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Once I feel her relaxing, I drive into her with collected deep thrusts until she’s entirely slumped over the pillow. “You look so fucking beautiful when you’re being torn apart by my cock, Mrs. King.”
She clenches around me, her throaty soft moans filling the air like a chant—witchcraft whose sole purpose is to dismantle me to fucking pieces.
“You’re the most beautiful when your tight little cunt is being railed by me. You’re dripping for me and taking my cock so well. That’s it, mmm, show me how much you’re mine, wife.”
Her little body rocks back and forth, her arse rubbing against my groin, and I slap it a few times. She releases stuffy long moans and I fuck her harder, deeper.
This is why I shouldn’t touch my wife. Why I abstained for fucking years from claiming her. Not only is it a sure recipe for her mental decline, but she messes up my control, brings down my walls, and turns me into this sporadic entity of unhinged impulsiveness.
I don’t stop when she screams into the pillow or when her body shakes and she milks my cock.
I don’t stop when she shivers and releases small moans.
I certainly don’t stop when she lies there completely spent.
If anything, I go harder and faster. My balls tighten, but I don’t let myself come.
Not yet.
Not now when this could be the last time I fuck her.
I blame my lack of sleep for my unleashed sickness.
“Oh God, Eli.” She tries and fails to look back due to my grip on the belt. “I’m so sensitive…”
“You shouldn’t have provoked me, then, shouldn’t have flaunted yourself in barely-there clothes and offered what’s mine to the public. Now you’ll take my cock as punishment and thank me for it like a good wife.” I slap her arse.
She groans.
“Let me…let me look at you.”
“No.”
“Please…I want to see you.” The desperate lust in her voice almost demolishes the very last of my resolve.
I’d give anything to thrust my tongue in her mouth as hard as I’m thrusting my cock, to own her in irrevocable ways that can’t be undone.
I pull out to the tip and almost flip her onto her back.
Almost.
The image of her frigid eyes and the unattainable void in her expression flash before me and I slam back in her again, tightening the belt so she stops talking.
Then I fuck her like a madman.
I fuck her so raw, she slides back and forth and the headboard hits the wall with loud bangs.
My fingers find her clit and she squirms, fighting the unavoidable, but I tease and circle and press her pleasure button until she trembles around me. Her muffled moans fill the air as my abs tighten, my balls grow heavy, and I come inside her inviting cunt in waves.
The release is even stronger than last night. This is why I’ve kept my distance. I knew whetting my appetite once wouldn’t be enough and that I’d need to do it again and again before I’d ever be satisfied.
Even now, as I watch a streak of my cum sliding down her thigh, I want to restart the ownership process all over again.
As she slumps forward, I release the belt, letting her head rest on the pillow.
I pull out mid-orgasm and decorate her red arse with my cum. She hisses at the contact against her sensitive skin and I part her cheeks, massaging it into the crack and pressing it into her virgin hole.
“We need to prep you so you can take my cock in this tight little hole, Mrs. King.”
