Page 125 of Brutal Legacy

I laved her clit hard, eliciting a scream, and she rose toward her orgasm. I pulled back.

“No!” she protested hotly.

I straightened up and dragged a hand down my face. I dropped my pants and took my cock out. Now that I’d crossed that line and been inside her, there was no going back. I needed to be there as much as possible. The world made more sense when I was inside her. My demons weren’t as loud, and the past no longer breathed down my neck when I was home, deep in Georgia.

I pushed, parting her tight muscles. She leaned up on her elbows and watched me enter her. Her gaze was riveted to the place where my cock disappeared into her perfect cunt, and my eyes were riveted to her.

My wife.

Finally.

I slid right in, deep as I could, and fought off the lethal grip of her muscles trying to expel me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Lowering a hand to her wet, swollen clit, I rubbed my thumb across it, and she groaned, falling back to the tabletop and surrendering completely.

Her muscles loosened, and I thrust, thumbing her clit the entire time. She raised her hips to meet my every movement. I should have put a pillow beneath her hips. She’d lost some of her lush curves in the years we’d been apart. Her lifestyle in LA had left her poor and hungry. I was well familiar with that feeling. I’d never forget it. I wouldn’t let Georgia feel it again. She’d never be poor again, in debt, or hungry. Never. As long as I lived, and beyond. She’d never want for anything.

She was rising once more, her beautiful face twisting with pleasure. Red and sweaty, she was more beautiful in her honest reactions than anything I’d ever seen.

“I’m going to come,” she panted, her eyes flying to mine. She looked almost scared.

I simply nodded. “Yes, you are, and I’m right behind you.”

“It feels so full,” she said, biting her lip.

“It is full… full of me, your husband,” I added, my balls drawing up. God, I was close.

She gave a strangled cry, her hands scratching at the wood of the table.

“Elio!” My name on her lips when she came was a benediction.

No matter what horrors had passed between us, or trespasses that had occurred, I knew at that moment that we could live again. Despite all odds… suddenly, there was a sunrise on the dark horizon after more than a decade of night.

Beneath the frozen river, currents still run.

Her pussy closed around me, holding me in place so tight, undulating inside, drawing my cum from me ruthlessly.

Liquid burst from her, soaking the table and showering my cock. I rubbed her clit and drew it out, the spray a glorious fucking sight to see.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Georgia sobbed through it.

I pulsed inside her, coming hard. Her tight cunt milked me, pulling every last drop from my balls. I was breathing hard,the pleasure a rush I’d long forgotten. My heart was pounding. Undeniable.

“What the hell? Oh my God,” Georgia muttered.

I pulled free on a rush of her juices and my cum. She looked embarrassed and stared at the pool on the table below her.

“No, not your god… your husband made you squirt,topolina,” I said.

She flushed scarlet.

I stroked her wet, sweaty hair back. “But you can call me your god if you want.”

I bent down, positioning my face near the table, just beyond her cunt. I licked a long stroke against the wood, tasting her cum.

Her breath hitched. I licked the liquid again, and again, leaning forward to place a kiss on her twitching pussy.

“Every single bit of you… every single drop, inch, strand of hair, freckle, and nail… is perfect… and mine. Got it?”

She stared at me, mesmerized.

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