Page 87 of Fractured Memories

This time, when I pull away, she’s been grinding against me endlessly, sweat is trickling down her torso, and I see the prick of tears at the corner of her eyes. She’s desperate, and who am I to deny my wife?

That first tear rolls down her cheek when I smack her arse. “Lift up for me.”

Her back bows as she does, and I shove my waistband down. I work the trunks down my legs and kick them off before guiding Eden over my thick erection.

“Oh, fuck.” My head falls back as she drips all over me. She’s so wet, and it’s bringing me to the edge of my sanity.

“I want you inside of me,” she begs, and I lift my head to watch her rock her hips over me furiously. “Please. Fill me. Fuck me hard.” Those hazel eyes are pleading. “I’m begging you, Kieran.”

I grip my cock, rubbing it against her clit and watching her jolt. “Begging me, wife? All because you’re so desperate for your husband to ruin that pretty pussy?”

“Yes, please.” She shifts up until my head is teasing her entrance. I don’t let her slide down yet, and she trembles in my hold. “Use me. Ruin me. I want it all, Kieran.”

Giving her a nod, Eden sinks down with a sigh of pure relief, and I clench my jaw as she stretches around me. She feels so fucking good that I can’t hold back, thrusting up so that I’m buried deep inside her faster.

“Oh, fuck!”

I love the cry coming from her lips, and I adjust my hold on her arms, keeping her pinned in place as I pull back and thrust in again. “Is that what you wanted, mo chuisle? You wanted me to fuck you so hard you couldn’t breathe?”

She nods frantically, her breaths coming in sharp and fast. “Harder.”

She’s too perfect for me.

I don’t hold back. I slam up into her over and over, tugging her even further back. It lets me slide in deeper, and Eden is completely at my mercy as I pound into her tight cunt.

“You take me so fucking well.” Her whole body is flushed, and I know from the way she’s shaking that she’s close. “Keep squeezing me. So fucking good.”

She moans in response, and I pinch her nipple, twisting as I bottom out. Her hips roll against me, and I keep my thrusts shallow and hard, letting her grind her clit against me as she comes hard and loud.

“That’s it.” I flick her nipple, and her walls pulse. “Make sure everyone hears how well you’re taking your husband’s cock.”

That makes her pussy clench. I’d never let anyone see Eden like this, but the idea of getting caught turns her on so much that I love to remind her how often she lets me fuck her out in the open.

Once she starts to come down, I let go of her wrists, supporting her body with an arm around her waist. She pulls in deep breaths, and I stand, keeping her impaled on my cock. Knocking the plates out of the way, I lay her out on the table, her legs automatically locking around my waist.

I lean forward, palms on either side of her head, and slowly slide out of her. She whimpers as I drag along the sensitive walls. “Look at me, Eden.” Her eyes flutter open, clouded with lust. Shifting my weight to one hand, I bring the other to the base of her throat. “Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fucking ruin you.”

I slam forward, and her back bows, a cry spilling from her lips. But she does as she’s told and keeps her hazel eyes on me.

My fingers tighten around her throat, and I drive into her harder. I lose myself in how incredible her body feels, in the way she yields to me. I know that Eden never lets her guard down with anyone else, so for her to let me fuck her like this has always been so much deeper than just pleasure. Though that is a major focus, too.

The reciprocation isn’t lost on me after I was so vulnerable with her.

My rhythm starts to falter as my orgasm builds. I increase the pressure on Eden’s throat until she can’t breathe at all, but she doesn’t fight it. She grips the table’s edge above her head, rolling her hips up into mine to take each thrust deeper.

“I have never felt anything as good as you,” I grunt.

She’s so close again, and I lean down, biting her throat hard. Her lips part on a silent scream, and I relax my grip marginally, giving her a little oxygen. Her orgasm sweeps through her body, and I let go of her throat, sending her even higher.

A few shallow thrusts send me over the edge with her, my teeth nearly breaking skin as I come hard. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging until it burns, and the pain pushes us both higher.

When I can finally move again, I ease back, pressing a kiss to the bite mark. Then to her jaw and temple. Her fingers tug at my scalp, pulling me over to her mouth, and I kiss her slowly, letting her body come back down.

Easing back, I push her curls from her face, sweat slicking them to her skin. “You are so perfect, mo chuisle.”

Exhausted, Eden softly smiles up at me, and just looking at her right now rocks me to my core. My beautiful wife. Skin flushed. Eyes bright. Body marked and mine.

There’s never been a better sight than her like this, naked and sated, laid out bare beneath me. But as her hand moves down my neck, there is one thing missing. I want to see my ring back on her finger.