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And I don’t want it to stop. I’ll be happily in tatters around this man if he just keeps doing what he’s— “Oh!”
“Like that?” He does it again, stroking up inside my ass as he thrusts mercilessly inside my pussy.
Yes, I’m going to die.
Something else is building inside me now. Something devastating. World changing. I’m never going to be the same after this.After him.
He’s going to break me.
He’s fucking me with maddening control, that finger in my ass stroking in that way, and it’s not long before that pressure is toppling over the edge and I’mscreaming into the bedding, an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced thundering through my body.
I’m oversensitive, my entire body feeling electric to the touch as he pulls his finger from my ass, his cock still impossibly hard inside me as he thrusts through the aftershocks of my orgasm only to—wait—no. Is that another orgasm he’s building?
“I can’t—Kane—I can’t have?—”
“You can, wife. And you will. You’ll shatter for me again and again until you know what this is. Who I am to you.”
“Wh—”
He thrusts hard. My body pitches forward until I’m lying flat on my belly on his bed. He hits me at a wholly new angle as he follows me, dropping over me, fucking me somehow even deeper. His tip feels as though it’s hitting my belly at some sweet point, a button of pleasure I’ve had so much of already, it’s feeding me bolts of exquisite pleasure-filled pain.
Noises unlike anything I’ve ever made spill from between my lips into the space surrounding us as he drives his thrusts home again and again. Muscles ripple as he plants his elbows in the bed beside me, his hands angling up as though in prayer surrounding me to cover mine, fingers weaving between mine. The man is massive, caging me completely in the prison of his arms as he fucks me like a madman now, controlshattered. Even though I’m so stimulated, the sounds he's making in the deep of his throat, the guttural pleasure, it does something to me. Urges me on, somehow.
“Kane—”
“Fuck, baby, I could get lost inside you.”
“Oh, God,” I rasp, moan, plea. I don’t even know.
“Home,” he grunts. “This is home. Me in you. You around me. This is home.”
“Husband,” I whisper what I sense he needs. I’m right because with one more impossibly deep thrust, he roots himself home and spills every last drop he has to give. A hand loosens around mine to find my jaw, turning my head to the side for his mouth to claim. He empties himself inside me as he strokes long, slow, languidly delicious strokes. And when he kisses me now, it’s not a hot kiss driven by need. It’s something else. Something slower, something deeper. Something I’m not sure my heart is ready for.
My brain short-circuits as he pulls away, pulling from the deep of my body. With a warm kiss to my shoulder, he does a single push-up in the bed, then he’s walking to the bathroom. I hear water running, and then he’s back. He rolls me gently in the bed, a grin playing at his mouth as he cleans me between my legs. Sleep and exhaustion battle the need to stay awake, winning when I realize there’s pink in the horizon. It’s faint, but it’s there.
My mind drifts into the dark as my body grows heavier, so heavy, I’m only distantly aware when my body is lifted, sheets and blankets pulled over me before a heavy, warm weight settles in close, wrapping around me. A gentle kiss presses to my forehead before a deep voice murmurs, “Sweet dreams, wife.”
Then it’s lights out for me.
twenty-four
Kane
I can’t stop thinking about being inside my hot little wife. The night before, I could have kept going. Could have had her over, and over, and over again, and I’m not sure it would have been enough. I’ve always been a man of stamina, but that was intense even for me. The desire I feel for this woman is intense. Over the top.
Even now, it’s physically hard not to pull the truck to the side of the road, shove those little white shorts down, and burry myself deep inside her cunt while I push her coral shirt over her head—toss it the fuck out the window—and suck on her tits.
My fists clench around thesteering wheel and my jaw hardens as I attempt and fail at pushing thoughts of dominating her little body from my mind.
Even this morning when I woke her—letting her sleep until eight—I’d had to refrain from taking her. She wanted to break the news of our marriage in person, and after last night, the way I introduced my wife to the crowd after the show, it wouldn’t be long before news broke publicly, and widely. We had to do this. Now.
She shifts in the passenger seat, pushing her sunglasses up her nose as she stifles a yawn. She’s plugged some bakery into the GSP on her phone and it’s sitting in the center console, telling me I’ve got another few miles on this road before the twists and turns begin.
“Tired?”
She peers through dark lenses at me, a little pout on those fuckable lips. “Someone had his way with me until pink crested the horizon, so yeah, I’m tired.”
I chuckle. “You’re cute when you’re deprived of sleep. I’ll have to do it more often.”
