Page 9 of His Wife

She stretches, lifting the shirt higher up her body, arching her back and shimmying her ass, allowing me to see her bare cunt spread. Wet. Welcoming.

Lowering her right arm, she eases her palm to her sex and starts to rub her pussy with delicate circles—eyes still closed, and cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. It’s so fucking erotic. I’m transfixed by the sight of her teasing her clit, lifting her hips slightly, working her body into a frenzy just for me.

Her moans, parted lips, the way she caresses and touches herself drives me crazy. I’m not sure whether she’s half-awake or not, and I don’t care. The sick fuck in me says this isn’t taking advantage of my wife in a dreamlike state because she’s mine. She belongs to me. When I want her, when I need her, I’ll take her, and I won’t ever be denied. Not when it comes to her—the woman I want to chain to my bed and fuck into oblivion.

My balls tighten, my palm working my hard length as I watch her sex glistening, wet and ready to take me, her gorgeous clit swollen and begging for my tongue.

The lust is so intense, and its control is wrapped like a leash around my throat. It has every muscle in my body pulled taut, and I inhale deeply, the musky scent of her arousal teasing me into a frenzy—my shoulders rigid, and my biceps tight.

“Mine,” I groan. With a swift motion, I’m at her entrance and spear inside her—deep, her wet pussy lips firmly pressed against the base of my cock.

Her eyes snap open, revealing amber irises, a loud moan tearing from her lips, filling the silence. Bewildered and fucking beautiful, she looks up at me, and I flex my hips more, making sure she realizes just how damn deep I’m inside her right now.

“Alexius,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “What are you—”

“Are you going to tell me to stop, stray?” I challenge, rearing back, pulling out so just the tip of my dick nudges at her entrance before slowly sinking back in. “Go on. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t fucking love waking up in the middle of the night with my cock stretching your cunt,” I bite out, the heat of her slick walls tightening around my length. “Tell me you’re not aching to come right now.”

Something flashes within the brown swirls of her eyes as she stares up at me, her hair falling in perfect disarray around her beautiful face. And I see it. The raw need. The madness that plagues us both, the delirium and utter chaos that will never subside. It will never unchain and set us free, not as long as we’re willing to burn together.

“Tell me,” I press, my voice low with demand. “Fucking tell me you don’t love this.” Another thrust and the tip of my dick hits her center. Her hips buck, and fingers dig into the pillow.

“I can’t tell you that,” she murmurs, settling her gaze on mine. “Because I fucking love it.”

“Jesus Christ, woman.” I groan and slam my lips against her, kissing her as if it’s possible to devour her. In response to our feverish kiss and heated embrace, she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing her calves against my ass, urging me deeper. The softness of her thighs is exquisite, and I can feel her everywhere, her presence caressing every inch of my skin.

I break our kiss and yank her shirt, ripping it down the middle like a fucking savage ready to tear her the fuck apart. I suck air between my teeth, hissing, grabbing her legs and removing them from around me, lifting her ass as I press the back of her thighs against my chest, hooking her knees over my shoulders. With every thrust and every spear of my cock, she moans out loud, and it’s the most exquisite sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

Her legs are a cage around my neck, and her pussy a vise around my dick, fueling me to fuck harder, slamming my hips into her ass—our rhythm perfect chaos.

Sweat beads at my temples, her nails clawing at the sheets, her delicate throat curved, an offering from the prey to its predator.

“You can question the world, Leandra. But there’s one thing you’ll never question, never doubt.” Forcing her hips up even farther, I push forward, her knees close to her chest, and I reach out, clasping my fingers around her throat, digging my fingertips into the fragile skin. “You are mine. And if you think the end of our agreement will change that,” I snarl, inhaling through my teeth, “you’re fucking wrong. You hear me?”

Thrust.

“Do you.”

Thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Hear.”

Thrust.

“Me?”

“Yes,” she cries out. “Harder, Alexius. Fuck me harder.”

Who the hell am I to deny my wife what she wants?

My hips move faster, shoving my cock deeper into her, feeling a rush of blood and adrenaline surge through my veins, and I groan when her hands clasp around my neck, forcing me closer, her body bent and welded beneath me, heels digging into my shoulders. We’re a fucking mess at the edge of insanity, losing our grip on reality while we’re prisoners of our depravities.

There’s a mix of torture and pleasure that paints her every feature. Her whimpers, her moans of pleasure and grunts of pain only make me lose my mind faster. Grasping me tight, her body shudders as she cries out, coming around my cock, and by God, my entire world is now constricted and narrowed down to only the slick heat of her pussy, and I’d rather bleed out than stop.

A long groan rips from my throat, and I come, squeezing my ass tight while flexing hard, compelled to fill her pussy with every last drop of my jizz, needing it deep inside her.

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