“There you are, so close. Go on, ask. Ask me if you come.” He teases with his words, his fingers, his dick.
And I’m getting wound tighter and tighter as he grins down at me with that handsome devil grin. Maybe an eternity in hell isn’t so long.
“Kaz!” I’ve never asked for something like this before. What if he denies me? What if he laughs? What if he makes a joke of it?
“You have to ask. I’ll give you what you want, but you have to ask.” It’s a promise, I think. Or not. I’m not sure; my brain is melted.
Strong currents of tingles run down my spine. My stomach twists with need.
“Can I come? Please, let me come.” I reach up to him, gripping his shoulders. “Please, can I come?”
He grins. “Yes, sweetheart. Come hard for me, let me hear it.”
His pinches my clit, sending me shooting up into the stars as he thrusts even harder, driving me straight into orbit.
I come and I come. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, and I thrust up at him like a woman desperate for every drop of pleasure. I don’t even care if it’s’ not allowed, or if it makes me look desperate.
I am desperate.
I’m desperate for this feeling to never end.
“Fuck.” He grips my hips with both hands, pinning them to the bed as he drives harder into me. “Fuck, yes.”
I open my legs wider, pulling my knees up toward my chest.
His eyes roll, and his head snaps back. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He matches each word with another thrust.
He bites his lower lip and grunts with one final thrust, stilling as his release washes over him. He unleashes his seed into me, groaning as his body empties.
We’re left breathless and sweaty.
His head drops back down, his chin to his chest as he sucks in a deep breath.
I let my hands fall away from his shoulders, fisting the comforter below me.
He lets out a huff, pulls out of me and jumps off the bed.
I’m left watching his bare ass as he stalks off to the bathroom with his boxers dangling from one hand.
After he’s been gone for several minutes, I decide not to keep lying around like some sacrificial lamb and roll off the bed. His cum seeps out of me, sliding down my thigh.
I grab my torn nightgown to clean myself with, then quickly put my panties back on before snagging a new nightgown from the suitcase I left on the ottoman.
By the time he comes back, I’m under the covers, staring up at the ceiling. When he climbs into bed with me, he rolls to his side, his back to me.
Whatever softness there was before is gone. He’s back to being the asshole I met at the altar.
“You…uh…you didn’t use a condom this time,” I say into the darkness.
“You’re my wife now,” he says as though that explains anything.
When he says nothing else, I roll to my side, away from him.
Dragging in a deep breath, I pull the sheets around me like steel armor.
He thinks he’s going to win this war.
He has no idea. I’ve only just begun to fight.
