I’m going to unleash this power every chance I get. I’m obsessed.

But I can’t hold back any longer. She’s still trembling and lets out a little yelp as I roll her to her back on the sofa.

I’m taking my turn now.

Hooking her knee inside my elbow, my thrusts become downright savage. She reaches under my shirt and the feel of her nails on my back just drives me wilder. Nothing can compete with the thrill of taking her bare.

Pausing, I raise up on my arms to see her face. If she wants me out, now’s the time. Another few seconds and it’ll be too late.

Anni’s slight pout tells me she dislikes the interruption. She tightens her knees around my hips, pulling me back. I’m ready to give her exactly what she wants.

What comes next isn’t an orgasm. An orgasm is what you have when you casually jerk off during your morning shower right before you drag a razor over your jaw. This is a fucking cosmic explosion that shakes the foundations of my soul loose.

Every other woman becomes nothing, now and forever. Not one of them will ever be her equal.

When I finally drift back to earth my balls have been emptied with such ferocity it’s a wonder I haven’t turned inside out. Yet I don’t want to risk crushing Anni under my weight.

We’re both panting in the aftermath. I’ve barely rolled off her before she leaves the sofa and starts putting her dress back together. She faces away and keeps her head down.

The air feels heavy with words that should be spoken.

If she hadn’t warned me that I need to shut up then I’d come up with something meaningful to tell her. I’ve never been so worried about saying the wrong thing.

“We should go,” she says, still not looking at me. “I think the pool closes soon.”

She zips up her own dress. That’s okay. I’ll be unzipping it again soon enough.

Anni steps through the curtains while I’m still pushing my dick back into my pants. I find her collecting the shoes she abandoned by the pool. She hugs them to her chest as we walk back to our room.

Her hair is lifted by the soft breeze and her face is angelic in the moonlight. The urge to put my arm around her is overpowering.

But when my fingertips brush her shoulder, she flinches and gives me a funny look. I pull my hand back.

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