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I struggle, but he effortlessly pins my hands and holds both my wrists with one fist, then snaps his fly undone and can barely wait to get his dick into me. I writhe and grunt with frustration, but he smiles. He smiles a smile that belongs to a man half angel, half monster. And damn it, but I’m wetter. My heart is racing with excitement now. And it feels so, so wrong.
“Give in, listen to your pussy. Give it what it wants. It wants to be pounded. It wants to help your husband forget how fucking much it hurts for a few minutes.”
I stop writhing.
“God, I love seeing these rings on your finger.” He kisses my ring finger just above where the rings rest.
I see the flash of his ring on his hand and a flash of something in his eyes. This along with the sound of his voice, the way he feels holding me, impaling me, wanting me… makes me nod.
He stills, eyes scanning my face.
I nod again and he flinches. He’s looking at me with disbelief.
I nod again, harder. He pins me harder, daring me to change my mind with just those expressive eyes.
I grunt, pulling my right hand hard. He releases it. I pull at the gag and he helps me, releasing it.
His eyes are full of questions. He’s aching to know what I’m trying to say.
As the gag is lowered to my throat, I squeeze my inner muscles around him. His expression shows me he feels it.
“Just go,” I rasp. “Just go! Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you want me. Take me, Derek. Do it!”
His nostrils flare and he slams his hips forward, letting out a snarling, animalistic sound as he grabs a fistful of my hair, using it to get my mouth to his.
“I fucking love you, love you so much, baby. This is what I need. You. You make me feel and I hate and love it at the same time. You say I’m psycho. I am, Chloe. But you have the power to get me as close as I can get to normal. Just use it. Use that power and get whatever you want, baby. Give yourself to me and take me. Take me as I am. Know that yes, I’m fuckin’ cracked, but I’m yours. I’ll do anything for you, as long as it’s not you asking me to stop being your husband.”
He pinches my nipple hard, but it hurts so good. I squeeze around him, tight as I can while I attack his mouth with my teeth, biting him, licking his lips, sucking on his tongue.
He comes. Explodes. He pulls my hair harder, roaring into my mouth as he trembles. He slams his palm against the headboard and growls.
“Fuck, yeah, Chloe. I fucking love you. I’m gonna give you everything, baby. Everything. Make you happy…” He kisses me. “Make you laugh, smile, make you wanna take care of me. But I won’t stop taking care of you while you do it, okay?”
I whimper.
“How the fuck do you feel this good, wife? I can’t fathom becoming less obsessed with you. I promise I’ll never forget how much I want you, how hard I’ve fought for you. If you love me back, I don’t even know how I’ll hack it. My fucking chest’ll explode with how it feels. Just you being here for me today, I can’t even tell you how much it helps. I’ve been twitching off and on for days, almost non-stop today, and you made it stop, baby.”
He cups my jaw tenderly. This feels so foreign and yet so real at the same moment. His hand slides down to the tie that’s loosely around my neck and he holds it, his other hand cupping me between my legs as he slides his fingers through the wetness, and then slaps between my legs. I jolt. He slaps me three times quickly and then circles it before using three fingers to penetrate me.
My back leaves the mattress and I whimper.
“I love watching my cum leak out of you,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. His voice is sweet, almost hypnotizing.
Despite everything, for some reason, my mouth splits into a smile.
“Oh, a gift for your husband, wife? A smile?”
A giggle escapes my mouth. Maybe I’m going a little crazy, too.
He lets go of the tie, laughing. And it’s a beautiful sight, one I don’t feel bad about taking in. It’s a sight I actually lap up for once. “But I need you to hold it all in, Chloe.” His fingers play in the mess, then he cups me firmly. “Because I want my seed to grow our baby inside you.”
I say nothing. What can I say? He’s had an emotional episode today that was huge for him. His mother died. The funeral had explosions. His mother’s coffin isn’t in the ground, it’s in a room downstairs because of the explosions. He’s just had some sort of partial breakthrough with his father. I don’t know what the next moments hold. I only know that this guy looking into my eyes right now, playing in the mess between my legs, yes, he needs psychiatric help. Definitely, he’s done some unforgivable things. But also… in some ways he’s kind of fucking magical.
“A baby for next summer sounds pretty fucking great,” he says. “Doesn’t it?”
I stretch, feeling languid from the ginormous orgasm. I don’t answer the ridiculous question, though.
Yeah, maybe he is crazy, but he sure does know how to make me come. A girl could get addicted to physical satisfaction on a daily basis.
