Page 76 of Married to the Devil

Feeling him between my legs⁠—

I believe every word he says and more.

When his shirt is open, I kiss his chest. I moan as I bite his skin, his fingers sliding inside of me. “More,” I plead, head dizzy. “Please, more.”

“How much do you want, love?”

“All of it. Everything. I want you inside of me, Rafe.”

He lets out a low, wild moan, the edge of his control blurring. “Fuck, baby.”

“Now. I want it now.”

He pulls me from the desk. It’s a desperate flurry of hands, lips, touching, stroking, moaning. He gets my pants off and strips down to his boxer briefs. He’s so hard and big it shocks me when he flips himself free. I stroke his dick and bite his lower lip, head light and spinning.

He grips my hair and turns me, kicking my legs open, and bends me over his desk.

“That’s my wife,” he whispers, and there’s real reverence in his tone. “Fuck, look at you. Spread and wet.” His palm covers my pussy possessively. “I’ve been nice to you, baby, but not anymore.”

“Rafe, please. No more teasing.”

He laughs darkly, spits in his hand, and strokes himself.

Oh my god.

That’s heaven. That’s hell.

It’s more than I can stand.

I arch back, wiggling myself, and his tip pushes against my entrance. My core is on fire with need as he slowly, so slowly, starts to fill me.

Fuck…

I forgot how big he is.

It stretches me wide and hurts at first. But I’m determined. I don’t let him see it as I push back, taking more of him, more and more, letting him fill me to the point of almost breaking. I whimper, his name on my tongue, sweat beading between my breasts⁠—

He strokes out. Strokes back in.

Nice and slow. Easing me into it. But slow isn’t good enough.

“Faster,” I beg, looking over my shoulder. I touch his chest and dig my fingers into his skin. “Fuck me, Rafe. No more waiting.”

His face is alight with desire. His nails bite into my hips. “Baby, I don’t want to break you.”

“But I want you to. Fuck me, Rafe. God, please, fuck me!”

He lets out a roar of pleasure as he drives into my pussy. It feels so good I cry out his name. He strokes in harder, and harder, until he’s fucking me like a beast, driving his massive dick into me hard enough to tear me to pieces.

And I take it. I push back, bucking into him, grunting his name and goading him into more. He growls back, pulling my hair, tongue invading my mouth, other hand rubbing my clit in furious circles.

I’m in bliss. My eyes roll back. I can barely think as my world sinks down to the space between my legs. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for more of him, more and more, as he fucks me into oblivion.

“I want to see—“ He pulls out, and I gasp at the emptiness. “Your fucking face—“ He turns me, lifts me onto the desk, and spreads my legs. “While you come.”

He fills me as I lean back on my elbow, spilling more papers to the floor, his laptop turned at an awkward angle, pens scattering.

“Oh god, yes,” I moan as he drives himself inside. This time, there’s almost no pain at all. I’m getting used to his enormous size. But I also like the pinch of stretching, the ache of him filling me, the way it wars against the wild sense of pleasure that grows between my legs as he fucks me faster, one hand in my hair, the other holding my hips.