Page 149 of LA King

She rocks her hips, riding my fingers. “Yes,” she pants, and now my cock is about to explode if I don’t get inside her.

I slip my fingers out to a whimper of protest, and then I roll her onto her front and pin her to the mattress using the weight of my body. With one hand, I hold her wrists above her head.

“Spread those legs wide for me,” I command.

She does as I instruct, and I reward her with a sharp slap on her perfect ass.

“Ow.” She wriggles, and I do the same again, enjoying seeing her creamy white skin turn pink in an instant.

I settle between her thighs, nudging her knees apart with mine while my cock is pressed against the seam of her ass. Every muscle in her body tenses. Wanting to reassure her before I rut into her like an animal, I plant a kiss on her shoulder blade. “I am going to fuck this ass—make no mistake about that. But not until you’re ready.”

Her body relaxes beneath me, muscles softening while I shift my hips so that the crown of my cock is nudging at her pussy opening. “There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I’m going to teach you to enjoy both.” I slam into her, making her cry out and forcing her a few inches up the bed.

I rest my weight on her, effectively pinning her in place as I slam into her over and over again, pounding her pussy as hard as I’m able to. Her whimpers and groans spur me on, her pussy muscles squeezing me tighter as I bring her to the edge.

My wife enjoys being fucked hard—noted.

I drag my teeth along her neck and shoulders, and then I bite down. She screams my name as her orgasm finally hits. With a few more thrusts, my balls tighten, and I empty myself inside her.

Even when I’m done, I don’t slide out of her. Her pussy is like a magnet to my cock. It won’t let me go. I worm my free hand beneath her and find her swollen clit. I massage it gently while I the suck the tender spot on her shoulder where I bit her. A few moments later, her second orgasm hits like a freight train, and she shudders and bucks beneath me.

Her whole body trembles violently as I finally pull out of her. “That, princesa, is how I like to fuck.” I release her hands and give her a final, hard slap on the ass before heading for the shower. I don’t trust myself to stay in bed with her. I can’t keep my hands off her, and I might give her the wrong idea about what this is between us.

This is about fucking, not about feelings and cuddling.

But if that’s true, why is it such a damn struggle to walk away from her?

I’m shrugging on my suit jacket when Alana walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She took a soak in the bath rather than a shower, and I’m aware that’s because she’s tender from the hammering I gave her virgin pussy.

Maybe I should feel ashamed or guilty about that, but I don’t. Not even a little. She’s my wife, and I claimed her for my own. Even if I die today, she will never be fucked again without remembering the feeling of my cock inside her.

She gazes up at me and bites down on her lip. This is new territory for both of us. I’m not entirely sure how to navigate this new dynamic in our relationship myself, but I do know that I have to remain in control of it.

“I have a new house rule,” I say, fastening my jacket.

“Oh? And what’s that?” Even when she’s nervous, she’s still feisty.

“When I’m here in the house with you, you are not to wear panties.”

Her cheeks flush pink and her mouth hangs open.

“Keep your mouth open like that, princesa, and you’ll be experiencing another first this morning, because I will fill it with something.”

“But Alejandro⁠—”

“Alejandro? That’s not what you were calling me last night.” I cock an eyebrow. “What happened to Alex?”

Her blush deepens. “Alex,” she says softly, and it makes me smile. I really fucking like her calling me that. “There are times of the month when that’s just not practical.”

I grab her hips and pull her body flush to mine. Even after what we did last night and this morning, she’s still too embarrassed to talk openly about her own body.

“You can wear panties when you’re on your period. And now that we’re on the subject, how long do they usually last?”

“Three or four days.”

My hands wander to her ass, and her breath catches in her throat. “I want to make it clear right now that I am not in the slightest bit put off by a little blood, and I will be fucking you regardless of whether you’re bleeding.”

She blinks at me, confused or indignant, I can’t quite tell.