Page 52 of Dearly Betrayed

“Filthy man.”

“Do you like it when I tell you these things? Do you like my dirty mouth?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” He shifts his weight until he’s kneeling in front of me. My legs are spread wide and my heart’s racing. “Birth control.”

“Excuse me?”

“Birth control. Are you on it?”

“No.”

“Alright.” He leans over, fishes into a drawer, and comes back with a condom. “I’ll wear this for now.”

“For now?”

But he’s already kissing me, his massive tip against my soaking entrance, and a sudden jolt of lust and fear hits me at the same time. He’s going to fuck me now, his cock is going to stretch me wide and he’s going to take me, and I won’t be a virgin anymore. I wriggle, whimpering, wanting him to do it, needing him to hurry, to take me, to go faster, to fill me?—

He slips inside. Bliss hits me, mixed with a burning, stretching pain. I gasp then lean forward and bite down on his shoulder. He grunts in reply, but doesn’t stop. Slowly, gently, he fills me to the brim, until he’s entirely inside of me and I’m no longer the girl I was before. No longer a good Grady girl.

“All mine,” he whispers like it’s a prayer. Slowly, he starts to move. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good.” My eyes are squeezed closed. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He keeps going slow, but now he’s stroking into me, and I can feel a blossom of pleasure beginning to grow. His hands explore my body as he praises me more, his dirty words filtering into my brain, but I can barely understand them. All I know is my husband’s fucking me, a man I supposedly hate, and I’m giving myself to him willingly.

And it feels good.

He licks my nipples as he fucks me, and it feels so good I could scream. The pain’s still there, but the pleasure’s growing in the background, more and more as he goes faster, grinding into me.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers as his fingers tease my nipples. “You’re enjoying it now, aren’t you? Lovely fox, you’ll be sore afterward, but it’ll be easier the next time.”

“Are you sure?” I grind my hips against him and he reaches down to rub a thumb along my clit.

“I’m positive.”

I moan, back arching. He rubs and fucks me, and I’m tumbling into bliss. I can’t ignore the pain, but I can’t escape the pleasure, can’t escape this man, my husband, this stranger and bastard. He’s beautiful, sensual, he’s shockingly gentle and seems to care how I feel. I start to writhe against him, gasping, panting, begging him for more. He growls in response, fucking me faster, and we’re moving together as sweat beads between my breasts and he licks it away. “Fuck me, Jayson,” I moan. “Oh, god, fuck me until I’m a good girl.”

“That’s right,” he says, gasping, and we’re going together, faster, my clit grinding into him, and I can’t stop it anymore. I moan, coming, the orgasm slamming into my mind like the jolt of a gunshot. It fills me as he fucks me through it, his cock deep between my legs, his mouth on my nipples driving me deeper into bliss.

Then I’m finished and I’m gasping for air. He pulls back, rips the condom from his cock, and slams himself into me again. I moan, shocked as he takes me like a beast, and even though it hurts, I’m even wetter now than I was before. He goes deeper, deeper, and finally he comes between my legs, filling me with his warmth.

He collapses onto the bed with me in his arms. We say nothing for a little while. “So much for the condom,” I whisper.

He grunts in reply. “The what?”

“The condom. You ripped it off.” I turn to face him.

He seems confused. Then he climbs over me and finds it on the floor, flicking on a light. I squint against the brightness. “Ah, fuck,” he says softly.

I can barely make it out, the little smear of blood. He wraps it in a tissue and disposes of it.

“I guess I should’ve said something sooner.”

“You didn’t though.” He gets into bed again, breathing me in as he buries his face in my hair and pulls me tighter against him, turning me into the little spoon. His half-hard cock’s against my ass.

“Hard for me to think. I did just lose my virginity.”

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