8. Simone #3
I hate how fucking attractive he is. How hard it is not to suck in a breath of appreciation when his shirt slides off, revealing his muscled chest and chiseled abs, all of it inked with tattoos swirling over the pale skin.
Light copper hair is dusted between his pecs, narrowing to a fine trail that runs down to his navel, down to his…
I swallow hard, looking away. And the instant I do, he grabs my chin, forcing my face back to where I’m made to look at him as he sinks an inch deeper, a groan spilling from his lips as he works his way inside of me.
“So fucking wet, and you’re still struggling to take it all.
You should have come for me, célie. Should have let me get you ready for this thick cock—” He sinks deeper, breathing hard as his stomach muscles ripple and flex, and he reaches down between us, his eyes darkening as I feel his fingers slide over the taut flesh where I’m wrapped around him.
“Mine,” he growls, as he raises his fingers to where I can see them, the tips stained bloody. “My wife. You—all of it— mine .”
He presses his bloody fingertips against my lips. “Suck it off, célie ,” he commands, his cock slipping a little deeper into me. “Lick your virgin blood off my fingers.”
I glare at him. “No,” I hiss, and he smirks, hips snapping forward at the same time as he pushes his fingers between my lips, spearing me completely, his cock sunk into me to the hilt as I taste copper and his flesh on my tongue.
I sink my teeth into his fingers as I bite him, hard.
“Bloody Christ!” Tristan lets out a shout, yanking his hand back. His eyes gleam, dark and vicious, and he grabs my hands in one swift move, pinning them. “You’ll pay for that, banphrionsa ,” he promises, and without missing a beat, I feel him slide out of me and slam back in, hard.
The force of it rocks the bed backwards, drawing a cry from my lips at the feeling of his too-thick cock slamming into my tight pussy.
“You want it rough?” he growls, fingers pressing into my wrists.
“I’ll give you my cock just the way you want it then, célie .
My wife gets what she wants. What she deserves . ”
The cords of his throat are taut, his muscles rippling as he fucks me mercilessly, his groans of pleasure more of a primal growl as he sinks into me again and again.
With each slam of his cock into me, his tight abdomen presses against my clit, grinding into me each time, sending twinned jolts of pain and pleasure through me as he fucks me to his climax.
“Fuck—” He pants, his eyes locked on mine as he holds me down on the bed.
“I’m going to come, célie . I’m going to fill you so fucking full of my cum…
Christ !” He lets out a snarl of pleasure, slamming himself into me once more, hard enough to bruise, as I feel his cock swell and harden inside of me, a deep throbbing starting within me as I feel the first hot spurt of his cum.
“Oh, fucking hell—” He throws his head back, his stomach muscles clenching as he comes inside of me, and I have to fight off the wave of pleasure that ripples through me.
I’ve never seen a man climax before, never seen anything so primal, so fiercely erotic.
He’s a beast in this moment, an animal claiming me as his, and it sends a dizzying wave of heat through me.
I want to come so fucking badly, and I refuse to let him have it.
Tristan lets go of my wrists, dropping onto his elbows above me and breathing hard as I feel his cock twitch inside of me. When he draws out, slowly, I can feel how sore I’m going to be tomorrow, how raw I am from his merciless fucking.
He rolls to one side, still breathing hard, his suit trousers around his hips.
He’s unbearably hot, I can’t help but think as I turn my head to look at him—his copper hair sweaty and tousled, his muscles on full, glistening display, his half-hard cock resting thickly against his abdomen, and the hint of muscled thighs visible above his open trousers.
He looks undone, like he couldn’t get his cock inside of me fast enough, and if I didn’t hate him so much, he’d be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
He still is , I think, and I hate myself for that, too.
Tristan looks over at me, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.
“That was fucking incredible, banphrionsa ,” he murmurs.
“Was it for you… oh, that’s right.” He rolls onto his side, reaching out to trail a finger across my hipbone.
“I gave you every opportunity to come, and you refused. Now you’ll go to sleep frustrated. ”
“I can take care of myself,” I snap, and his eyes darken.
“If I catch you touching this pretty pussy without my permission, célie , you’ll be punished for it.”
“Another thing you’ll punish me for?” I smile sweetly at him. “Maybe you should make a list. I can’t keep track of it all.”
“I mean it.” His voice drops to a growl, and his hand slides between my thighs, cupping me possessively there. “As long as you refuse to come for me, Simone, you won’t come at all. And if I catch you touching yourself without permission, you’ll regret it.”
His middle finger slides between my folds as he cups me, pushing into my slick entrance, and it’s all I can do not to suck in a breath at the intrusion.
He’s torturing me, and he knows it, the heel of his hand resting lightly against my swollen clit, his middle finger gently thrusting as he looks at me.
“When you come again, wife, it will be for me. Fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t care. But you won’t come unless I say so.”
“Fuck you,” I whisper, and he chuckles.
“That’s the idea.” He pulls his hand away, leaning in to drop a kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to go shower. Feel free to join me, but I warn you, you’ll end up with my cock inside you again if you do.”
That’s as good a reason as any, I think, not to follow him. I lay there, feeling the warmth of his cum on my inner thighs, and watch him get up, walking in all his naked glory to the ensuite bathroom.
No one so infuriating should be allowed to be so gorgeous. I force myself to tear my eyes away from him as he walks into the bathroom, jaw clenched as I think about his ultimatum.
There aren’t cameras all over the estate. There certainly isn’t one in our bedroom. I can touch myself if I want, when he’s not home… but something about the way he said it makes me feel a spark of anxiety.
How would he know? I have a feeling that if I test him, I’m going to find out.