His fingers begin to move, sliding through my wetness with agonizing slowness. He circles my clit, just enough to make me moan, then dips lower, pressing against my entrance. I’m already so desperate for him, but he doesn’t push in yet. Instead, he teases me, his fingers playing over my sensitive flesh as he watches my reactions with those piercing eyes.
“You’re so tight, Moya,” he says, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m too big for you right now. You need to be ready. I’m going to make you cum first.”
I whimper, my hips bucking against his hand as he continues to tease me. His fingers are relentless, moving in slow, deliberate circles around my clit, just enough to drive me wild but notenough to let me tip over the edge. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with every pass of his fingers.
“There’s going to be a little pain, baby, but you can take it, can’t youMoya?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, just as he pushes deeper, and I feel it—the slight resistance, the tear as he breaks through my barrier. I cry out, a sharp, involuntary sound that echoes in the room. There’s a fleeting sting, a warmth spreading between my thighs, but it’s overshadowed by the way his fingers move inside me, curling and stroking in a way that makes my entire body shudder.
“Shh,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re doing so good, Lily. So fucking good.”
I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulder as he continues to move his fingers, stretching me, preparing me. The discomfort is there, but it’s distant now, muted by the waves of pleasure crashing over me with every stroke. His thumb brushes over my clit again, and I jerk, a moan tearing from my throat.
“Look at you my beautiful wife,” he smiles, watching his fingers go in and out of me. “Bleeding all over me.”
“Oh my…Alek I am so-” I gasp, looking at my arousal mixed with a tint of pink, my blood.
“Don’t you dare fucking apologize for giving me all of you, Lily.” His thumb runs over my clit and I jerk against him. “You don’t want to upset me right?”
“No,” I am trembling, my body shaking with want, need and the burning need to explode. “Please, I just…I want--”
“Please what?”he asks, his voice a growl. “Tell me what you want, Lily.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, my cheeks burning with embarrassment but my body craving his touch more than anything. “I want you to fuck me, please I’m going to-”
Aleksander smirks, his eyes dark with desire.“Look at my wife, begging for her husband's cock,”he says, his voice a low purr. “You don’t want me to rip this pretty little pussy, do you?”
I moan at the thought, my thighs trembling as his fingers continue to work their magic.
“I think you do want me to rip apart this pussy, but I can’t do that, Moya, because I want to fuck you again, and again and again.” He grips my thigh dragging me closer. “But I’ll forget my manners if you keep begging.”
“Baby, you’re not listening,” He covers my mouth with his hand, digging his fingers deeper, harder. The stretch burns so fucking good and the look in his eyes is crazed and hungry, like a vampire in a blood frenzy. He wants it all. “You’re driving me insane, Moya. Stop begging, or I am going to have to gag your mouth with something else, understand?”
I look into his icy gaze and melt, shaking my head as he presses his hand firmer against my mouth.
“Good, then all I want to hear is ‘Yes sir’, ‘Thank you’, and ‘more’,” he commands. “Can you do that for meMoya?”
He removes his hand and I rush to answer him. “Yes!”
“Good girl, you feel that?” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Feel how wet you are for me?”
I nod frantically, unable to form words as he speeds up his rhythm, his fingers driving into me with purpose.
“What do we say?” He teases, twisting my nipple with his other hand.
“Thank you,” I gasp into him. “Thank you, sir.”
My hips move with him now, chasing the sensations that are threatening to consume me. The build-up is unbearable, and I’m so close?—
“Good fucking wife,” He purrs into my shoulder, “Grinding your greedy pussy on my hand. Cum for me baby, right now, come on baby.”
And I do. Releasing tears through me like the first shock of an earthquake, my orgasm snapping every nerve taut before breaking me wide open. My body clenches around his fingers, helpless, as pleasure crashes again and again until I’m nothing but a trembling mess beneath him.
He doesn’t stop—not until every last shudder has wrung me dry. Only then does he pull his fingers from me. They glisten, wet with my arousal…and a faint streak of red. My blood.
When I finally come back to myself, Aleksander is smirking at me. My body feels boneless, every nerve still tingling from the intensity of my orgasm. “Now,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, “you’re ready for me.”
“Y-yeah?” I gasp, desperate for him, every inch of me waiting for him to take.
