His gaze pierced mine as he curled his fingers inside, just barely tapping my G-spot before pulling back. Heat flooded through me and I jerked against his hand, the touch too light, too teasing to provide any kind of relief. The smile he gave me was wicked. Dangerous.
“Again,” he ordered.
I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to beg.
“Please,” I moaned, thrusting against his hand. “Give it to me.”
I was too far gone to even pretend that I didn’t want it. He rewarded my shameless pleading by dipping his fingers deeper inside of me, his strokes fast and rough. I cried out as he fucked me with his hand, the sensation intense and perfect but still not enough.
“I want you,” I murmured. “I want all of you.”
I was gasping for air, my head thrashing back and forth against the wall as he used two, then three fingers, to tease me, slowing down on purpose just to drive me crazy.
“Please,” I cried out, panting. “I need you.”
“You need me?” He let go of my wrists finally and cupped my chin, forcing my face up toward him. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I practically sobbed, my hands squeezing his rock-hard biceps. “Please Stefan. Please fuck me.”
It was his breaking point. His hands dropped away from me as he went for his belt, his pants hitting the floor as he shrugged out of his shirt. Finally, his cock—his long, hard, perfect cock—was free. He took it in his hand, rubbing it against my clit. I gasped at the pressure.
“Is this what you want? Say it,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please.”
“Beg for it like a good wife.”
“Fuck,” I panted, humiliated at my naked desire but desperate to have him inside me. “Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need you inside me, I need my husband inside me. Please. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
With a roar he grabbed my knee and pinned my leg up against the wall, forcing my pussy wide open for him. Then he thrust inside me, so hard and deep that he stopped to let out a groan.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, clenching around him. My head fell back against the wallpaper.
He was so deep, so big, so hard. It was everything I wanted. I was nearly blind from the sensations crashing through me.
His hips pinned me to the wall and his hands pulled my legs up around his waist, my ankles locking behind his back. It gave him even deeper access, and he pressed his head into my shoulder and began thrusting into me. He was relentless, every stroke pushing a cry from my lips. There was nothing but his cock, the intense feeling of him splitting my pussy wide open. It felt like coming home, and I shivered as he glided back and forth, fitting so perfectly inside me.
His hips drummed against mine as he fucked me hard against the wall, my ears filled with our groans of pleasure and the rhythmic thumping of our bodies hitting the wall over and over and over again. I heard myself gasping, and I clung tightly to his shoulders, my eyes shut tight as I let the pleasure roll through me in waves, building and heightening with every stroke.
He took me hard and I begged for more, my hands clawing down his back, my nails digging into his shoulders as his cock slid in and out of me, punishing me, pleasuring me. He forced my thighs apart, opening me even wider to him, pounding even deeper.
How I’d managed without this for so long, I would never know, but there was no going back now. He had claimed me, utterly and completely. With his mouth, his hands, his cock.
I was his.
He thrust inside me over and over again, never slowing, pumping strong and steady as my orgasm built, curling tight and hot in my belly.
“Make me come,” I whispered, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Stefan. Make me come.”
And he did. When it hit me, it felt as if the entire world was exploding around me.
I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as the pleasure slammed through me, the contractions of my pussy so fast and hard that it felt like an electric shock. Stefan pounded into me with a new fury, and I heard him say my name just before he found his own release, growling against the curve of my neck, the hot rush of his orgasm filling me up.
I closed my eyes, my jagged breathing in time with his, our hearts beating fast in our chests as we held onto each other.
It was everything I had ever wanted.
Tori
