“You want this, Jamie?” I murmured, my voice a dark caress.
“You want me to ruin this pretty little hole? You want me to fuck you, and remind you once again, who the fuck you belong to, husband?”
“Yes,” he breathed, his fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Please.”
I didn’t give the satisfaction of a slow entry. I slammed into him in one brutal thrust, my hips snapping forward, burying myself to the hilt. He screamed, his back arching off the bed, his body stretching around me, tight and burning hot. I groaned,my fingers digging into his thighs, holding him open as I pulled back and thrust in again, harder this time. The bed creaked beneath us, the iron frame groaning in protest.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growled, my hips setting a punishing rhythm.
Each snap of my waist drove him further into the mattress, his cock bouncing with the force, pre-cum smearing across his stomach. I leaned over him, my hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes widen, his lips parting in a silent gasp.
“You love this, don’t you?” I snarled, my breath hot against his ear.
“Love being my little fuckdoll, taking my cock like the slut you are.”
His answer was a broken whimper, his nails raking down my arms, his body trembling beneath me. I released his throat, only to grab his jaw, forcing him to look at me.
“Say it.” I demanded, my hips never slowing.
“Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass.”
“I – I love it,” he choked out, his voice raw.
“L… Love being your – your slut.”
A dark, twisted laugh tore from my throat.
“That’s right.”
I pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, making him cry out.
“And who do you belong to, Jamie? Who owns your mind, body and soul, huh?”
“Y-you,” he sobbed, his body clenching around me.
“Only you.”
I growled, my control snapping. Grabbing his hips, I flipped him onto his stomach, yanking his ass up so he was on his knees, his face pressed into the mattress.
My cock plunged back into him, deeper this time, hitting that spot that made his entire body jerk. His moans were muffled against the sheets, his fingerstwisting in the fabric as I fucked him like I owned him — because Idid.
I reached around, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
“That’s it,” I grunted, my balls drawing up, my orgasm coiling tight in my gut.
“Cum for me, you filthy little slut. Show me how much you love my dick.”
His body tensed, his hole clamping down around me, and with a broken cry, he came, his release spilling over my fingers, his cock twitching violently. The sight of him falling apart beneath me sent me over the edge. With a roar, I buried myself deep and came, my cum filling him, marking himfrom the inside. His name was a prayer on my lips as I spilled into him, my hips stuttering, my body wrung out.
I pulled out slowly, my cock glistening with our combined release. He collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I smirked, running a hand through my hair before leaning down, pressing a filthy kiss to his shoulder.
“Shower time, husband,” I murmured, my voice rough with satisfaction.
“We’re not done yet.”
Grabbing his wrist, I hauled him up, his legs unsteady beneath him. He leaned against me, his body still humming from the orgasm, his hole no doubt sore andwell-used. I led him toward the bathroom, the steam from the shower already fogging up the mirror.
