Page 84 of Snake's Head

“Val,” she said again, sounding needy but also sad. She deserved to be sad for how she broke my fucking heart when she said those words to me, but I still couldn’t stand it. I would never let Luce get upset.

I bent my body so my lips found her ear. One hand pushed her to the mattress by her nape, and the other wrapped around my cock to align me with her opening. “Now tell me, Luciana,” I murmured. “Can anyone else feel like me inside you?” Then I pushed forwards, filling her in one go.

“Oh God,” she whimpered as I started fucking her hard. I couldn’t command my body. I bit down her ear, licked her cheek, and I moved inside her with an unhinged rhythm. I was fully controlled by all the dark thoughts inside of me. I wanted Luciana, and I wanted to mark her everywhere.

I wanted to fuck her so hard that her insides would take my shape.

I wanted her to know no one was going to fuck her like this. I wanted to be the only man she could ever think about.

“This is my fucking body, Luce.” I sneered against her cheek. I was not even sure if she heard me over her own moans. “No one else can fucking touch you.”

“Val,” she whimpered. “Harder.”

“Fuck. You think you deserve harder, baby?”

She nodded as best as she could.

“Then tell me why this body belongs to me. Tell me why I own this cunt, baby.” I fucked her deeper and deeper. My balls were bursting with the desire to come, but I was not letting go before I felt her clench around me with her own orgasm.

She mumbled some unintelligible words but couldn’t form a sentence. She was too far gone to give me what I wanted, but I was going to get it anyway. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled both of us to our knees. Luce gave out a cry that was followed by a moan. I was not going harder like she demanded, but because of the position, every time I filled her, my piercing hit that sweet spot inside her. To make it even worse, I reached out to her clit and moved my finger around it. My other hand got wrapped around her throat in a possessive gesture.

“Tell me, baby.” I licked her neck, sucking gently before biting down harshly. “Why my cock is the only one allowed inside your tight cunt?”

“B- because,” she mumbled.”

I slapped her sweet ass before going back to teasing her clit. “Say it.”

“Because, ahh. Because you are my husband.”

God, I couldn’t help my groan at those words. “Fuck, yes, I am.” My hips worked faster, I fucked her harder, and my fingers worked her clit the way she liked it. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to feel her come all over me.

She was mine.

“Come, baby,” I urged when I felt her walls clamping. “Come all over your husband’s cock.”

Luciana screamed before her cunt milked me, and her body started shaking in my arms. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, and the sight of her like that was more than enough to make me come.

I let go, and while she was still coming around me, I shot my cum inside her. I wanted to fill her so much that it would spill all over her thighs. My fingers dug into her flesh so tight that I was sure she would bruise, but I couldn’t think about that as I came, and she didn’t complain. To be specific only voices she made were moans.

When she was done, her body rested over me, and I kept her up. I gently kissed her shoulder and pulled out. “You took it amazingly, Luce.”

Her lips curled in a smile, her eyes closed. When she opened them, they looked soft, but it was only for a second. Her smile disappeared, and her eyes widened. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

I looked down at my cock like I needed proof of that. I was aware of what I was doing, but I didn’t even think about it. It was my first time not using a condom, and if it wasn’t for the expression on Luce’s face, I wouldn’t feel even a little bit bad.

I couldn’t help myself but reach down between her legs and feel myself leaking out of her. It was so hard not to push them back inside her.

“I didn’t think,” I said. “I am clean, though. I got tested regularly and did before the wedding as well.”

“Me too,” she said, but her body didn’t soften.

I rubbed her arm, trying to comfort her. “You are on birth control.” I saw her take her pills every day after breakfast.

“I am.” She nodded and looked at me again. “Nothing to worry over, right?”

I smiled and then kissed her forehead. “Nothing at all.”

Luce let herself go at that moment and fell over the bed. “Nothing to worry about,” she murmured like she needed to convince herself. “I am so tired.”

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