Page 66 of Unleashed
“Yes!” I cry, arching, fists gripping the sheets. “Please.”
“Not yet.” He slaps my inner thigh, sharp enough to sting, and the shock of it sends my pussy fluttering hard around nothing. “You like that, don’t you? My desperate little wife. Clenching like you’re already full.”
“Fuck,” I cry out, tears stinging. “I need you inside me.”
“Not until I’m ready.” He slides two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them instantly against that spot that makes my vision go white. “I’ve spent months dreaming of this, of finally touching you…kissing you—” His tongue lashes against my clit, and I jerk, “—licking you. I’m not rushing this, baby girl. I want you to feel my torture.”
“You think it wasn’t torture for me?” I rasp, hips straining, tugging his hair. “You think I haven’t dreamt of this? Of you inside me?”
“Jesus, fuck,” he curses, voice raw, guttural, like my words just gutted him. His fingers go deeper, the heel of his palm grinding my clit with brutal precision. “Let me hear you say that again.”
“It was torture,” I choke, my body unraveling. “Every night—I ached for you. I needed you, Isaia.”
His mouth crashes back onto my pussy, growling into me, feral, starved—tongue savage and fingers vicious.
“I craved your touch,” I sob, thrashing as he destroys me.
His jeans unzip, the sound sharp, my whole body jolting when his cock brushes my lower thigh, hot with the promise of a pleasure my body’s breaking for.
“You missed my cock, haven’t you?” His words vibrate against me as he speaks into my cunt, fingers still fucking me. “Say it.”
“God, yes.” Tears slide hot down my cheeks. “I missed your cock. I missed your cum.”
I’m shaking, incoherent, mouth spilling curses and pleas as he fucks me with his hand and torments my clit with his mouth, pulling me so tight I’m trembling on the razor’s edge.
And then—he stops, pulls back, his cock sliding higher over my thigh.
“Please, don’t stop,” I sob, desperate.
He crawls up, chin glistening, mouth wet, and crushes my lips—filthy, messy, shoving my taste onto my tongue. His cock nudges against my soaked entrance while I writhe, begging with every nerve.
“I want you too bad, baby girl,” he rasps against my lips, pressing the head to my entrance, stretching me just enough to burn before he pulls back. “I’m not gonna last.”
“Please!” The word rips from my throat, shameless.
He groans, tongue plunging into my mouth, cock dragging over my slit until I’m thrashing, wrecked, desperate for him to fill me.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Isaia. I?—”
He sinks in, and I break.
“I have—” my voice breaks as he goes deeper, torturously slow, “—always—” another push, bottoming out, “—loved you.”
The air leaves my lungs in a ragged gasp as he stretches me open, every inch of him carving its way inside. My nails dig into his shoulders, frantic, anchoring myself while he holds there—buried deep.
“Say it again,” he growls against my lips, hips moving, pressing deeper though he’s already at my limit. “Say it while I split you open.”
“I love you. God, Isaia, I love you so fucking much.”
His hand fists in my hair, dragging my head back so I’m forced to stare into his eyes—black fire, feral and demanding. “Louder.”
“I love you!” The words tear from me, a scream, and his control finally shatters.
He pulls out just enough for emptiness to scrape through me, then slams back in, brutal, merciless. The bed rattles, the headboard pounding against the wall, every thrust a claim, a punishment, a prayer. My whole body jolts with the force of him, my muscles quivering.
“That’s it.” His mouth crashes to mine, devouring, teeth clashing, tongue spearing deep between brutal drives of his cock. “Love me with this cunt. Love me with every fucking drop you soak me in.”
