Page 123 of Fractured Empire

“God, yesss,” I moan, whispering the words of satisfaction. “You’re so good with your tongue. Oh, oh, oh, fuuuck, yes, right there.”

Leon smiles against my cunt, making a low sound to vibrate his lips against my clit as he sucks on it. He makes me need to move, my hips bucking and driving my pussy against his face while he eats it.

“I knew you’d be soaked,” he boasts, pulling back to lick his slippery lips. “Now the only question is, do you want to come on my lips before I pull you to the ground and fuck you full, or do you want to save it for my cock?”

He always asks the best questions.

“Cock,” I gasp, watching as he presses a hard kiss to the front of my pussy. “If I come now, I might not be able to stay awake for more. You know how much you tire me out when you make me orgasm, bohatstvo.”

“Mmm, I know. You’re such a sensitive little thing when you meet your end.” He smirks, pulling me down to the ground with him. He handles me carefully, but maneuvers me exactly how he wants me. He gets me on my back with my legs spread wide open, my hair sprawled out on the blanket as he fills the space between my thighs. “You’re going to be a sweet wife for me and hold off coming for as long as you can for me, won’t you? You’re going to let me savor being buried in this juicy little pussy, yeah, baby?”

“Y-yeah,” I whimper. “But not if you keep talking like that.” I swear my clit just throbbed hearing his dirty talk. He gets filthier every single time we do this.

“No promises, baby.”

Chills break out up and down my arms and he makes his move. Fisting a hand around his cock, he circles his wrist to give it a languid stroke before sinking down further into the blanket to line himself up at my waiting entrance.

My pussy clenches with anticipation when I feel the tip of his head glide against my soaked core, barely prodding at the tight channel at first. Leon doesn’t wait around for too long though, looking me in the eyes and he drives his hips forward, his pelvis meeting the curve of my ass as he sinks inside completely.

Married for months and now pregnant, I still never get tired of the delicious stretch I feel when my husband’s fat cock fills me up and fucks me. He’s so long and thick that I swear sometimes it’s like I can feel him in my stomach. It’s an addicting and powerful feeling to lie beneath a man who could kill even the most skilled assassins but he chooses to worship you with all of his strength instead.

“So good,” I moan, tipping my head to the side to peek at the fire dancing. “Do you think we’re glowing too?”

“You’re warmer,” he replies, pulling out and sliding back in with a groan. “I don’t know if we’re glowing in the light, but you’re fucking gorgeous like this either way, baby. Hot, wet, beautiful, and all fucking mine.”

His praise makes me melt, my head turning back to gaze up at him. “You fuck me so good, Leon. No one else could ever have me the way you do. I never stop thinking about you, not even when you’re inside me, especially not while you’re inside me.”

“Shit,” he hisses, his cock pulsing once. He loves being complimented as much as he likes complimenting too. He can’t hide it when his abs tighten and flex every time I get a little too descriptive about how much I enjoy him, and his cock always does that little jump thing whether it’s in my hand, my mouth, or my pussy. “That sweet mouth of yours, baby. You’re too good.”

Pressing his lips into mine, he kisses me hard, giving me a taste of myself while he starts moving his hips to make longer, deeper strokes. He fills me up so good that every time he pulls out to go at it again, I want to clench down as hard as I possibly can just to keep him there for longer. Sometimes I wish we had more time alone just so he could keep me full, fucked, and fulfilled to an unhealthy degree.

It’s a horny dream, but one I imagine more often than I’d like to admit.

“Oooooh, mmmm, I missed this,” I moan, still trying to keep my voice low. The fire crackles and the sound makes me squirm beneath my husband, the soft blanket caressing my bare skin. “You take such good care of my pussy, bohatstvo.”

“You make it easy,” he grunts, voice strained. “Fucking hell, I love you, tesoro. You want it just like this or do you want it faster? How much can you take while keeping your sweet mouth quiet, hmm?”

“Give me everything,” I demand, immediately filled with misplaced confidence. I’m a screamer, and he damn well knows it. But…“I’ll put the blanket in my mouth and bite down before I risk having to end this because I wake the kids up. Just fuck me, my love. You know how I like it.”

Pride fills up his chest as he breathes in. “Fuck yes, I do.”

Like we’re alone without a worry in the world, Leon starts delivering the honeymoon feral fucking I imagined, driving his thrusts into me so hard that my butt is bruisingly tight against the floor. The blanket beneath us provides just enough barrier to where I shouldn’t wake up with sores in the morning.

Oh. My. God.

Biting down hard on my lip, I fish the soft faux fur blanket and strain my neck, tipping my head and arching my back. My toes curl into the ground, knees locking around Leon’s hips as he fucks me like a wild man, his strokes coming out punishingly hard and deep.

Fireworks burst in my stomach, dancing around like butterflies on crack as my climax begins to build alarmingly fast. Sweat beads on the back of my neck, wetting the thin strands of hair that cling to it, heat spreading through me like fire in my veins.

“Leon,” I hiss through my teeth. “I c-can’t last much longer.”

It’s a warning, not a request to slow down.

God, I think I might kill him if he slows down.

“I know, baby.” His hands tighten around my waist and he uses his arms to fuck me on his cock while he continues thrusting. “I can feel how wound up you are, and you get so fucking tense when you’re close. You tighten every muscle in your body like they can somehow save you from losing control.”

It’s a reflex, at least I think it is, but who am I to argue with the man who’s about to make me come?