Page 101 of Vow of Vengeance
I recognize her short moans, her rapid breaths, the shape of her lips. My sweet little wife is getting herself off with minimal stimulation. Her body is already so turned on by what we’re doing that she was halfway there before I ever even got inside of her.
Fucking hell. I wonder how long she’s been wanting this, to be this turned on by it?
“Declan…” She whimpers, and I suction her nipple against my tongue, admiring the way she stiffens, almost violently.
I feel it before I taste it as her letdown begins. Something sprays against my hand and she groans, a sound of relief and pleasure, and finally, I know this is exactly what she wants.
Flattening my palm against her swollen tit, I use it to manipulate her into the perfect position, tilting my head to take her at a better angle as her pussy begins to convulse around me. I don’t move, don’t search for any friction. I just lay there, drinking from my wife’s body, a delicacy no other man will ever know, letting her soak me in every way possible as she suffers the longest orgasm known to mankind.
But she doesn’t beg me to stop, doesn’t seem to think it’s too much. She’s somehow insatiable, and so am I. She’s fucking delicious. She doesn’t know that I tasted it once, when she drank a little too much wine at dinner and insisted she had to pump and dump because she couldn’t give our child contaminated milk. I’d tucked her into bed and went to clean up for her when the curiosity got the better of me. I was surprised then to find it was sweet, delicate and thin… not like cow’s milk, but almost like the almond milk I use in my smoothies. I’ve been dying for another taste, and she isn’t disappointing.
“Declan!” My name is all the encouragement I need to keep going, letting her take the lead as I switch to her other breast.
I remember a time when I wanted nothing more than to hear her call my name, so that I would know I was the only man who occupied her thoughts, because it was my greenlight, the thing I needed to know that she was submitting to me.
I never would have guessed that a year later, her calling my name would make me submit to her. I’ll give my wife anything, everything, and she knows it.
I must be driving her insane, because she pushes against my chest like she’s trying to get leverage against me, but I don’t release her and she goes the opposite way, leaning into me closer, sinking me inside of her deeper.
I’m lost in the hedonistic pleasure, the bliss that belongs to me, as she begins working my cock, her hips pumping as she rides me, slow little bounces at first as she lets me take fromher. And when I let my head fall back against the pillow, full and satisfied and high on the pleasure she’s building low inside of me, she turns into a fucking porn star. My wife rides my cock like nothing I’ve ever seen, her hands on my chest for support, her breasts, now soft, bobbing against my chin as she works us both. Her eyes are closed, her face screwed in concentration.
A thin layer of sweat glistens on her faintly tanned skin, and her hair is falling loose of the bun she swept it into before she got into the water, and I think I may have died somewhere along the way. Because this isn’t a paradise that most people get. This is divine love… something beyond either of us.
Our souls twine together beautifully, but our bodies? Our bodies are capable of cosmic things.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. So fuckingmine.”
She gasps as she slams around me harder, spurred to take me faster as we race to the edge together.
“Fuck.” She whispers. “Declan, I…”
She doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, but her eyes fall on mine, like there’s something she wants to say.
“Tell me what you want, Ren. Anything.”
She hesitates again, her cheeks tinged pink, so I grip her face and she slows, turning her attention on me fully.
“Name it.”
Her tongue flicks out over her bottom lip, a nervous tell, but she recognizes the impatience in my gaze.
All I want is her… all of her. And if she hides pieces of herself from me for fear that I would ever tell her no, then I’m not getting what I need. And I need her to know that she is everything to me. Her, our family. I thought she did know.
“A baby.” She rushes out before clamping her mouth shut again. But then she thinks better of that. “Five babies. A football team. I want you to stuff me so full that we’ll be outnumbered,that I’ll be pregnant for years to come because every time we have one, you’ll put another inside of me.”
This time, when she clamps her mouth shut, she doesn’t open it again. Instead, she looks away from me, a blush creeping across her cheeks as if she’s embarrassed about asking for what she wants… what we both want.
I shove her off of me with more force than I meant to, and when her mouth parts in shock, I take advantage, stealing her lips to fall on my own, my tongue searching for hers as I kiss her deeper.
I taste her gasp as my cock finds her heat again and I shove inside in one thrust, burying myself so deep I think I may be knocking at her cervix. She groans, her fingers tightening on my shoulders as she realizes I am not, in fact, bothered by what she’s asking of me. I’m actually even more turned on than I already was.
“I told you,” I hit her with a punishing thrust that makes her groan. “I’ll give you anything.”
I retreat, working on getting myself deeper. “Anything.” I remind her as I shove back inside, the breath rushing out of my chest as it feels like I’m lodging myself inside hers.
“Your pussy is gripping me so tight, so desperate for my cum. For more of my babies. Is that what you want?”
“Yes!” She whimpers. “Yes, please.”
