Page 31 of Bloody Vows
She’s not asleep. I step out into the bedroom to see her propped up on the pillows, under the covers, tucked all the way up under her arms as she looks off into the distance—through the glass French doors that lead out to the balcony. She’s obviously thinking about something, but there’s only one thing that I want her thinking about tonight.
She hears my footsteps, and her head snaps around, her eyes widening when she sees my erection.
I reach down, sliding my hand over it as I approach the bed. “Spread those pretty thighs, wife,” I growl, moving onto the bed with her. “I want to fill you up again before I go to sleep.”
“I’m sore.” She bites her lip. “And we only needed to do it once to make it legal…”
“We’ll need to do it more than once to get you pregnant.” I reach for the duvet, pulling it down, and Simone glares daggers at me as I throw the blankets to one side, revealing her perfect body again. She’s fucking beautiful at any time, and even more so like this. Her updo is half-fallen, tangled around her face, her skin still flushed, and between her thighs…
She looks well-fucked. Her pussy is reddened and swollen, my cum pearling between her folds and streaked across the insides of her legs, and I feel my cock throb at the sight. I want to fill her again, until she’s dripping with it. Until it comes out of her while I’m fucking her, because she can’t hold any more.
“Tristan—”
I slide two fingers between her folds, pushing my cum back inside of her. “Let’s get you nice and wet again for me,célie. You can come for me anytime you like. Come all over my fingers, if you want…” I slide my thumb up as I say it, rolling it over her sensitive clit, knowing how close to the edge I got her before. She’s got to be beyond frustrated, dying for a release, and I wonder how long she’ll hold out.
“I’m going to do this every day until you come for me,” I murmur. “Finger this sweet pussy until I make it come. And whether you come for me or not,célie, I’m going to fill it up, as many times a day as I feel the need to. You’ll take my cock when I please. And very soon,banphrionsa, I’m going to teach you just how I like to be sucked.”
I see her jaw clench. “I’ll bite it off,” she hisses, and I chuckle, increasing the pace of my fingers. I feel her tighten around them, feel how badly her body needs release, but she’s still fighting me.
“Try it,” I murmur darkly. “You’ll pay for that if you do,célie. There are so many ways I could punish you, and we’ll run through them all, if need be.”
Her cheeks are flushed now, her clit pulsing under my thumb. She’s so close. I curl my fingers inside of her, thrusting shallowly as she glares at me, fighting me every step of the way.
“I’m not going to fucking come for you,” she hisses, and I smirk, pulling my hand away from her.
“No? Alright then.” I grab her hips, lifting her and flipping her over easily on the bed, enjoying the squeak of surprise that slips past her lips. “I’ll be sure to be quick this time then,célie, and send you to bed with your pussy nice and full.”
I hook one arm under her hips, raising them up, and angle my cock with my other hand, notching my tip against her slick folds before, with one swift movement, sinking into her to the hilt.
There’s nothing careful or slow about how I take her this time. She doesn’t want to come for me, and she doesn’t want me to take care of her—fine. I’ll fuck her the way I please, hard and fast, until I get what I need.
Andgod, it feels fucking incredible.
I’ve never been inside a woman bare before Simone. It’s beyond imagining. Without that thin layer of latex separating skin from skin, the wetness, the heat… it’s exquisite, like a tight silk glove sliding over my cock again and again, the sensation so good that it’s almost unbearable. I rock into her, feeling the plush curve of her ass against my taut abdomen with every stroke, and I angle my hand so that my fingers are pressed against her clit, rubbing with every thrust as I fuck my wife.
Her hands clutch at the pillows in front of her, her jaw clenched so tight it’s a wonder that her teeth don’t crack. She’s biting back her moans, fighting off her climax, and I intend to wring it all out of her sooner rather than later.
“Stop fighting it,célie,” I murmur, squeezing her ass with one hand as I thrust into her again. “I could make you feel so good. You could come all over this thick cock, get exactly what you need. I’ll make you come as many times as you want, Simone. Just admit that you want it. That you wantme.”
“Never,” she spits, and I chuckle, slamming hard into her again.
“Fine,” I hiss, feeling my balls tighten, my orgasm too close to stave off. “We’ll try again tomorrow,célie. For now…” I rock my hips against her, sucking in a breath as I feel the pleasure race up my spine. “Take my fucking cum,wife.”
The explosion feels every bit as good as the first, my cock throbbing as I throw my head back, a growl of pleasure escaping me as I feel myself spurt inside of her. She feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock, taking it, taking everything I have to give her, and I can’t imagine anything better than this moment, as I fill my wife full of my cum.
I slide out of her, slowly, enjoying the view of her swollen pussy dripping as I lower her back down to the bed. I could get hard for a third time, just looking at her. I’m tempted to fuck her again, just to prove a point, but I truly don’t want to hurt her. And I’m aware that there’s only so much her body can take, the first time.
Simone turns her head, glaring back at me. “Are you done?” she asks coolly, and I chuckle, reaching down to squeeze her ass once more.
“I’ve had enough for tonight, I think. Although…” I glance down at her soaked pussy, and smirk at her. “I don’t think youhave. I can see how much you enjoyed my cock,wife. Are you sure…”
“I didn’t enjoy it.” She squeezes her thighs shut, rolling onto her side as she glares at me. “I didn’t enjoy it at all.”
“Liar.” I smile at her. “I know what a woman looks like when she’s turned on,célie. I know what she feels like. I made you feel good. You wanted me, wanted my cock. You just won’t admit it.”
“Get the fuck out!” she snaps, her patience clearly having run out. “You got what you wanted. You fucked me, twice. Get out. I don’t have to share a bed with you, Tristan O’Malley, once you’re done fucking using me.”
In one swift movement, I slide forward, my hand wrapping around the back of her head as she glares up at me. “I like it when you’re angry,” I murmur. “It gets me hard,célie. And you have a filthy mouth. Filthier than a good wife should have. Should I show you just how filthy I can make that mouth,célie, or are you going to be a good girl, and stop?—”
