Page 95 of Married to the Devil

“Fuck!” She jerks in shock. “Rafe!”

I spank her two more times. Thwack, thwack. “There you go, you fucked-up girl, you sick, dirty slut, tell me you love that.”

“Fuck.” She shudders, shoulders curling in. “Rafe⁠—“

I graze my cock down her slit. She whimpers, grinding into it, trying to get my tip inside.

I slap her ass again, hard. She cries out in desperation. “Fuck me! Please!”

“You greedy girl. You’re so messy and wet. Look at you, with your ass all pink from getting slapped. You like it, don’t you? Being all wet and needy?”

“I love it,” she groans, looking over her shoulder, hands splayed out on the hood in front of her. “I fucking love it so much.” Her eyes are glassy and she’s not lying. She’s in heaven right now.

It’s too much for me to handle. I can tease for only so long. I grab her hips, taking my prize, my woman and my wife, and I sink my big dick deep into her pussy.

I’m not slow this time. Fuck letting her get used to me.

I want her. I need her. And I’m taking her now.

My cock grinds deep inside. She cries out. It’s not the first scream in here, but it’s the sweetest. She takes me, every inch, and I glide back before slamming in deep. Thrust. Thwack. Thrust. Thwack. The sound of me smashing into her ass is the best noise imaginable.

“You—Are—All—Mine—“ I grind out words as I fuck her into oblivion. I’m rough with her, squeezing her tits and shoving fingers in her mouth, making her suck them. “You are my fucked-up girl. My filthy fucking slut. You are my messy, needy, desperate⁠—“

“Oh fuck,” she moans, head thrown back. “Oh my fucking god.”

Her orgasm hits hard and fast. I’m shocked at the intensity of it. She breaks, and as she crumbles, I swear it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She loses all control and there’s nothing left in her mind but pure pleasure. I grind into her, fucking her until she’s a puddle, until she’s wrecked and beyond thought, and seeing her like that, sprawled on the hood of the BMW, gasping for air, skin flushed and pink⁠—

My handprints in black and blue on her ass⁠—

I come so hard I nearly black out.

I explode deep in her pussy. I fill her to the brim, pumping and pumping until I finally can’t take it anymore. My knees nearly give out. I gasp for air, sweat dribbling down both our bodies. I pull her into me, sinking to the floor, and force her to cuddle into my lap. My cock lies heavy and slick against her ass. She grinds and smiles sweetly, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“So is this what you’ve been doing all day?”

“Don’t joke. My brother was here.”

“Okay, good point.” She leans her head against my chest. “God, can you warn me next time? I don’t think I’m going to walk right for a week.”

“If you need better communication, I’m happy to provide it.”

“I’m kidding. I like the surprise spanking.”

“If you say so. Mostly I like sinking deep between your legs and watching you break.”

She smiles, blushing. “I don’t look weird? Like goofy?”

“No, baby. You look perfect.” I brush her sweaty hair from her face, and I mean it. Everything about her is right, and that scared me at first. The idea that I could want her more than anything else, that she could take priority over my family, over the Corvinos, over everything else. Except for maybe Hattie. It freaked me out, the thought of loving her.

That doesn’t scare me anymore.

“I’ll talk to my brothers about your idea,” I say after we’ve sat together in comfortable silence for a few minutes, catching our breath.

“They’re smart guys. They’ll see the wisdom.”

“For now, let’s go spend some time with our daughter.”

“Yeah?” She perks up and touches my cheek. “You mean that?”