“You’re being such a good girl. Taking me so well, Ruby.”
She’s holding her knees up, and it’s absolutely filthy how I’ve got her pinned with my hands as she’s spread open.
“Can you feel this?” she asks, and grips her pussy around me.
I let out a low, wounded growl as my cock throbs in response.
“Yes, but if you keep that up, this won’t last long,” I groan, and rock my hips at the bottom of the stroke, rubbing against her clit, and she gasps.
I switch to shallow pumps that hurtle us towards the peak but lack the satisfaction of being deeply connected. Fucking her hard and fast feels amazing, and my cock is in a continual moment of bliss that I want to sustain, forever, and also desperately need to explode into ecstasy.
Then I stop and push into her slowly, and she begins to shake beneath me. Movements that are making love rather than fucking. Telling her with every stroke that she’s everything to me. Acting like there’s no hurry or finish line, and this slide together is all we’ll do for the rest of our lives.
All the time I look at her face. I’ll never get enough of watching her pleasure.
“I craved this,” I confess rawly. “I never want it to end. But I need you to come on my cock before I fill you up and make you pregnant. Think you can do that for me?”
21
RUBY
I’ve never felt as loved as I do now. Being held down by my husband somehow makes it even better, like I don’t have to wonder if he really wants me, because there’s no question. He couldn’t let me go if he tried.
Dante is inside me, and over me, and he’s watching me constantly, his eyes fixed on mine.
He reaches down between us to where I’m so slick it’s all over both of us, and his fingers unerringly find my clit. He rubs in circles and what felt amazing rises to ecstasy.
I had no idea I could feel this good. I’m cherished, adored, and the bliss that radiates out from where we’re joined is mind-blowing. He’s totally focused on me.
“You’re mine, Ruby,” he growls.
“Yes.” I can barely speak for how my body is a riot of white sparks that he’s causing.
He pounds into me, timing his cock and his fingers together, and I’ve never understood the phrase of being taken by a man, but this is that in the very best way. I feel like I’m his.
I whimper, and try to open my legs and angle my hips to have him deeper. I’m a desperate creature that needs him.
He gets a wild gleam in his eyes.
Every movement is a claim.
“Mine,” he growls and thrusts again, harder.
It’s like I can feel him under my ribs, all the way up to my heart. He’s owning me completely. After pretending marriage, this is what we both needed. I didn’t realise how much I longed to be his in every way. Not just married to him, but loved and lusted after and possessed.
I’m so close, I’m sobbing, right on the edge.
“You’re so tight. So good. You’re trying to milk it out of me, aren’t you?”
I nod helplessly.
“You want my come, huh? You want me to tie you up and cover you with it? In your mouth, over your tits, in this sweet little cunt?Mine.”
I’m sent flying over the edge by his words. I cry out, bowing with the orgasm he’s pushing into me with his cock and his clever, patient fingers.
The pleasure destroys me.
“That’s it, come for me. You coming on my cock is everything, tesorina.” He gentles his movements. “Oh fuck, I, oh.” He groans, and slows. “I love you. I love you so, so much.”
