Page 147 of The Wrong Husband
"Who do you belong to?"
"You," she says without hesitation.
"Who does your pussy belong to?"
"You."
I curl her long strands of hair around my hand and tug. She whimpers. Goosebumps pop on the back of her neck. "Who do you trust more than anyone in this world?" Perhaps, it’s wrong of me to ask this question. But she’s my wife. My soul mate. My other half. I want…need her to come to me first, when… If she needs anything. "Answer me, Fever."
"You," she moans. "You. Connor. I trust you more than I trust myself."
"Good answer."
I use her hair as leverage to maneuver her up on her knees. It causes her scalp to hurt. It causes her to feel the twinges all the way down her spine and to her cunt. It causes her to lower yet another barrier as she finds herself at my mercy. Releasing my hold on her hair, I pull her dress up. She automatically raises her arms, and I pull it off. Then I relieve her of her bra, so she’s naked.
With only her glorious hair cascading down her back, I make short work of my clothes and my shoes, leaving her in her heels.
Then I urge her to bend over again. Another trembling undulates up her spine. And when I grasp her hips and fit my cock against her slit, a full body shudder grips her. "I’m going to fuck you now."
I thrust into her. Her entire body jolts. She throws her head back and pants, mouth open, eyes closed, ecstasy on her features.
Seeing the pleasure I bring her makes my dick swell even more, pushing against the walls of her channel.
Her warm, snug pussy clamps around my cock, and when she squeezes down with her inner muscles, it’s my turn to groan.
She’s so fucking tight. So wet. So, everything. Despite the fact that I’ve already been inside her, I need to give her time to adjust to my size again. I set my jaw, plant my feet on the floor, and stop myself from ramming into her. When I feel her relax, I pull out until I’m balanced at the entrance to her gorgeous slit, then in one smooth move, I impale her.
My balls slap against her pussy, and I brush up against the entrance to her cervix.
She whimpers and shudders and slaps her hand into the mattress. The way her entire body shudders, and her hips undulate, and her arms tremble like they’re barely able to hold up her weight, I know she’s close. I reach down to where we’re connected, and scooping up her cum, I smear it around her forbidden entrance.
She shivers, curves her back, and I slide further inside of her. "You take me so beautifully, baby."
I work my finger inside her forbidden hole, and she mewls. "Connor," she says on a breathy cry.
"Hearing my name from your lips is the most beautiful sound in the entire world," I praise her.
I work my finger in and out of her, then add another. She shudders again. Sweat glistens on her skin.
"That’s it." I squeeze her fleshy rump, and she begins to pant.
"OMG, I think, I’m going to come."
I spank her butt. "Not without me."
I pull out of her and plunge inside with enough force that the entire bed jolts. Once more, I hit that spot inside of her, again and again. I pick up my pace until she tries to pull away, trying to escape the orgasm that’s about to break over her.
That’s when I pull out completely and replace my fingers with my cock at her puckered hole. A tilt of my hips, and I punch through the ring of muscle at the entrance.
She cries out. Her arms go out from under her. She pushes her cheek into the mattress and pleads, "Let me come, please."
In answer, I plunge into her again bottoming out inside of her. A lusty cry emerges from her.
I set a punishing rhythm. Thrusting into her with enough force for my balls to slap against her pussy.
"You hit the anterior fornix erogenous zone?—"
Slap.
