Vitali
Her pretty cunt is already dripping wet with need and arousal.
My little virgin bride has developed a strong desire for my cock and I desperately want to accommodate her.
Surely the fact that she is ovulating is extenuating circumstances?
It won’t be a breach of the contract if she wants it, and if it’s what gets her pregnant.
This isn’t how I thought I would be making a baby. Contracts and arrangements and a temporary wife. I also didn’t expect to want her so fucking much that my balls ache with the need to empty into her constantly. I’ve never been particularly insatiable when it comes to sex. What’s the fucking point?
But with her… I don’t know. None of it makes the slightest bit of sense. But the moment I opened my eyes in the shower and saw the way she was looking at me, all shock and surprise and fucking need…
My mouth is on her as soon as I move the warm cloth away. Her pussy lips are swollen, a little bruised. When I spread her lips I can see the bright redness of her virginity being torn apart last night.
“Are you sure you can handle this right now?” I ask, but I don’t know how I’d stop if she said to.
“Yes, Vitali, I can handle it.” She looks down at me through those thick lashes and I’m done for. I know it in every fibre of my being.
Then it’s like all holy hell is let loose in this office.
My mouth is on her instantly, my tongue probing at her entrance carefully. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more, and fuck if that doesn't shatter the last thread of my restraint.
Charlotte, sweet and innocent, grinds against my mouth like she's starving for it, her hips bucking in desperate, uneven rhythms. The taste of her floods me, sweet and salty, mixed with the faint tang of last night's claim.
She's still swollen, still tender from how I stretched her open, but she's soaking, dripping down my chin, and the way she moans my name…
It's a goddamn siren call I can't ignore.
I growl against her core, the vibration making her thighs quake around my ears. My tongue delves deeper, lapping at her entrance, circling her clit with the flat of it until she's writhing, her breaths coming in sharp, needy gasps. "Vitali... please..."
Please what? Please stop? No, not with the way she's holding me there, her fingers digging into my scalp like she'll die if I pull away.
I slide two fingers inside her, careful at first, testing the slick heat, and she clenches around them instantly so tight it makes my cock throb painfully against my trousers.
She's ready. More than ready. Ovulating, she said.
Begging for me to fill her, to breed her like the contract demands, but this isn't about the fucking contract anymore.
This is about her. About us. About the way she makes me feel alive in a way I never have before.
I stand abruptly, throwing the compress aside, my hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave fresh marks. She yelps, but it's not pain, it's surprise laced with want. Her eyes are wide and hazy, locked on mine.
I sweep my arm across the desk, sending papers, pens, my goddamn laptop crashing to the floor in a chaotic scatter.
Reckless. Stupid. I don't care. I lift her by the hips like she weighs nothing, positioning her ass exactly where I need her on the edge of the polished wood, her legs dangling, spread wide for me.
Her cunt is glistening, glittering just for me, and fuck if that doesn’t send another wave of obsession through me.
"Charlotte," I rasp, my voice barely human as I fumble with my belt, yanking my zipper down. My cock springs free, heavy and aching, the head already slick with pre-cum. "You want this? You want me to fuck you right here, fill you up until you're dripping with me?"
"Yes," she breathes, her hands reaching for me, tugging at my shirt like she needs to feel my skin. "God, yes. Please, Vitali... I need your thick cum inside me. Get me pregnant."
Those words…fuck, those words hit me like a punch to the gut. Dirty talk from her pretty mouth, begging for it. It's filthy, primal, and it sets something off in me that's never been there with anyone else.
Sex has always been mechanical, a release, nothing more.
But with her? It's fire. It's obsession.
I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand against the desk, my other guiding my cock to her entrance.
She's so wet, so ready, that the head slips in easy, but the stretch…
Christ, the stretch makes her gasp, her body arching up.
I thrust forward in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
She cries out, her walls clamping down like a vice, and the sensation explodes through me.
Tingling races up my shaft, electric and hot, like sparks igniting along every nerve.
It's only ever been like this with her. This raw, overwhelming rush that makes my vision blur at the edges.
I pull back slow, feeling the drag of her tightness, then slam in again, harder, the desk creaking under the force.
She screams and I wait a beat. When she opens her eyes with that pleading look and says, “Don’t stop, fuck me through the pain,” and the “please,” stretching on a long trembling whine… I’m gone.
Something inside me snaps, releasing a part of me I have never known. A demon? A monster? The devil himself?
No, I already know I’m those things… this is something else. Something larger and insatiable and desperate to fuck my wife mercilessly until we are both broken.
"Fuck, you're perfect," I groan, my hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm. Each thrust sends zaps of pleasure shooting through the base of my spine, coiling there like lightning ready to strike.
My balls tighten, lifting with every deep plunge into her soft, tight depth, the pressure building fast, too fast. She's so slick, so hot inside, her body milking me like it was made for this, for taking my cock, my cum, for swelling with my child.
"Going to fill you up, malyshka. Pump you full of my hot cum until it takes. You want that? You want my baby growing in you?" My words are rasps through clenched teeth.
"Yes!" she sobs, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper. "Please, Vitali... come inside me. Breed me with your cum."
Her begging undoes me. I release her wrists, my hands gripping her hips instead, yanking her into every thrust. The desk rattles, objects clattering to the floor, but I don't give a shit. The world could burn and I wouldn't stop.
The tingling intensifies, spreading from my shaft to my balls as they throb painfully, that electric buzz in my back turning into a full storm that shoots up my spine.
It's never felt like this. Never this intense, this all-consuming. With her, it's like my body recognizes its purpose, like every cell is screaming to claim her, to mark her from the inside out.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, our teeth clashing as I drive into her faster, reckless and wild.
She moans into my mouth, her nails raking down my back through my shirt, and that's it, the spark ignites.
My balls draw up tight, the pressure snapping like a wire.
I thrust deep one last time, burying myself as far as I can go, and roar her name as I come.
Hot pulses flood her, wave after wave, the release so intense it borders on black out, electric shocks rippling through my body making me spasm.
She clenches around me as her eyes go wide and her mouth opens in a silent ‘O’. Then her own orgasm hits and she milks every drop of my cum, and fuck, it's perfect. She's perfect.
I collapse over her, bracing on my elbows to keep from crushing her, our breaths mingling in harsh pants. My cock twitches inside her, still spilling the last drops, and I press my forehead to hers, unwilling to pull out yet. Unwilling to let this end.
"You're mine," I murmur, voice wrecked. "Not just for fifteen months. Mine."
She doesn't argue. Just smiles, soft and sated, her fingers tracing my jaw. And in that moment, I know the truth: the contract was a lie from the start. I won't let her go. Not ever.