“Fuck. You undo me.” His eyes close, features taut like he’s in pain.
I flip him so he’s flat on his back, needing to drag him out of whatever dark hole he’s in.
With a moan, I crawl down his body until I reach his hard cock.
Wetting my lips, I cradle his length with both hands. He rumbles a guttural groan and watches me, his emerald irises nowhere to be seen.
A bead of pre-cum gathers at the tip.
His nostrils flare when I take him inside my mouth, inch by inch, tasting his addictive saltiness.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, then pull him deeper. Firm suctions. Desperate pulls.
“Shit. So good. So damn good.” His eyes roll back. His cock lengthens and throbs.
With hands fondling his balls, I hum around his length, the vibrations wrenching another curse out of him.
I keep pushing until his tip hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck me,” he rasps. “Look at you swallowing my cock like you were born to do this.”
My eyes water as I relax my gag reflex and pump his dick deeper down my throat. I gyrate my ass against the air, my core aching to have him inside me.
Another roar. A sharp twitch. A stream of salty cum bathes my taste buds.
Before I can finish, he drags me up and tosses me back on the bed.
Elias looms before me, teeth bared, lips peeled, like he wants to devour me and leave no scraps.
And I’ll let him.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he growls, “but I’m dying to have a taste.”
Spreading my legs apart, he groans his pleasure into my core. His tongue sweeps from my clit to my tight rosebud, licking the wetness spilling out of me.
“Oh God, please.” I writhe. I grab my tits and twist my nipples.
“Look at you, Lana. You’re my goddess. Elegant on the outside, filthy on the inside for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, delirious with lust and love. “Yes.”
“Who’s going to make you come? Stuff this pink little pussy full of his cock? Mark you with his cum?”
His dirty words pound inside my skull. I quiver as his motions quicken, two fingers stuffed tight inside my core, his pinky breaching the tight rosebud, while his tongue works hard on my clit.
The sensations become too much, too intense, too obliterating.
“Answer me, Lana. Who do you love?” He nips my neck.
I shake like I’m shocked with a live wire.
“You, Elias. I love you.”
“Yes,” he roars and slams inside me in one hard thrust. “Because you’re my wife and I’m your husband.”
My cries echo as his hips snap against mine in a harsh rhythm.
Ragged breaths wrench out of my lungs. His drives roughen, like he’s branding me to his soul.
