AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It’s only been one day since I became his wife and already I don’t know myself.
“Yes, you hate me so bad, that your pussy is desperate to take my cock.” He lets it stroke between my folds agonizingly slowly, and since I have no comeback, I just enjoy the way it feels.
“You hate me so much that you want me to fill this needy, little pussy all the way up.” He lets his tip tease my entrance, and the sting his belt just caused only seems to heighten all my senses.
“Say it again.”
“I hate yo—” He slams inside me in one punishing thrust that takes the breath out of me as well as the words.
“Keep saying it,” he growls in my ear as he starts to fuck me, hard and unforgivingly, and I continue to give him what he needs.
“I hate you.” The words come out weaker every time I say them. But I keep them coming as his grip on my hips gets firmer and his thrusts become more desperate.
I can’t hold it off, the power he commands from my body is too great. I come for him, but I continue to tell him that I hate him. I tell him until his body stills and he groans his own pleasure into my ear.
“Take it.” His fingertips indent my flesh as he holds me tight against him. “Take all that fucking cum and hate me a little bit more.” I can feel his thumb digging into my hip bone and the tension in his fingers doesn’t let up as his cock pulses inside me, filling me with his seed. I don’t know how long he holds me for, but his cock remains hard and the kiss he places on my cheek almost feels like a reward.
DARIO
Ilie on top of her with my cock still deep inside her pussy, even after she’s drifted off to sleep from the exhaustion of trying to deny me her pleasure.
What I’m feeling is borderline obsession, and I don’t like the idea of all that cum I’ve just given her, running down her thighs and going to waste.
Somehow this girl knows how to push all my buttons. Today, while she was gone I couldn’t get anything done. I paced the floors and worried about all the things that could harm her. I even demanded that my men give me updates every fifteen minutes.
I’ve been shot at, I’ve been stabbed, but it feels as if I never had a real sense of pain until her. And now here I am, Dario DeMarco, heir to the East Side underworld, staring at a woman I barely know, desperate to ensure I knock her up.
I move carefully as I drag myself away, then standing back I watch my cum drip out of her. Scooping it up with my finger, I force it back inside her gently so I don’t wake her and she stirs a little, as I plug her pussy with two fingers. I even surprise myself when I place a soft kiss on her cheek.
Despite all she has put me through today, something tellsme this is just the start. Madalina DeMarco is going to give me many wasted days and sleepless nights, especially when I know for sure that she’s carrying my child.
When I’m satisfied that I’ve done all I can, I take my finger from inside her and swipe what’s left over her lips. I want to be the first thing she tastes when she wakes up and as I back out of the room and leave her to get some rest, I can’t help wondering what she’ll test me with next.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask when she joins me at the breakfast table the next morning. I like how casual she looks today. She’s wearing a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater, it reminds me of how she looked the day I first spoke to her.
“Yes.” She rests her ass on the seat beside me and I wonder if she still feels the sting from my belt.
“Good. Eggs?”
“I’ll settle with fruit this morning.” She smiles tolerably before reaching for the bowl of fresh fruit so she can help herself.
“When was your last period?” I ask as I take a sip from my coffee, and when she almost chokes on a strawberry I wonder how the hell she can make that look sexy too.
“Wow, you don’t get many guests for breakfast, do you?” She laughs as she recovers.
“You aren’t a guest, you’re my wife,” I remind her,again.“So, when was it?” I get us back to what's important.
“I don’t know, a week or two before the wedding.” She shrugs as if it’s irrelevant.
“Well, can you find out for sure, you must have some kind of diary?”
“I don’t have a diary.” She shakes her head before tucking back into her fruit, and then pauses and frowns.
“Why is that important?” she asks curiously.
“Because I know there are times in a cycle when it is more likely for you to get pregnant, during those times we need to fuck more frequently. I will put it into my schedule.” I pop a blueberry into my mouth and watch her eyebrows lift.
“I think we fuck frequently enough.” She fidgets on her chair uncomfortably and I can’t help smiling. I think I like her innocent side as much as I do her bratty one.
