“Please Muhammad—my husband—please fuck me!”
His large fingers ran through her hair before cradling her head. His jaw steeled and his nostrils flared. “Mine,” he ground out.
Muhammad surged into her tight, sticky cunt, seating himself to the hilt. He groaned from the indescribable pleasure, the knowledge she now irrevocably belonged to him a powerful aphrodisiac.
He couldn’t give her pussy time to adjust to his size. He had intended to start slow, but higher thinking eluded him. Muhammad fucked her cunt hard, his hips pistoning back and forth, his cock branding her as his with every stroke. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Her moans of pleasure echoed in the bedroom.
“Mine,” he rumbled. “All mine.”
He fucked Viviana like a primitive animal marking its territory. He growled as he plunged in and out of her tight cunt, fucking her harder and faster. The reverberations of flesh slapping against flesh resonated throughout the bedroom. The sound of hot, sticky pussy getting fucked and branded made his rigid cock impossibly stiffer.
“Oh my God,” Viviana gasped. “I’m—no!”
Her body needed to come, but her brain resisted. Muhammad craved her cum more than he wanted air to breathe. He fucked her like a man possessed, impaling her pussy over and over, again and again and again...
“Oh my God!”
Viviana’s orgasm broke loose on a loud moan. Muhammad continued to pound her cunt hard, her gorgeous tits jiggling with every thrust. He groaned as her orgasm caused her pussy to contract, squeezing his large cock in a way he’d never before experienced.
“I’m coming,habibti,” he ground out. Every muscle in his body tensed. His jaw tightened. He plunged into her cunt harder and faster, deeper and more possessively. “I’m com—Viviana!”
Muhammad roared out the longest, hardest orgasm of his life. He kept fucking her mercilessly, pounding her pussy, hot cum spurting from his cock and filling her up with his cream. The primal animal inside him wanted her pregnant this very night so he didn’t slow his gait until her cunt had milked him for every drop of seed he had to give.
He looked down into her face, his gaze piercing hers, as his strokes slowed and ebbed. Sweat soaked both their bodies. Their breathing, gradually returning to normal, was still labored.
“You are no longer my bride, but my wife,” Muhammad panted out. Forming complete sentences was too taxing so he focused on the important part. “You are mine. Only mine.”
He held her gaze for what felt an eternity. After a long moment, she inclined her head, acknowledging his claim.
Arrogantly satisfied, Muhammad collapsed beside her. He forced her to lie on top of him, holding her closely as they drifted off into sleep.
