Page 71 of Of Murder and Matrimony

When her thumbs brushed my cheeks, I realized hot tears streamed down my face. I never cried. She rose on tiptoe and kissed me, her movements indelicate, desperate, delicious. My body responded automatically, and I devoured her, forcing my tongue into her mouth and sharing the devastation I felt.

She moaned when I bit her lip, then squirmed against me when I licked the sting away. My self-control snapped, and I lifted her onto my desk, heedless of anything on the surface. I stepped between her spread thighs and shoved my fingers through her blonde locks, holding her head still as I kissed her deeply, needing the closeness.

“I need to be inside you,” I rasped, fisting the hem of her nightgown and tugging until the fabric tore.

Her small hand covered mine when my fingers pressed against the center of her underwear, halting me. She looked up at me with regret in her eyes. “My period started after you left. I’ve got a tampon in.”

Like that would stop me. I pulled her off the desk and spun her around, pressing her upper back until she bent over, her chest flush with the desktop. I lowered my body over hers, pressing my straining cock against the cleft of her ass. My lips brushed her ear. “That’s not a problem.”

I reached into my second desk drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube I kept there for certain forms of stress relief, setting it where Olesya could see it.

“What are you doing?” Her voice wavered, and I felt her body tremble under mine.

“Getting as close to you as I fucking can,” I responded, unbuttoning my pants and freeing my erection.

Olesya gasped when I flipped her nightgown up and wrapped my hands around the side of her panties, tearing them from her body in one swift yank. “Dante. I—”

“I promise I’ll make it feel good,” I assured her, pressing my thumb against her puckered hole. “Give me your trust.”

I popped the cap on the lube and let a stream of the slippery liquid trail down her ass crack and onto my thick cock. Fisting my length, I spread the lube around, slicking my fingers and slowly breaching that tight opening with one. Olesya panted as I added another finger, sliding in and out, preparing her as best as I could on short notice.

When I withdrew my fingers and reached for a cleansing wipe, she shifted her hips. I tapped that tight opening with the head of my dick and started gliding through her cleft as I swiped a wayward drop of lube from the bottle and reached around her hips, circling her clit.

When the tiny nub was firm and swollen under my touch, and Olesya started moaning in response, I shifted my hips, lining up with that tight hole. “Relax for me now, piccola fantasma. Let me in.”

At first, she was so tight I could only thrust gently against the opening, applying more and more pressure until finally, Olesya exhaled, and I felt the head of my cock slide past the constricting ring of muscle. I groaned loudly at the sensation, her ass like a fucking fist clenching around my dick.

She whimpered, and I stilled as she laid her head on the desk, breathing shallowly. “Fuck, Dante. It burns.”

Careful not to shift inside her, I lowered my head and kissed the bare skin between her shoulders. “I’m sorry. Let me make it better.”

I focused my attention on her clit, trying to ignore the overwhelming urge to bury my cock to the hilt. Slowly, she relaxed again, and my shaft slid in further. “That’s it, Olesya. You’re doing so well. Breathe for me. Just like that.”

“Dante.” Her strained voice broke on my name. “It’s so much. Too much.”

“You can do it,” I coaxed her along, keeping my fingers strumming steadily against her clit.

I watched as my length disappeared inside her tight hole, how her muscles flexed and strained to accommodate my girth. Finally, I slid all the way in.

“Fuck,” I hissed at the heat of her surrounding me, her tight walls threatening to make me blow. “Look at you, taking my cock in your ass. What a good little wife. Now hold on for me.”

Olesya wrapped her fingers over the edge of my desk as I withdrew until only the tip remained inside her, added a bit more lube, and worked my way slowly back in. She moaned as I filled her again, then shifted her hips, pressing her ass back against my pelvis. She was going to kill me.

“Please, just move,” she begged, unable to control the penetration under the weight of my body.

“That’s a good girl.” I thrust again, a little faster, biting my lip as she took me. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are with my cock in your ass.”

I moved my hips in a slow rhythm, giving her muscles plenty of time to ripple around my length. When she let out a frustrated cry, I picked up the pace, stroking her clit with more vigor.

A choked sound escaped Olesya’s lips. “Dante, fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

“Yes,” I growled, pistoning in and out of her. “Come on my cock. I’m going to fill that tight ass of yours.”

All else left my mind while I was inside my wife, pleasuring her, taking my pleasure from her. I needed to feel her fall apart; needed to see something painfully beautiful to blot out the death and destruction that plagued my life.

My jaw dropped as I felt her body tighten, my thighs aching with exertion as I tried to keep control and not hurt Olesya. I tapped her clit hard, making her cry out. “Come for me, Olesya. I want to feel that ass strangle my cock as I unload in you.”

“Dante!” Her long, breathy exclamation punctuated her orgasm.

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