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I’ve been a patient man. I’ve waited, denying us both until the anticipation and need were past unbearable. But now, watching her break for me, hearing her scream my name as she surrenders herself completely, my patience has finally met its end. I tear my shirt over my head, a few buttons popping free and scattering across the tile floor. When I shove my pants down my thighs, my throbbing cock springs free, slapping against my stomach. I kick the fabric away until I’m naked behind my trembling wife.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, angel,” I groan, stroking myself as I take my place behind her. “Seeing you marked by me… Hearing you scream for your Daddy when you come… Fuck, Cora.”
Gripping her hips, my fingers dig into her soft, marked flesh as I position myself at her slick entrance. I drive forward, the thick head of my cock nudging against her, teasing us both. With a single powerful thrust, I drive into her to the hilt. A grunt roars from my chest as I finally have the pleasure of taking my wife. The feeling is almost indescribable. She’s tight, hot, and perfect when wrapped around me. She’s everything. She’s home.
Flexing my hips, I move in long, deep strokes that claim every inch of her. I bend over her back, pressing my bare chest on top of her and feeling the heat of her punished ass against my hips. I sweep the sweat-damp hair from her face as I press my lips to the shell of her ear. “Say it again,” I whisper, my voice a raw, possessive growl.
She’s limp beneath me, a vessel of pure sensation, but my words penetrate the haze of her euphoria. A soft whimper escapes her lips. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
The words are gasoline on the fire of my desire. “Then, show me,” I command. My long, deep thrusts grow faster and harder, driving her forward and inching the table across the tile floor. “Make this tight little pussy come around my cock.”
My good girl does as she’s told. The walls of her pussy clench, a series of rhythmic, milking spasms that pull a groan from deep in my soul. She cries out, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood as another orgasm crashes through her, this one fueled by the full, punishing presence of my cock. As she rides the waves of her climax, I pull out and flip her onto her back before lifting her effortlessly. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist as I slip her over my cock again.
When I steer her face toward mine, her eyes are dazed and unfocused. Her pouty pink lips are parted and swollen. She looks utterly, beautifully fucked.
I plunder her mouth. It’s not a soft, passionate kiss. I devour her, my tongue claiming every inch that lies behind her lips as I carry her through the apartment, her weight nothing in my arms. I walk us toward the living room, each step a subtle, grinding thrust into her that makes her whimper into my mouth. Reaching the leather couch, I lie us both upon it, my forearms bracketing her head and my hips pinning her to the plush cushions.
“Look at me,” I order. Her eyes slowly focus on mine, the pupils blown wide with lust and surrender. “Do you feel that? That’s me inside you. That’s your Daddy claiming what you have denied him for far too long.” I thrust hard, emphasizing my words. “This pussy was made for me. As much as this body was made to carry my children.”
I bring my hand down and roughly palm her tender ass, the firm grip causing her to cry out as her inner walls clench around me once more. “You’re going to be such a good mother, aren’t you? So full of my babies.” I wrap my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse race against my palm. “Your body is mine to use, angel. Mine to fill.”
The rougher I am, the harder she comes for me. Each sharp swat of my palm on her ass, the firm grip on her thighs as I spread her wider, and every possessive squeeze around her throat sends her spiraling toward another climax. She’s mindless, a creature of pure pleasure, begging for more with her whimpers and the desperate arching of her back.
I pull out almost completely, leaving just the head of my cock inside her, watching her swollen, pink pussy lips try to suck me back in. “Look at that,” I growl, my voice thick with lust. “This greedy little cunt doesn’t want to let me go.” I slam back into her, a brutal, full-bodied thrust that drives the air from her lungs in a guttural moan. I do it again. And again. Pulling out slowly, teasing her with the emptiness, then ramming back home, my balls slapping against her ass with a filthy, wet thwack.
I release her throat and grab both her ankles, pushing her legs up and back, folding her nearly in half. The new angle is devastating. I’m so deep, I swear I can feel her cervix kissing the tip of my cock with every thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head, her hands clawing at the couch cushions. “Right there,” she sobs, a mindless chant. “Oh God… Daddy, right there.”
“God isn’t fucking you, angel.” I drive into her, my rhythm punishing and unsustainable. “Daddy is.” I let go of one ankle and bring my hand down on her clit with a sharp, open-palmed slap. The sound is wet and violent in the quiet room. She screams, her entire body convulsing as a violent orgasm rips through her. I slap her clit again, then again, matching the tempo of my thrusts. “Come for Daddy,” I grunt, and her pussy gushes around me. “Give me another one. Soak my cock.”
Her juices are slick on my thighs as I listen to the sloppy, wet sounds of my cock pistoning into her overflowing cunt. It’s the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. After shoving her shirt out of the way, I lean down, capturing one of her perfect, rosy nipples in my mouth. I don’t suck gently. I bite. I scrape my teeth against the sensitive peak before soothing it with a hard suck, pulling it deep into my mouth. I give the other the same treatment, leaving them both reddened and glistening, standing at stiff, aching points.
“Please,” she whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair, trying to pull me close while simultaneously trying to push me away. “Roman… Daddy… I can’t…”
“You can, and you will. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” I praise, my voice thick with my own impending release. “You look so fucking beautiful taking my cock, angel. Taking all of it so well, so deep for Daddy.” I pound into her, the couch groaning with the force of my thrusts as the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room. “Such a perfect fucking wife. My perfect little breeding whore.”
The combination of the dirty praise, brutal pace, and the ever-tightening possessive grip around her throat sends her over the edge again. She shatters in my arms, a silent, violent orgasm that leaves her shaking and sobbing against my chest as her back bows off the couch and her pussy convulses around me, pulling me with her.
With a roar, I come, my hips slamming into hers. My cock pulses, jets of my release flooding her as I fill her with what I hope—with every fiber of my being—is the first of my heirs. Collapsing on top of her, I bury my face in the sweat-slick curve of her neck as we both gasp for air, and my cock twitches with the last of my release. I press a soft kiss above her racing pulse as I languidly thrust into her, working my seed deeper for it to take hold.
“Mine,” I whisper against her skin as her body still trembles from the aftermath of my claim. It’s not a question, but a statement of fact. When her arms wrap weakly around my back, I know she finally—truly—believes it.
I need to take her to bed, to put desperately needed salve on her mottled ass, but I can’t bring myself to break this moment. Not yet. We lie together on the couch, my seed slowly weeping from her as I grow soft inside her. Seed I will replace when I take her again tomorrow. Because now that I’ve had her, I intend to keep her filled to the brim until her body gives me what I want.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” I murmur against her skin as my fingers dust along the still-heated arc of a spoon print on her ass. “You’ll feel me with every move you make. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember exactly who you belong to.” I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes are glassy, dazed, but they’re focused on me. “You’re mine now, angel.”
A slow, tired smile spreads across her face. “Yours, Daddy.”
Chapter Twelve
Cora
It’s been two months since Roman first claimed me, marking my body and filling me with his seed. His determination to secure an heir is unwavering. The feel of his hands on my skin and remnants of his release dampening my panties have become as natural as my own breathing.
After drying from my bath, I slip on one of Roman’s recently discarded white dress shirts and do up just enough buttons to remain decent. I flip my head over to diffuse my hair, and I can’t help but breathe in the remaining musky scent of his cologne as I scrunch and dry my hair. It’s a smell I've become quite fond of.
After drying the final curls, I flip my head back, and I stand upright. “Jesus!” I gasp when I catch his reflection in the mirror. He’s leaning against the doorframe, watching me with a predatory intensity that makes my stomach flip and sends my heart racing. His eyes are dark, fixed on me as if I’m the only thing in the world.
He pushes off the frame and moves toward me with unhurried but deliberate steps. The racing of my heart grows into an insistent hammering with every stride he takes. The rest of my body reacts in turn; the heat of my arousal pools between my thighs from merely the way he looks at me. And maybe the intentions I know he has. Stepping behind me, he rests his strong hands on my hips as I lean back against his chest, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. “There’s my angel,” he husks, the vibration of his voice tickling against my spine.
