Chapter Sixteen #2
Cock jutting out before me, so hard from the view of seeing my dark angel bound with red handprints on her ass, pink pussy puffy and creaming, hair a mess and mouth gagged.
I notch myself at her sopping wet entrance and plunge every fucking centimeter of my dick into her grasping, velvet heat stretching around my girth until I hit a wall.
Through clenched teeth I groan involuntarily, the sound a growl that's been ripped from my chest. I stiffen as she screams into her gag and I refuse to move.
An unbearable raw sensation courses through my body silencing everything but the beast inside.
Rut. Feast. Take. Claim.
She tries; oh, my siren tries to move but I clamp my hands on her fleshy hips and grip so tight my nails bite into her skin so deep, her flesh dimples around it.
I love her remorselessly. “No. Siren. You were already bad. Do not make this worse.” I warn her.
In this position, she’s nothing more than an available hole for me to fuck.
To use and abuse as I see fit. All terms she enthusiastically agreed to prior. My perfect wife.
I drag my hips back and push forward roughly until I disappear into her completely and my balls hit her clit.
I keep my eyes on the view of that sensitive pink skin gripping me on every draw back, the white stripe of her cream already accumulating at the base of my shaft and fuck, fuck, fuck into her, smacking her ass with each thrust, raking my nails down her back, shoving my thumbs into the small dimples in her lower spine and
Rut. Rut. Rut.
Her cries turn into sweet, broken, breathless mews, causing shivers to race between my shoulder blades and down my spine, licking at my balls like flickering flames.
“Do you deserve to come?” I rasp.
She shakes her head.
“Then why is your pussy trying to milk me?” I chide, delivering another blow to her already reddened cheeks, so warm to the touch.
She lets out a muffled, tortured wail and I bury myself over and over to the hilt, groaning with every precise, pump of my hips, dragging my cock back slowly just to watch the way her pussy grips me so fucking tight.
I feel the pulsating of her cunt and I pull the plug in and out of her asshole, teasing, edging, torturing.
She takes it so beautifully, doing her best to stay as utterly still as she can which makes her tremble.
She sobs when I withdraw, smacking her ass harder than before. Sweat drips down my body and I flip her onto her back and lean her on the pillows.
My fucking god.
What a fucking vision.
Bound and gagged and mine.
So very, very mine.
I position myself at her abused hole and grab the headframe.
“FUCK.” I let that primal rhythm take over and rut into my wife’s hot cunt molding to every single one of my thrusts, clinging to my shaft as my heavy balls slap against her asshole.
I pull out just to feel the searing heat of her until the puffy lips of her cunt are pressed against the base of my cock so ready to erupt and fill her.
“There you fucking go, Siren. Oh, fuuuck. Christ.” I growl, “Take my fucking dick like the filthy fucking slut you are, wife. That’s it.
Fucking swallow my cock whole.” My thrusts become relentless as her broken mews turn into animalistic moans, begging me for more, for me not to stop.
“Fuck that’s it. God, yes. Fuck.” I don’t let go of the headboard as she clenches around me so tight, pulses gripping and screams into her gag.
My body is no longer mine. My vision blurs, all the heat and pressure at the base of my spine is primally destined to spill into her with every unrelenting punch of my hips and I come with a roar so visceral I shake. “FUCK.” thrust “YES.” thrust “RAVEN.”
I tip my forehead to the headboard as I collect myself, cock still throbbing in the aftermath of this earth-shattering orgasm.
Sweating, panting, I lean back on my heels and begin to untie my wife without withdrawing from her body.
I massage her feet, her ankles, her calves, then her fingers, hands, and wrists.
Finally, I reach to grab a tissue from the nightstand and wipe her nose then remove the gag.
Raven’s warm hands slide up my still slick body until they land on my chest. She traces the tattoo I have of her on my left pec.
Her still glistening caramel eyes find mine.
For the first time, I can’t stand the sight of them because they look up at me with such love.
Such adoration and my heart fills with a type of ecstasy only found in drugs.
Her hand moves to the nape of my neck and she pulls me down.
I cover her mouth with mine, cock slowly hardening inside of her again.
She gently rocks her hips, and shudders beneath me.
“Raven,” I croak, feeling undeserving of her kindness. But I am a selfish, greedy man. I am a slave to her heart. To her love. And I’ll take every ounce she gives me.
“Is like th-this okay?” She whispers and I nod.
She places sweet, deliberate kisses to the corners of my lips, my chin, and pulls away.
The hand on the nape of my neck keeps me where I am, her other one goes just below my ear, and her thumb tenderly swipes under my cheek’s bone, back and forth. “I love you, Maverick.”
Heart stammering between my lungs I rasp out, “I love you, Raven.”
My wife hums in small delight, nipping at my lips, never tearing away from my gaze.
For the first time since our time in a dank library basement, I allow her to take control as she makes love to me.
The sweetest praises fall from her lips, but I feel her fingertips delicately sign against my skin those same validating words of want, need, and love. And I somehow fall harder for her.