It should feel freeing to hear her say that. Instead, it feels like damnation.
“I know, Darling, I know,” I lean forward to kiss her deeply until she tries to push away from me. Trying to get off my lap from how relentlessly I’m pounding into her. Her thighs are shaking and she’s gasping for breath.
Up and up, I push into her. Never letting my reverent hold on her face go. Trying to keep her eyes on mine as I fuck her through another orgasm.
“That’s it, darling, cover me in cum,” I grunt, feeling her slippery mess fall down my shaft.
I’ve always had a thick cock. The kind that makes women suck in a breath when they first see it. It puts apprehension on eventhe most seasoned tease, but my cockhungry little whore of a wife doesn’t bat an eyelash. She just begs me to fill her to the hilt.
I continue pounding her through her orgasm, not planning on letting up any time soon. She tries to push against me, but I’m not having it.
“Don’t you dare try and hop off my cock,” I growl, removing one of my hands from her face to slam her hip down. She grinds back into me, returning to her pace of meeting my thrusts, eager to use my cock again after trying to run away from her orgasm only moments ago.
“There’s my greedy girl,” I praise. She whimpers and continues to moan endlessly as she thrusts down on my cock.
Sucking in a deep breath, I slow down a bit and let her catch her own as well. Rocking into her at a gentler pace and memorizing the tears in her eyes against the dark brown of them. I let her gasp in some air as she stares at me, dazed by her orgasms and the intensity of my words.
“That’s it, darling, ride my cock like the greedy whore you are.”
I can see it. She’s trying to keep grinding down on me, but she’s losing steam. Her head keeps falling forward, and her thighs are shaking with such force that I can’t tell when her last orgasm ended, if it ever did.
“You’re such a good girl, I’m going to give you every single orgasm your greedy pussy wants,” I press a kiss to her lips. They’re wet with her tears, but I don’t care. I prefer her like this.
Her head keeps lolling forward, and I don’t like it. I want her eyes on me, focused.
I slap her across the cheek, sharp and fast. The sound cracks throughout the room, her head whipping to the side. “I want your eyes on me while I fuck my pussy.”
Her head lolls, and she sniffs. I pinch her cheeks, making her head snap up. All she can do is moan, her eyes heavy. The lack of sleep is taking its toll on her. It’s been such a long twenty-fourhours. She’s rolling her hips over me, or trying her best at least. Fucking me into her stupor.
My favorite is when her resilience fades, and she’s reduced to nothing but a beautiful woman who just wants to pleaseme. She doesn’t need anything else. I provide her with everything at her fingertips in exchange for her unwavering dedication to my altar.
“No, no darling, c’mon,” I coax as I thrust deep inside of her, “Look right here. Look into my eyes,” I push up, trying to get the head of my cock against that part of her walls that makes her mewl like a fucking cat. Tracing my fingertips down the side of her cheek and giving her another quick slap until her eyes find mine, “I know you can do it, I’m right here, baby.”
Through her tears, I can see her spirit trying; it’s her body that’s failing her. She’s so lost to the moment, lost to the orgasms that she’s struggling to hold her body up. Her hips are trying to match my thrusts, but her thighs are quivering as she finds another release.
“Ahhhhhhhhhgh," she screams out, drenching us all over again in a stream of clear fluid. Her eyes are out of focus, but I know I can get one more out of her. She’ll do that for me. She tries to lift up and off, her swollen hole too sensitive to the touch.
I pinch her cheeks between my hands harder, forcing her to look at me a final time. To keep eye contact as I guide her hips up and down, fucking up and into her from below. I know she can give me one more, and she deserves another. I put her through too much today. My darling deserves to pass out from the release.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. I know, I know it’s overwhelming, darling,” I keep fucking in and out of her, looking down to where we meet to see a glaze of white cum covering my dick. I get even harder looking down at it.
Maybe I won't stop after she falls asleep. It’s much more fulfilling to watch my wife orgasm in her sleep than it is to chase my release.
I lift her head in my hand, smashing her cheeks as I hold her head up and steady. She's rocking back and forth on top of me in response. The pain wakes her up. All she wants is to please me.
I lift her a bit with my forearm, palming the whole of her ass in my hand as the other remains on her face. I reach down to grab some of her cream off of my dick to smear it along her back hole.
“I want you to remind me,” I thrust, tracing my fingers along her asshole, wanting to slip a finger in, to work in and out of both of her holes at the same pace. “Why does your pussy belong to me?”
“Mmmmmmm,” she moans. Struggling to find her words. “I c-caaan’t take any moooooore…"
“C’mon, baby,” I surprise even myself at the pet name, wanting to hear her words for me desperately.
She only moans.
“Martine,” I snap, working my finger in and out of her ass in time with the rhythm of how I’m fucking her drenched cunt. “I won't ask again.”
“God,” She whimpers, “Oh my god, oh my goooooood,” she screams, “because you’re my husband!”
