The sensations come on strong. Within seconds we’re moaning in unison. My wet pussy squelches. Our skin slaps together.
Caelian clenches his large hands around my thighs, and he wrenches me down toward him. I’m balancing myself on his tattooed chest, feeling like I’m riding a beast.
And that’s exactly what I’m doing—I’m fucking my beast of a mafia capo husband, taking every inch he has to offer.
I pick up my pace. I ride Caelian like it’s second nature, like I’m a confident, sensuous woman and not a novice.
Maybe I reallyamthat confident, sensuous woman… or I’mbecomingher in moments like these. I lose myself to the rhythm of my undulating hips. I rock back and forth and fuck myself on Caelian’s cock.
He’s with me for every fluid motion. Every quick roll of my hips. Every time he reaches a new part of me.
We work together, his hands cupping my ass, me riding him to a beat I’ve created.
His eyes are hooded with lust. His gaze predatory.
He’s intense and gritty. An uncivilized beast with the ability to consume me. So powerful, so intimidating, most men willfully bend their knee to him in deference.
The man I’m in love with who’s a monster.
But also my husband.
I put on a show for him. I ride him and squeeze his cock. My hand cups my breasts and I meet his wolfish eyes.
He groans at how deep I take him. The hot clench that meets him as he slides in. His grip becomes so viselike on my skin, I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow. But I’ve never heard him groan like this before. The groan’s rubbed raw, rumbling out of his chest.
A slack expression comes to his rugged face. The look of a man who’s jumped off the deep end into complete pleasure.
I want to give that to him. My thighs burn, feeling shaky, but I rock my hips harder. Air puffs out of me as I pant and ride him so good, the muscles in his huge body twitch. He strains against the pleasure rushing him as he grunts and grips me and begins fucking up into me.
No longer am I controlling the motion.
Caelian is as he thrusts up into me using the muscles in his legs and core. He’s far gone, his eyes dark and lusty, his teeth gritted.
His cock hits the back of my pussy and touches just the right spot I need.
Another shudder seizes me. An electric current lights its way through me. I’m surrendering as he does, collapsing forward.
It’s no matter as Caelian balances me on top of him and his pelvis gives frantic thrusts into me. He’s swollen and throbbing like he’s about to bust.
Our lips crash together as he lets go and comes. His seed is hot, his kiss rough.
We don’t slow down at first. Our bodies act of their own accord, writhing to the waves of pleasure that crash over us.
My pussy quivers and my thighs ache. I barely have the strength to roll off Caelian. Before I can, he grabs hold of both my wrists to keep me astride him.
“My cum stays inside your pussy,” he says, his voice thick with the aftereffects of his orgasm. “Do you understand? You will lay back with your hips raised and leave it inside you.”
“But, Cael?—”
“You might’ve forgotten, but I haven’t. You’re to have my baby, Nevaeh. That’s what we’ll be doing from now on—breeding.”
My eyes widen. “We’re still newlyweds. It’s barely been two months.”
“You’re going to be swollen with my baby,” he says, squeezing my wrists to emphasize his point. “As soon as possible. There’s no saying how much time I have left.”
“You have plenty of time. You’ve been doing the treatments.”
“It doesn’t matter. My condition is unpredictable, and you’re my wife. Isn’t that what you were just telling me? You want to be by my side? Then you’ll be by my side… carrying my child.”
