She cried out as she came, her body shaking beneath me, her back arched, and her tits pressed against my chest.
“Again,” I commanded roughly against her throat. “Come for me again.”
And she did. Over and over until she was so weak and limp that she tiredly clung to me.
“You take me so good,” I said against her lips as I snapped my hips forward. “This is good pussy, baby.”
I fucked harder. Deeper. She came again, dampening us further.
Fuck, could she come.
“Tell me I can come,” I said in a rough voice against her lips. “Tell me I deserve it.”
“Please, come for me, Alessio. I want you to come for me. You deserve it.”
Her words were my undoing.
I unloaded deep inside her pussy as she came with me one final time.
“Fucking God, baby,” I groaned out, my cock pulsing with each spurt I shot into her.
I slowed to a stop, both of us breathing heavily.
She reached out and gently ran her fingers through my dark hair.
“Alessio?”
“Hmm?” I murmured, my forehead pressed to hers as I stayed buried deep inside her in post-fucked bliss.
“I-I love you.” Her words were so soft that had I not been so close to her lips, I may not have heard them.
I tensed as they met my ears.
“Princesses should not love monsters,” I said thickly, my voice holding a waver to it. “This was a quick fuck. Nothing more.”
Her bottom lip wobbled, and a tear slid down her cheek.
GODDAMN IT.
I pulled out of her and quickly put on my clothes. She didn’t move. She lay naked on the couch, tears streaming down her cheeks, and my come trickling from her freshly fucked pussy.
I was angry.
Why the hell did she need to say those words to me? Didn’t she know I was incapable of saying such things back to her? But damnit…
FUCK.
I got up and walked to the door.
“You’re just going to leave?” She called out, sniffling.
“Yes,” I answered softly as I put my hand on the doorknob. “It’s what monsters do, darling.”
And with those words and all the pain and regret in the world, I opened the door and walked out, hating myself all while praying to my dead wife for the ache in my chest.
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