“Say.” Another slap. “It.”
Her whimpers intensify, shaking through her body as the little slut tries to take without obeying while I push my elbow into her lower stomach. Teasing her desperate cunt, I trace a line from her clit to her entrance as I groan into her neck, “I could come like this, fill your ass with me, but I won’t let you come until you fucking say you’re mine.”
“Make. Me. Yours,” she grits, clenching with each word.
“As you wish, wife.” I grind up into her ass, pushing three fingers into her soaked cunt. Planting my foot on the wall below us for leverage, I fuck her hard, dragging her down to meet each of my thrusts as she screams at the feeling of me claiming her. I can’t work in my full fist with how tightly she’s clenching. I lean forward, forcing her to watch the waves washing the rocks. “You were so fucking good for me even though you were scared, and you couldn’t breathe when I had my whole hand inside you. But I didn’t let you get hurt, did I?”
“N-no,” she stutters, latching onto my thighs.
“My filthy girl.” I kiss her cheek. “Now look down—see the drop, feel the wind trying to pull you away from me—knowing I’ll never fucking let you go.”
I press my lips to the back of her head, forcing her to witness her beautiful cunt open up for me as I work in another finger.
“Kane, please,” she cries in pleasure.
“Keep crying. I love your tears.”
I’m going to spend my life with the aim of getting carpal tunnel from fucking her with my fist while I’m buried in her ass. For nothing other than the way she screams, spasming in my arms as I work my hand into her tight cunt.
“Little more, koukla mou.” I kiss the back of her head. “Then my filthy little whore is going to be happy.”
She whimpers, so lost in what only I can do to her she can barely make a sound. As soon as I’ve got my fist inside her, she screams as she begins to ride me.
“That’s my fucking wife.” I tighten my arm on her waist, massaging down her stomach with the heel of my palm.
The wind carries her screams, echoing them back to me as I push my fist down to feel my dick in her ass. I meet her thrusts with my own, fucking her harder as I push my hand up to fuck her cunt just as hard. When her inner muscles tense, she’s close, so I pull out of her cunt and make rapid circles on her clit then push three fingers back inside her. Her ass slams down, hitting my thighs. The chain rattles, links scraping against window casing.
Her screams get faster, matching my strokes, turning fearful as she cries, “Too much!”
“No,” I snap, fucking her harder as I bite into her nape.
She punches into my thighs, trying to escape, but there is no fucking escaping me. She’s mine. Delilah fucking belongs to me like I belong to her.
More screaming, tears, and punching.
Her feet slip against the stone, but I band my arm even tighter around her waist, lifting her up. She kicks out, catching herself with one foot on my knee as intense pressure pushesagainst my hand in her cunt, lifting her ass off my dick. The pressure builds higher along with her screams as I pull my hand out of her in time to watch the most fucking insanely awe-inspiring thing of my life.
My beautiful fucking wife sprays her cum. Her cunt pulsing and throbbing, but I don’t stop. I slap her clit, moving my hand side to side to watch more as I groan, “Good fucking girl, bless the sea so I can baptize myself in it.”
Drops of her cum cling to her thighs, soaking my pants.
I slam her down onto my dick, needing to witness it again as she limply lays her crown on my shoulder. My eyes are focused between her legs as I spit on my fingers then push my two middle fingers into her again.
“Kane,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I kiss her temple, moving down to her cheek. “Shhh, stay still. Erupt for me again.”
Slapping my palm off her clit, I keep fucking her hard, massaging her stomach—anything to have a repeat while she searches for my lips. As soon as they touch, I slow down, matching the speed of her lips slowly moving over mine. Her moans are like pure shots of adrenaline, giving me life. Then she fucking kills me as she shakily reaches between my thighs to softly trace the seam of my balls and roll them in her hand.
“Gonna come,” I mumble.
“Come for me.” Her husky, exhausted voice still has power over me as she clenches. I push my fingers up in one last attempt to make her squirt again. My muscles pull taut as she massages my balls, desperate for my cum. “Come for your god.”
“Fuck,” I groan as light flashes behind my eyes. “I love you.”
She tenses in my arms as little spurts of cum hit her thighs. My energy is depleted, and I rest my forehead on her shoulder as I try to catch my breath, hugging her to me.
Delilah recovers faster than me as she coolly says, “I need to clean up.”
