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Then she reaches out and wraps her hand around my cock. Not a challenge this time. Just her hand, warm, getting a feel for it, running her thumb slow along the underside from base to tip. I’m already hard. She can feel exactly how hard and her grip tightens slightly like she’s testing the weight of it. I let her. She strokes once, slow, and I feel it in my spine.

“Big,” she says, almost to herself.

“Da,” I confirm.

I lay her back, swing a knee over her chest, grab my cock, and push her tits together around me with my other hand. She gets it and takes over, both hands pressing them tight. I start moving.

Fucking hell. Warm, soft, and tight enough that I have to breathe through it. I set a slow pace, watching myself appear and disappear between her tits with every stroke, watching her face while I do it. Eyes dark, jaw tight, trying to stay composed but losing the fight.

“Not filling every hole tonight,” I tell her. “Want your mouth free.”

“For what?”

“Screaming my name.”

I go a little harder. Her tits bounce with each stroke and she adjusts her grip to compensate. The look on her face, that mix of fury and want she can’t separate anymore, is almost enough to finish me right here. I slow back down before I get too close. Not like this. I want to be inside her.

I pull back, move back down her body, and settle between her thighs.

I settle between her thighs, line up, and hold still.

“Condom,” she says.

“I’m clean,” I say. “Tested last month.” I don’t move an inch. “And we’re married. Marriage needs heirs.”

She stares at me. I stare back but don’t push. I won’t be forcing anything. Never did and never will.

A long moment. Then she reaches down, wraps her hand around my cock, and guides me to her. Her legs fall wider.

I push in slowly.

Fuck. She’s tight, really tight, wet enough that I slide all the way in but she grips me the whole way down and the sound she makes goes straight through me. I bottom out and hold still, buried to the hilt, let her breathe through it, feel her walls clenching and releasing around me while she adjusts to the size of me.

Then I pull back and drive forward hard.

She gasps and her nails hit my back. I do it again, same force, watching her face as I do it. I set a rhythm, long deep strokes, pulling back until just the tip is inside her and then driving all the way back in. The sounds fill the room fast. Skin slapping skin. My balls smacking against her ass with every thrust. Her pussy wet enough that every stroke is loud with it.

I get my hand under her ass, tilt her hips up. The angle changes and she cries out, full and open, no muffling, no trying to keep it in. I go harder. Every thrust drives her up the bed an inch and she stops caring about that too. She’s soaking wet around me, gripping me tight, her hips slamming up to meet mine every time I drive forward again and again. I can feel her getting close, feel her tightening, feel her losing the last of whatever control she walked in here with.

“Zayka,” I force through gritted teeth as she clenches around me.

I fuck her harder, driving into her until she’s close again, then I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and drag her hips up. She gets her knees under her and I drive back in before she’s ready and she cries out into the pillow.

I get my fist in her hair, wrap it tight, pull her head back. I set a hard pace, deep strokes, my hips slamming into her ass with every thrust, the sounds filling the room fast. She’s dripping down her thighs, soaking, and she’s stopped caring about the noise completely. Every stroke gets a sound out of her, open and unguarded, louder as I go harder.

I reach around with my free hand and get my fingers on her clit and she bucks so hard she nearly throws me off. I tighten my fist in her hair and keep going. She pushes back against me, taking everything, and the sounds she’s making aren’t words at all.

She comes clenching around me so tight it’s a fight to keep moving. I fuck her through all of it, every second, until she’s shaking and wrung out and her arms are barely holding her up.

I pull out. Flip her over. She’s boneless, chest heaving, thighs trembling. I pull her up onto my lap, facing me. She reaches down herself, finds me, and sinks down slow. All the way. Her eyes close, head drops back, hands find my shoulders.

I give her two seconds.

Then I get my hands under her ass and start lifting her and driving her back down, hard. She grabs on and holds tight. I fuck up into her from below while I work her down onto me from above, and she’s bouncing on my cock with her tits in my face and her nails in my shoulders and her breath completely gone. I get my mouth on her neck and keep going.

She builds fast, third time, oversensitive and shaking, and I don’t slow down. I go harder. She drops her forehead to my shoulder and comes apart around me, shuddering, clenching tight. I bury myself as deep as I can go and finish inside her. I come hard, filling her up completely, pulse after pulse, holding her down onto me with both hands so she takes every last drop. She shudders through it with me, her body milking every bit of it. I stay buried there until I’m completely spent and she’s full of me.

Neither of us moves.