Ignoring my wife's pleas for answers from me, I hold her down hard at her side.
I feel depleted, and all I can do is roar out desperately for her pain as I make quick work to bind up her body.
I can’t give her anything else. I’m unraveling from lack of sleep, exhaustion, and loss of blood.
I found her fucking brother. I got rid of her god damn uncle, and now I’m so exhausted I can barely remember my name. All I’m capable of now is claiming every inch of this little fucking brat before I forget who I am.
Before I feel like I lose any more control, I have to find myself in her.
She lets out a sharp little yelp, caught between sleep and panic. I doubt she’s had much rest while we were gone—too wound up, too desperate for answers. I can still hear the echo of her voice begging to know if her brother is here, the edge of hope bleeding through every word.
I grab her wrists and drag them in front of her chest, forcing her breasts together beneath my grip as I bind her with a strip of duct tape.
I’m not gentle, and as I roughly jerk her hands in front of her and begin securing them, she cries out in pain, confusion covering her delicate features.
“Hayden I—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl. The stress of today is bleeding into my words. They tried to take my fucking wife away.Mine.
Thoughts incohesive, I’m teetering on the edge of insanity as I hear her mutter out protests mixed with mewls of anticipation.
“Hayden, what's happening?” She cries as I snatch her ankles together and bind them with tape. Ignoring her pleas for answers.
“I’ve been good, I promise. Just let me go, I need to know what happened. I need to know if you’re okay. I need—”
I rip off a piece of tape and quickly slap it over her face, rough in my application. I realize I need more as I take the whole roll, rip three more pieces, and cover her mouth once, twice, three times.
Her small cheeks squish out from the top of the tape, and I smirk at the sight of it, my cock standing to attention.
Her muffled cries are enough to have my cock as stiff as a fucking board in my trousers as I look at her on our bed, all wrapped up for me.
Looking at her bound, I sway a bit as I smirk, her hot tits pushed together, smashed like an offering for me.
I push her to her back, loving the way her tits jiggle between her arms. Her beautiful body a sacrifice for my monster.
Deciding it’s time to fuck her full breasts while she cries out for me from behind her duct-taped mouth, I take my trousers off and straddle her chest. Spitting down on her breasts, I make work of lubing them up nicely with a few strings of my spit, forgoing lube and loving the way her eyebrows raise from the defiling application of my saliva.
The thoughts of my dirty, degraded wife make my cock pulse with need.
I watch the spit slowly travel down from my mouth to the tits of my little whore, and moan at the fucking insanity of it. I look down slowly, my movements delayed from exhaustion, apprehension, and obsession with my wife.
My cock grows impossibly hard as I watch my pre-cum drip from the tip of my head and puddle on one of her hardened nipples.
I reach down and smear it into her nipple with soft circles, causing her to moan out for me as best she can with her bound mouth.
Pinching her nipple tightly, I feel refreshed and invigorated by the muffled screams she releases from the pressure as I cover her tits with the blood on my hands.
I circle her breasts, pinching her nipple at each circulation of a caress, circling and pinching in a menacing rhythm.
Looking down at my little mess covered in blood, spit, and precum, I groan out like an adolescent, barely able to contain my desire for my dirtied wife.
I release her nipples from my pinching fingers and take her arms in my hands, forcing her to smash her tits closer together. Happy with how they’re pressed and spilling over the sides of her arms, I gently slide my cock between her full, blood and spit-covered breasts.
I fuck into the slippery, spit-covered channel of her chest and groan out at the feeling, watching my cock slide in and out as she shivers beneath me.
My wife has incredible tits, and I can’t believe this is the first time I’m fucking them.
Suddenly, I regret taping her mouth, as I watch tears roll down her face from either desperation or fear, wishing I could have her open her plump lips to receive my cock at the end of her full breasts. Annoyed by my choice, I pull back from fucking her tits slowly and roll her over, forcing her ass up into the air.
