Her hands came up and she held onto the pillows.
I chuckled.
It was time to breed my wife.
The harder I pummelled her the more her ass cheeks shook—the perfect cushion when I drove back into her.
“Da, Iskra. Welcome to your new life,” I groaned as I rode her hard.
The wooden bed frame began to creak, but the springs threw her back onto my cock as I moved with vigour. I dropped her hair and leaned over her back, planting my hands on the bed.
“Now to pound that cervix,” I murmured.
The first brutal thrust had her screaming. The second had her lifting her ass to take more. By the third she was clawing at the bedding like an animal.
I could feel her insides begin to pulsate around me, dragging my cock deeper. I held onto the bed as my movements became erratic. Sweat dripped down my spine as my balls tightened.
She began to pant before a strangled cry left her.
Her cunt began to clench around my cock, milking me until I answered the call. With a groan I released deep inside her, our come mingling while I pushed in as deep as I could go. My cock throbbed as more spurted out of me.
I was left panting as I gathered myself.
But one thing I knew for certain—breeding my new wife would not be a hardship.
Chapter 12
Iskra
The humiliation kept my face buried in the pillows.
He sighed, and his weight pressed my chest further into the bed—not his full weight, his knees still bracketing my hips, enough to contain without crushing. His cock felt like a bat inside me, twitching and jerking at intervals, as though it hadn’t quite finished making its point.
I forced myself to release the pillows and stretch my fingers out before they cramped. The fabric was creased where I had been gripping it.
I had thought the sex would be clinical.
Not—this.
Whatever this was.
He curled one arm around my neck and slid the other beneath my ribs until his hand closed around my breast. I swallowed against the pressure of his forearm and lay very still, waiting to see what he intended. I tried not to react. My body had other ideas—my muscles clenched down on him involuntarily and I hated myself for it.
His chuckle started low in his chest and shook us both.
His fingers circled my nipple while his arm tightened around my neck until I reached up and gripped his forearm on instinct.
“Choking me wasn’t in the contract,” I gasped.
“It is fun, though,” he murmured against my hair.
“For you.”
“It tightens that pussy of yours up,” he said, squeezing my neck.
My body tensed on cue. My inner muscles clung to him. The betrayal of it was immediate and complete.
Oh god. He was right.
