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Shit, I haven’t had one thought about that this whole time. I’ve never gone bare before, but I knew the moment I pulled off her pants that I wasn’t going to have anything separating me from her. And why should I? I didn’t think much further than that, but looking down at my wife, writhing on my dick, all I want to do is fill her up.
“You’re mygoddamnwife, Katarina.Mine.Nobody’s ever been inside this perfect cunt other than me, and nobody everwill. I’m going to fill your pussy up with so much fucking cum, little girl…”
“Not…on…birth…”
Her entire body shakes because she’srightthere.
“I know,” I whisper in her ear, pinching her clit as I bring my lips to hers, kissing her with every ounce of passion I have to give.
“Goddammit, fuck!” I growl, pulling away from her mouth as she detonates in my arms, ripping my own orgasm from me. My cock pulses, shooting ropes of hot cum inside her.
When she finishes screaming her release, I carry her to the side of our bed, still buried inside her, admiring the way she trambles after the first orgasm she's ever had with something inside her. After I lay her down, I place a hand on each of her perfect thighs. I squeeze, then trail my thumbs higher to spread her open.Fuck.Her inner walls are gripping me so tightly that it’s hard to pull out. Just a little bit of fluid leaks from where we’re connected, a creamy pink…her blood mixed with my cum.
As I finally pull all the way out, she winces, but I’m mesmerized by the evidence of the consummation of our marriage. I’ve never seen my cum inside anyone before, and I feel a caveman buried deep in the back of my brain roar. My wife’s pussy is red and swollen but still looks so small compared to what I know was just buried deeply inside. She’s so pink and cute that I can’t help myself. This is my reward for being the first to have her, and I want it.
Before I can question myself, I tell her not to move as I reach for the pocket of my pants, long forgotten at the side of the bed. Leaving no angle unphotographed, I capture my essence leaking out of this perfect woman.Fuck,that’s beautiful. I doubt a day will ever go by that I don’t look at these pictures. Pushing on her thighs to open her up more for me, I lean down and lick some of our juices that have escaped and dripped down her thighs.
Christ.I’ll have to be careful, or I’ll be addicted to the coppery taste of her blood.As big as I am, this might not be the only time she bleeds…
Using my middle finger to gather the rest of what’s leaking, I gently push it back inside where it belongs. I know she’s sore, but I can’t stand the sight of it escaping. Once I’m satisfied, I look up at my wife.
We’re both covered in a sheen of perspiration from our exertion, panting, hearts beating out of control. “You’re such a good fucking girl,” I say, wiping strands of hair stuck to her face.
Taking my hand in hers, she brings my fingers to her mouth and sucks them to the back of her throat. The vision of her lips wrapped around my cock makes me insatiable. My cock never really softened after I came, and now it’s back to needing a release.
“Fuck!” I say, throwing my head back, but before I can collect my thoughts, I feel her trying to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going, little girl? I’m not even close to being done with you. I’ll let you pick the next hole I fill, but your pussy is already swollen and damn near bruised, so I highly suggest either your mouth or ass.”
Katarina freezes, and I growl, “You pick or I do.”
“Mouth,” she says, barely louder than a whisper. “But I don't…”
Before she can finish her thought, I flip her around so that her head hangs off the mattress. Fuck, she’s a masterpiece laid out in front of me.
“I’ll teach you how I like to be sucked off later. Right now, just keep your mouth open so I can fuck your tight little throat.”
That’s all the warning she gets before I’m thrusting into her, and my dirty girl does a great job of flattening her tongue and breathing through her nose. She gags as I thrust deeper, but she keeps her jaw wide and teeth away from my shaft. I feel a white-hot bolt of rage down my spine, and reach forward to place a hand around her throat.
Squeezing, I growl out, “Your throat is almost as good a cocksleeve as your cunt, Katarina. If I didn’t know for a fact that nobody had ever touched you, I wouldn’t believe you’ve never had a dick there before.”
She tries to mumble something, but she’s cut off as I stop holding back and truly let go, rutting into her. She probably can’t breathe, but she’s going to have to wait. I’m so close, and I…
My vision goes hazy as I feel her touch. I forgot she wasn’t tied up, and I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me or look at me before. My rules apply at all times during scenes, not just during sex.
My wife’s little hands explore. One massages my ass cheek, digging in with her nails, and the other…fuck me,the other has found my balls. Once, twice, by the third time she’s caressed them and applied the slightest bit of pressure, I’m on the edge. Glancing down, I see her eyes looking at me, filled with tears but also with love, devotion, and passion. Before I can stop myself, I’m roaring my orgasm as I come deep down her throat.
Even with no warning, she swallows it like the perfect girl she is. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard twice in under half an hour, but I’ve also never allowed someone to have so much of me. Pulling gently out of her mouth, I see that she’s shivering, but still looking up at me, never breaking eye contact.
“You did so good for me, my perfect girl. Let’s get you into the bath, Kitten,” I whisper, picking her up and carrying her into my bathroom. She’s given me the greatest gift, the most transcendent experience of my life, and it’s time to make sure she feels as cherished as she should. It’s time for her to understand she ismineand she isloved.
Chapter twenty-four
Everything is hazy as Henry carries me into the bathroom and places me on a cold counter. I don’t know why I’m trembling. I’m not cold, I’m…hot? Everything hurts, and my heart has slowed down a bit but still beats way too fast to be healthy. I’m wrapped in a fluffy, warm towel and slowly blink as my surroundings come into focus a bit more.
A naked Henry is bent over his giant bathtub, fiddling with the temperature as it fills with water. I admire his muscles as they flex and stretch as he works, noting with pleasure that my scratch marks on his back are red and don’t look like they’ll be fading any time soon. Finally satisfied with the bath, he turns around to find me grinning at him and smiles back at me, although I can’t quite decipher the look he’s giving me.
“Well, hello there, Kitten. Glad you’re back in the land of the living,” he says, coming to stand before me and bracing my hips with his arms on the counter. A sweet peck on the lips is all I get before he pulls back to scrutinize me, his gaze starting at the top of my head and slowly working its way down. “How do you feel?”
