13. Ares
A res~
Like one hit of heroin, I was already addicted to the way that my wife’s pussy tasted, and God help her now.
If she was still under the impression that this marriage could be undone, then she was in for a rude awakening.
There was no fucking way that I was ever going to give her up now, not that it would have been possible before, but still.
“Ares...” she whimpered as her body sunk into the cushions, her orgasm ebbing sweetly.
Faster than I’d ever done before, I finished undressing until I was completely naked, and refusing to be the only one, I reached for Capri’s shirt, then pulled it off, her body too compliant to fight me at the moment.
After tossing it to the floor with the rest of our clothing, I crawled up my wife’s body, and I wasn’t sure what black magic had been in our wedding vows, but I could honestly say that I’d never felt this way about a woman before, and for the first time in my life, this wasn’t just sex.
Capri was my wife, and every second that I spent with her meant everything.
Unable to wait any longer, I settled my hips between her legs, and with the head of my bare dick nudging her entrance, I said, “Look at me.”
Her lust-filled eyes opened, those light blue orbs of hers taking me in. “Yeah?”
“Keep looking at me,” I instructed as I began to slide my hard cock into her soaked cunt. “Keep those eyes on me, baby.”
“Ares...I...oh, God...” she moaned, and just like that, I had a new purpose in life, and it was to keep my wife pleading for me.
I watched Capri disobey me as her eyes closed, her back arched, and her fingers gripped the cushions beneath us.
In all my life, I’d never seen anything so fucking profound, and I’d seen the world.
I’d been to nearly every country on the planet, meeting thousands of people, and none of my life before now could compare with my wife’s sweet whimpers or how her pussy was wetting my bare dick, something that I hadn’t ever experienced before.
When I finally had every inch of my cock stretching her open, I had to grit my teeth from saying shit that she wasn’t ready to hear and would never believe.
With every sound from her lips, I was falling hopelessly over the edge, and I found myself eager to take the fall as long as Capri was with me.
Whatever was happening between us right now was enough to make sure that I never lost sight of who this woman was to me.
She was my fucking wife.
“Take that dick like a good girl, baby,” I grunted above her. “Take every fucking inch of my cock.”
“Ares, please...” she moaned. “God, please don’t stop...”
My hips began to move faster and harder, needing to make sure that she felt me everywhere. I wanted her to wake up sore in the morning, and I wanted every step to remind her of what it felt like to ride my dick. I wanted every step to remind her that she was married.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I said as I dropped my weight on her, covering her completely. “I’m never going to be able to get enough, baby.”
Letting go of the cushions, Capri’s hands latched onto my biceps, and the way that she withered beneath me was the stuff of dreams. She was so damn petite and feminine, and being on top of her, pleasuring her, made me feel like a goddamn king.
I was also losing it. My bare cock in her tight pussy was almost too much to bear.
I’d never felt the direct heat of a woman like this, and I was man enough to admit that my wife’s cunt was scrambling my brain in a way that I’d never thought possible.
I wasn’t the type of man that got pussy whipped, yet here we were, the force of my thrusts causing Capri to cry out breathlessly.
“Such a fucking good girl for me,” I groaned as her fingers dug into my arms. “You take that dick so fucking good.”
“Ares, don’t stop...” she panted desperately. “God, please don’t stop...”
“You want to cum?” I taunted. “Does your pretty pussy need to cum again?”
“Yes...” she cried out, her pride no longer front and center. “God, yes...”
Needing to make my point, instead of switching positions and letting her ride me to control her orgasm, I braced my weight on one arm, then reached back, hooking her left leg around the crook of my elbow, opening her up wider, ready to show her who she belonged to, and who she would always fucking belong to.
“Hang on, baby,” I told her. “I’m about to fuck you so hard that your neighbors are going to call the police.”
With her leg secured firmly around my arm, I held Capri in place as I began railing the fuck out of her, my cock bottoming out with each thrust. While we were both moaning with the abuse, we were still pushing for more, our need for each other turning into a frenzy.
A sheen of sweat was beginning to coat our skin, and if I wasn’t so hungry for her, I’d take the time to lick the slickness of her skin.
I wanted to taste my wife every-fucking-where, and before the night was over, I was going to.
“Ares...Oh, Christ...Ares...” she gasped before turning her head into one of the decorative pillows that occupied her couch.
“That’s it,” I practically snarled, my thrusts even harder, hitting her deeper inside. “Scream for me. Let me hear how much you love this cock.”
With her face in the pillow, Capri was a muffled mess, but I didn’t need to hear her approval to know that she was just as lost as I was.
With the way that I felt about her right now, I was never going to be able to fuck her enough, but I sure as fuck was going to try, and I could only hope that she felt the same way about me.
“Cum for me, baby,” I ordered. “Give me one more, so that I can cum deep in your pussy.”
At that, her head jerked from the pillow, her blue eyes blazing up at me. “I’m...Ares, no...I’m not on birth control...I use...I use condoms.”
I lost it.
The primal need to own her completely took over, and I fucked into her harder, ignoring her concerns about protection. I’d never given kids any serious thought before now, but like I’d said earlier, my life before this day felt like a distant memory, nothing mattering anymore but my wife.
“Oh, God...” she cried out as her pussy clamped down on my cock, her release making her sweat, my hips crashing against her with the force of a million-man army. “Ares...oh, God...oh, God...”
“Capri,” I grunted as I followed right after her, ropes and ropes of my cum flooding her womb, not caring how mad she might be later. “Fuck, baby.”
Though I felt as if I’d just run a marathon, instead of collapsing on her small frame, I moved lower, resting my head on her chest, letting her legs carry the bulk of my weight.
We were both spent, our harsh breathing filling the room, but I also wasn’t done with her.
As soon as I was ready, I was going to carry her to her bedroom, then pick up from where we’d left off.
“You’re lucky that I just finished my period last week,” she said.
“I don’t have a problem with you getting pregnant,” I informed her right before I placed a kiss on her left breast.
“Well, while I imagine that you’re used to getting your way all the time, I’ll be making an appointment for birth control as soon as I can,” she huffed, but she didn’t sound enraged, so I was okay with that.
“Do whatever you need to, baby,” I told her. “Just know that I’m not suiting up when you’re my wife.”
“We’ll see,” she challenged, reminding me why she was the one.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, I asked, “So, you went to USC, huh?”
My head moved as Capri let out a deep breath. “No,” she answered. “It’s an old shirt that one of my ex-boyfriends left behind. I used to wear it all the time, so I kept it because it’s comfortable as hell.”
It shouldn’t have mattered.
I mean, it wasn’t as if I didn’t have a past myself.
Right?
I lifted my head to see Capri resting with her eyes closed, and even though her tits were an immediate distraction, I was too affected by what she’d just said to let it go.
So, instead of carrying her to the bedroom, I got up, reached for her shirt on the floor, then tore that motherfucker to shreds, the sound of ripping fabric echoing all throughout the room.
“Ares, what the hell?” she screeched as she sat up from the couch.
“The fuck you’re going to be wearing some other man’s clothes,” I told her, making sure that the shirt was unsalvageable.
“Are you insane?” Staring at the rags in my hands, her eyes were as wide as saucers.
“You’re more than welcomed to any of my shirts,” I told her. “You’ll look good in Harvard colors.”
“You are out of your goddamn mind, Ares Cormac,” she said, and she was probably right.