“Other than the fact that a beauty like you should be adorned with jewelry? No.”
“Then why?—”
She doesn’t get out another word. I cup her hips and do it for her, turning her toward the mirror before flattening a palm between her shoulder blades and pushing her down with her ass in the air.
“Dante,” she protests. “We’re going to be late.”
“Then we’ll be late.” Using my free hand, I pull up the skirt and hook it over her waist, exposing a lacy thong. “I want to fuck my wife before we go.”
Her ass cheeks are round and tight, her pale skin unblemished. Hooking a finger around the elastic that runs down her crack, I pull it aside to reveal her pussy. Her lips are pink and delicate, a sweet temptation for my taking.
“I don’t think?—”
Her words are cut short when I curl two fingers and slide them into her. There’s no preparation, no preamble or slow stretching, just her arousal coating my middle and forefingers, just me watching with a boner from hell as I split her open and bury my knuckles inside her.
She wobbles, her knees buckling as I add a third finger and fuck her in all earnest with my hand. Reaching around her, I grab her wrist and place her palm on the vanity. She clutches the edge to keep her balance as I use my free hand to rip off the thong and let it fall between her feet on the floor.
I pull out and smear her wetness over her clit before rubbing the button with the heel of my palm. She goes on tiptoes, either embracing the pleasure or trying to get away from it, but I don’t let her escape. I lower my head between her thighs and taste her with a long, leisurely lick. She shivers under my onslaught and cries out when I bite into her plump folds. I take my time licking and sucking, and by the time I’m fucking her with my tongue, she’s so wet, she’s dripping all over my face. But she’s not coming. Not yet.
Rolling her clit between my fingers, I apply just enough pressure to give her a bite of pain with her pleasure. I use my other hand to unfasten my buckle and unzip. My cock is stiff and ready, nearly combusting when I rub the crest over the apex of her sex.
She arches her back and moans my name. In response, my dick twitches in my fist. I trace her slit, gathering her slickness, and then I split her open, barely giving her a second to adjust before I slam home.
God, but she’s tight.
Hot.
I can get lost in her. Am lost in her. All other thoughts desert me. All that’s left is the way she surrounds me, her smell that invades my senses and her pussy that milks my cock… her essence that flows like a drug in my veins, turning me into an addict. Weak.
Never enough. I can’t ever get enough of her.
It’s not just her body. It’s the gentle way she looks at Noah, her elegance, her strength and resilience, and the very fucking way she walks. Always like a queen.
I pump like a madman, chasing some illusive reward, wanting her very soul. I almost forget about using a condom.
When her pussy clenches on my cock, I rip out and paint her thighs with my cum. My release drips in white rivulets over her skin, and the sight of my mark on her is so hot that it turns me into a thing I don’t recognize, some primitive, animalistic beast that winds an arm around her waist and anchors her to me so she can’t get away. While aftershocks rack her body, I drag my fingers through the cum on her thighs and pump it into her back hole with my fingers.
Fuck waiting.
I want another child with her. I want that more than anything.
She comes again, shaking in my hold, but I don’t let up. As improbable as it should be, I’m already hard again. Or maybe I’ve never gone soft. I pin her to me and stretch her ass with my fingers. She arches into me, panting with a heaving chest as I give her time to catch her breath while I lubricate my dick with my cum.
The reprieve only lasts a second before I push into her back hole. She cries out, her breathing turning harsher. I know it hurts, but I also know she likes this.
My command is harsh, my control slipping. No, it’s gone. “Tell me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “More.”
I give her more, deeper and faster. Still, I’m careful, holding back the full force of my lust and strength. I hold her to me with one hand splayed over her stomach and the other between her legs, rubbing her clit until her tight channel softens around me.
When she screams out her orgasm, I come again, slamming a hand over her mouth as I climax in her ass. The pleasure is dark and devastating, a vicious snare that has sunk its iron teeth into me, its rusty brown poison injected into my bloodstream and cutting straight to my heart.
“Fuck.” I pull out and stumble away from her, not sure if I’m running from her or from myself. “Don’t move.”
She hangs her head between her shoulders, barely carrying her weight on her arms. Like the cruel bastard I am, I keep her upright with my hands locked on her hips so that I can watch. Maybe if I see my mark in every hole of her body, I’ll convince myself that she’s truly mine.
I stretch her open, her ass and her pussy, taking in everything. Owning all of her. She’s mine with a ring and a contract, by name and by blood. I paid for her in others’ blood, but she paid for me with her blood. She carried my baby and suffered his birth alone. So much guilt. So much blood.
