9. Tristan
TRISTAN
S tanding in the bathroom of my new home, looking at my new wife’s virgin blood streaking my cock, I’m both horribly aroused and guilty all at once.
Just this evening, my father’s command to consummate the marriage—whether I liked it or not—made me feel like putting a fist through his face.
And yet, I went through with it, even after Simone begged me to put it off.
And… it felt good, taking her. Making her mine. Making all of this mine, indisputably.
Everything that once belonged to the Russos now belongs to me… including her.
And fuck , did she feel good.
I’d fully intended to make her come before I fucked her.
I might enjoy fighting with her, and I might like her fire, but I didn’t want to hurt her.
She was the first virgin I’ve ever fucked—hell, the first woman I’ve ever fucked without a condom—but I had some idea of what would make it easier for her. An orgasm would have gone a long way.
But she’s the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met, by a long shot.
I turn on the shower and let the water heat up, my own emotions in a tangle.
Taking her virginity turned me on more than I thought it would.
I felt powerful. Primal. The orgasm I had with her was better than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Knowing I was the first man to touch her, the first cock inside of her, the only one she’ll ever have…
I feel myself twitch, already getting hard again just at the thought. It’ll take a long time before I’m tired of her, I think, before I’ve fucked her out of my system. And though I know I should leave it at tonight, which was enough to make it legal—I need an heir, don’t I?
It’s an excuse, I know, but right now I’ll take any excuse to get inside of her again.
And she enjoyed it. She can lie all she wants, but I saw how hard she fought not to come. I felt how fucking wet she was, slick and swollen and desperate for me. If she’d let me, I could have given her the best fucking night of her life.
Instead, she ruined it for herself. That’s not my fault, I tell myself as I get under the hot spray, reluctant to shower her off of me. And I have every intention of making her come for me before the month is out, just like I promised. Maybe even before the week is done.
I can’t wait to fuck her again . I’m hard by the time I get out of the shower, aching for her, and I dry off quickly, lazily playing with my cock as I head back into the bedroom. If she’s not asleep, I’ll fuck her again, and if she is…
She’s not asleep. I step out into the bedroom to see her propped up on the pillows, under the covers, tucked all the way up under her arms as she looks off into the distance—through the glass French doors that lead out to the balcony.
She’s obviously thinking about something, but there’s only one thing that I want her thinking about tonight.
She hears my footsteps, and her head snaps around, her eyes widening when she sees my erection.
I reach down, sliding my hand over it as I approach the bed. “Spread those pretty thighs, wife,” I growl, moving onto the bed with her. “I want to fill you up again before I go to sleep.”
“I’m sore.” She bites her lip. “And we only needed to do it once to make it legal…”
“We’ll need to do it more than once to get you pregnant.
” I reach for the duvet, pulling it down, and Simone glares daggers at me as I throw the blankets to one side, revealing her perfect body again.
She’s fucking beautiful at any time, and even more so like this.
Her updo is half-fallen, tangled around her face, her skin still flushed, and between her thighs…
She looks well-fucked. Her pussy is reddened and swollen, my cum pearling between her folds and streaked across the insides of her legs, and I feel my cock throb at the sight.
I want to fill her again, until she’s dripping with it.
Until it comes out of her while I’m fucking her, because she can’t hold any more.
“Tristan—”
I slide two fingers between her folds, pushing my cum back inside of her.
“Let’s get you nice and wet again for me, célie .
You can come for me anytime you like. Come all over my fingers, if you want…
” I slide my thumb up as I say it, rolling it over her sensitive clit, knowing how close to the edge I got her before.
She’s got to be beyond frustrated, dying for a release, and I wonder how long she’ll hold out.
“I’m going to do this every day until you come for me,” I murmur.
“Finger this sweet pussy until I make it come. And whether you come for me or not, célie , I’m going to fill it up, as many times a day as I feel the need to.
You’ll take my cock when I please. And very soon, banphrionsa , I’m going to teach you just how I like to be sucked. ”
I see her jaw clench. “I’ll bite it off,” she hisses, and I chuckle, increasing the pace of my fingers. I feel her tighten around them, feel how badly her body needs release, but she’s still fighting me.
“Try it,” I murmur darkly. “You’ll pay for that if you do, célie . There are so many ways I could punish you, and we’ll run through them all, if need be.”
Her cheeks are flushed now, her clit pulsing under my thumb. She’s so close. I curl my fingers inside of her, thrusting shallowly as she glares at me, fighting me every step of the way.
“I’m not going to fucking come for you,” she hisses, and I smirk, pulling my hand away from her.
“No? Alright then.” I grab her hips, lifting her and flipping her over easily on the bed, enjoying the squeak of surprise that slips past her lips. “I’ll be sure to be quick this time then, célie , and send you to bed with your pussy nice and full.”
I hook one arm under her hips, raising them up, and angle my cock with my other hand, notching my tip against her slick folds before, with one swift movement, sinking into her to the hilt.
There’s nothing careful or slow about how I take her this time. She doesn’t want to come for me, and she doesn’t want me to take care of her—fine. I’ll fuck her the way I please, hard and fast, until I get what I need.
And god , it feels fucking incredible.
I’ve never been inside a woman bare before Simone.
It’s beyond imagining. Without that thin layer of latex separating skin from skin, the wetness, the heat…
it’s exquisite, like a tight silk glove sliding over my cock again and again, the sensation so good that it’s almost unbearable.
I rock into her, feeling the plush curve of her ass against my taut abdomen with every stroke, and I angle my hand so that my fingers are pressed against her clit, rubbing with every thrust as I fuck my wife.
Her hands clutch at the pillows in front of her, her jaw clenched so tight it’s a wonder that her teeth don’t crack. She’s biting back her moans, fighting off her climax, and I intend to wring it all out of her sooner rather than later.
“Stop fighting it, célie ,” I murmur, squeezing her ass with one hand as I thrust into her again.
“I could make you feel so good. You could come all over this thick cock, get exactly what you need. I’ll make you come as many times as you want, Simone.
Just admit that you want it. That you want me . ”
“Never,” she spits, and I chuckle, slamming hard into her again.
“Fine,” I hiss, feeling my balls tighten, my orgasm too close to stave off. “We’ll try again tomorrow, célie . For now…” I rock my hips against her, sucking in a breath as I feel the pleasure race up my spine. “Take my fucking cum, wife .”
The explosion feels every bit as good as the first, my cock throbbing as I throw my head back, a growl of pleasure escaping me as I feel myself spurt inside of her.
She feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock, taking it, taking everything I have to give her, and I can’t imagine anything better than this moment, as I fill my wife full of my cum.
I slide out of her, slowly, enjoying the view of her swollen pussy dripping as I lower her back down to the bed.
I could get hard for a third time, just looking at her.
I’m tempted to fuck her again, just to prove a point, but I truly don’t want to hurt her.
And I’m aware that there’s only so much her body can take, the first time.
Simone turns her head, glaring back at me. “Are you done?” she asks coolly, and I chuckle, reaching down to squeeze her ass once more.
“I’ve had enough for tonight, I think. Although…” I glance down at her soaked pussy, and smirk at her. “I don’t think you have. I can see how much you enjoyed my cock, wife . Are you sure…”
“I didn’t enjoy it.” She squeezes her thighs shut, rolling onto her side as she glares at me. “I didn’t enjoy it at all.”
“Liar.” I smile at her. “I know what a woman looks like when she’s turned on, célie . I know what she feels like. I made you feel good. You wanted me, wanted my cock. You just won’t admit it.”
“Get the fuck out!” she snaps, her patience clearly having run out. “You got what you wanted. You fucked me, twice. Get out. I don’t have to share a bed with you, Tristan O’Malley, once you’re done fucking using me.”
In one swift movement, I slide forward, my hand wrapping around the back of her head as she glares up at me.
“I like it when you’re angry,” I murmur.
“It gets me hard, célie . And you have a filthy mouth. Filthier than a good wife should have. Should I show you just how filthy I can make that mouth, célie , or are you going to be a good girl, and stop?—”
I don’t know how she manages it, but before I can move, she grabs a crystal jewelry tray from the side table, and throws it at me. It’s close enough that it doesn’t hurt, much, but the heavy object glances off of my shoulder, tumbling harmlessly to the ground.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” she hisses, baring her teeth at me, and my cock twitches, rapidly hardening as I look down at my spitfire of a wife.
“Are you sure?” I smirk down at her. “Don’t you want to cuddle, after?”
“Fuck you!” She shoves at my chest, hard, and this time I let her go, half-hard as I watch her scramble naked out of the bed.
“I’m leaving,” she snaps, grabbing the puddle of silk that was her wedding dress and yanking it up around her naked body.
“I’m going back to my room. Fucking try to stop me, Tristan O’Malley. ”
I shrug, and I enjoy seeing just how much that nonchalance seems to piss her off even more. “Go ahead,” I tell her lazily. “I got what I wanted, like you said. But I’ll see you in the morning, célie . I wake up hard, after all, and I’ll want to come in my wife’s pussy before I start my day.”
“Fuck you,” she spits again, and I chuckle.
“Is that a promise?”
She huffs, looking around for something to throw at me again, and then spins on her heel, clutching her dress to her chest as she flings open the door and bolts out of the bedroom, slamming it behind her.
I watch her go and then flop back down onto the bed. It smells like her… like us, like sweat and sex and her perfume. I could have made her stay, could have forced her to sleep next to me, but after a long day and fucking her twice, I’m exhausted.
Better a good night’s sleep, I think, so that I can enjoy whatever tomorrow brings.
But as I lie there, waiting to fall asleep, I almost wish I’d made her stay.
The bed feels oddly empty without her there, though she didn’t want to be and might have tried to stab me in my sleep, for all I know.
I’d liked the idea of having her next to me in the morning, and the victory of claiming her feels strangely hollow now that she’s left.
You’re just tired, I tell myself, closing my eyes. Tired and overly stressed from a long day, despite the exquisite release at the end of it. I’ll be glad to wake up peacefully in the morning, and then…
When I do wake up, the sunlight streaming through the windows as I blink awake, I’m as hard as I knew I would be, aching to bury myself inside of her again.
I stretch, looking down at the tented sheet, and throw it aside, a smile on my lips as I reach for a robe and head for the door, intending on going to see my wife.
She might have thought I was bluffing last night when I told her I’d come find her in the morning.
If so, she’s about to find out just how very wrong that is.