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I stop and she groans.
“Ride me, Mrs. King. Let me see how much you want me.”
Leaving a hand on my stomach, she reaches back and grabs onto my thigh as she lifts herself up, then falls back down.
A strangled noise leaves her as she captures the corner of her lips between her teeth. Soon enough, she finds her rhythm and goes up and down in slow, sensual strokes.
I’m at the point of bursting both at how fucking tight she feels and the view of her riding me, her tits bouncing, her hands caressing my skin.
“God, you really feel so good, Eli,” she breathes out in a needy voice. “Fuck me. I love it when you fuck me.”
“Like this?” I thrust up when she falls down and she slumps forward.
“Yes, yes…more…”
“You look like a fucking goddess.”
“Oh God, yes!” She grinds her clit against my groin as I drive into her with deep stokes.
“I’m going to fill you up with cum so you know you’re only mine, wife.”
“Yes… Please…”
Her lips fall open and she tightens around me, so I sit up, sink my hand in her hair, and shove her down for a hungry, violent kiss as she shatters around my cock.
She rotates her hips and continues riding me, milking me, clenching around me.
The entire time she kisses me with frantic passion. My wife is as insatiable as I am and never gets enough.
“Come with me,” she whispers against my mouth as she clenches around my cock. “Please, please.”
I thrust deeper, wrapping a hand around her throat, and then I’m groaning as she moans.
The rush of the orgasm hits me with blinding strength. I come in her as I kiss her senseless.
She wraps her frail arms around me, and, for a moment, we’re one.
For a moment, as we kiss and she snuggles against me, I choose to think we’re normal.
Ordinary.
Simple.
For a moment, I choose to forget that I have two options for my wife.
Either watch her wither away or admit her to a mental institute and watch her fall apart on the road to no return.
She might look normal now or a few days from now. A few weeks if we’re lucky, but it’s an illusion.
A safety net with hidden holes.
An unsteady bridge that will crack under pressure.
Already, as I carry her to the bathroom, she looks lethargic, numb, and only half present.
Her pulse is slow, her eyes are unfocused, and her body is stiff.
After I run the tap and check the temperature, I place her in the tub, careful to balance her head so she doesn’t hit it against the edge in her daze.
