Page 19 of Madness Behind the Mask
She whimpers again, but it’s not as loud this time and sounds more like desperate need. “That’s it, sweet girl,” I growl against her.“Youtakemycock inside youlike a good little wife. You feel so good.Sofuckinggood. You’re going to make me come so quick.” I groan as I thrust into her harder, slamming all the way in before pulling back just to slam in again. “Fuck,” I hiss as the pleasure builds to unimaginable heights.
My breath ragged, my body slick with sweat, I thrust in one more time and come all inside my wife. Throwing my head back, I growl as my cock pulses, shooting out cum in the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
I collapse against her, my chest pounding, my cock still going, filling her up until it leaks out to my balls. I kiss her neck, then lift my head, hoping she’s awake.
But her eyes still stayed glued shut. My sleeping beauty who cares not to be woken by her prince.
My heart squeezing, I kiss her gently on the lips, then pull out of her. Rolling her onto her side, I crawl in behind her and wrap my arm around her. Sliding my cock back into hersoaking wetpussy, Ikiss her shoulder, then close my eyes, following her into sleep.
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I can’tbreathe.
There’s a weight on my chest.
Or maybe it’s my punctured lung still.
There was a warmththat flowed through me...at some point…I can’t quite...
Everything is fuzzy, wrapped in layers I can’t break,and it’s making me breathe rapidly.
Iwhimper, feeling the pain of Antonio’s claw all over again.
Wait...
Over again?
Does that mean it’s not happening now?
My eyes burn with tears, but I can’t feel them on my cheeks. Are they falling or just pooling behind my lids?
My eyelids are closed.
For some reason that matters.
But I can’t…
I can’t figure it out.
Why it matters.
More tears pool.
I wantthe pain to stop. I want topush them off me.Vance’sdick isin my mouth. Antonio’shand…isthere. In me. Tearing me. Making holes in my body so the rest of his packcanfuck me like the whore he’s trying to make me.His golden eyes glare down at me as his lips curl.
“You’re such a whore...my sweet Sau.”
I’m not a whore.
I’m a wife.
I’m Caden’s wife.
I want to scream, but I’m helpless and unable to move as Antonio’s body presses down on me.His hands grope me everywhere now, not just downthere.I want to kick him off.I want to shove him or hit him with my magic, but not a single muscle listens to me.
