CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Griffin
A va whips her head over her shoulder. “That’s three words.”
“Deal with it.” I reach into my briefs. My eyes flutter at how hard I am and sensitive to the touch. “I’m already on edge. This won’t last long. If this is...” I stop. “Is this your first time?”
“Yeah,” she says sharply. “Happy?”
“Happy is too tame. There’s not a word to define how feral I am to fuck your virgin ass.”
I pop open the lube and then spread her ass cheeks, squeezing a bountiful load onto her precious hole.
Ava shivers. “That’s cold.”
I should have warned her, but I rub the lube into her entire hole. “Better?”
She moans instead of answering me.
“And don’t you ever wax this cunt or your ass.” I developed a kink for how she feels against my balls. It feels like I’m fucking a fur coat. “I love you natural, siren.”
“No arguments here,” she groans, giving in to the pleasure.
I keep stroking her hole, loving how the lube sparkles off the puckered ring of nerves. “Do you like this?” I whisper.
“It’s... It’s different.”
“Do. You. Like. It?” I push the tip of my finger inside her hole.
Ava mewls and hisses, her pussy soaking the back of my thighs.
“I thought so.” Wanting to give her more while restraining myself, I sink my finger fucking deep.
“Ah,” she sobs. “Griffin, oh God.”
Chuckling, I play with her ass, using that finger to stretch her. Her muscles go from contracting tightly to sucking my goddamn finger all the way inside, begging for another.
“I’m giving you more, siren.” I add a second finger. “I’ve got something more substantial dying to get inside this ass. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
She lifts her head from the sofa cushion and turns to me, biting her lip. “Oh, but you do.”
“Okay, you’re right. Because you can take pain. You can handle how brutal I am. And I love...” I choke up. I can’t tell her I love her while prepping to fuck her ass. But I’m losing my mind. “I love how this feels,” I say to cover myself.
She narrows her eyes at me, not buying it. She knows. She knows I’ve fallen for her. But she’s fallen for me, too.
“More fingers? Or do you want my cock?”
She grunts back into the seat cushion.
“A verbal consent please, wife.”
“If you don’t, I’ll scream.”
I lean forward and gently bite the shell of her ear. “Scream all you want, siren. The louder you are, the harder I’ll come in your ass.”
“Please,” she hums into the cushion.
“Well okay then.” As much as I want my cock buried inside her, I keep working my fingers, watching her squirm, loving the control. Once I’m balls deep, the room will start to spin and my single point of focus will be my dick straining her hole.
I use my other hand to push the dress up to see more of her skin, see the tingling of her spine as she shivers, wondering what’s next. How the friction will be mind-blowing and how she’ll lose control.
“Please, Griffin,” she hisses.
My cock pulses, hanging out of my briefs, precum dripping all over my thighs along with her juices.
“I have to be inside you. Feel that addictive poison from within. Make it burn. Hurt me.” I’m on the edge, lust slowly knocking out each sense.
I pull my fingers out and with that hand, I rub a generous amount of lube on my cock. Fisting it nearly makes me blow.
I grunt, “Jesus.”
I’ve been obsessed with her ass, rubbing my cock between her cheeks for months, wanting to claim that hole. With shaking hands, I nudge the crown against her entrance, slippery from the lube and throbbing for more.
Ava mewls, her legs shaking.
“That’s right, let your husband fuck your ass.” Inch by inch, I breach her final frontier. What she’s kept from all other men, and when I’m inside, I find out why.
Ava. Goes. Wild .
“God, this is the sexiest ass, taking me so well.” I’ve done this before, but this is so fucking different.
Sex in general with her blows away my past. She did that seven years ago, taking me like no other woman had. She fucked me boundless and unafraid, matching me thrust for thrust. Not shy about grunting and openly chasing her orgasms, telling me to fuck her harder.
Who does that?
This one does. My wife .
I thrust all the way into her tight asshole, breaking down her walls and finding out just how much she loves the brutal side of me.
“Oh God,” she yelps, sitting up on her forearms now, pushing back to feel more.
I grip her hips with sticky hands and hammer into her. She’s silky and tight at the same maddening time. I keep pumping, our eyes locking.
“You feel so fucking good.” I break first. “I knew you’d take my cock in your ass like this.”
“Don’t...stop.” Her head hangs between her shoulders.
She looks lost in pleasure, her voice close to sobbing. I can’t tell if it’s all too much for her. She’s so damn stubborn and will take me inch for painful inch just to make a point that she’s tough.
I’m reaching my limit, not sure if I can hold on. Or how much more I can take. In every fucking sense of the word when it comes to this woman.
“Rub your drenched clit. Make yourself come. I’m close.” I fuck her ass harder and faster, revving up for a fall over the edge that might kill me.
She cries out strangled whimpers of pleasure that are not helping my stamina. “God, I’m so wet.”
“This is one fucking mess, we’re making,” I moan while fucking her to the hilt and on an angle that is criminally deep.
I give her long strokes out and brutal thrusts in that fill her ass and make her scream into the sofa cushion. But she’s enjoying it, rubbing her swollen dripping clit, chasing her orgasm.
My head falls back when her ass contracts along with her pussy. Her walls pulse around my cock as her entire body trembles. More juices gush all over my legs.
My world tilts, and I fall over the edge. Greedy for one last blast, I sink deeper, pushing the limit until my release crashes into me like I’ve been slammed against a wall going one hundred miles an hour.
“Christ, it’s so good.” I come inside her ass, my cock filling her with my cum.
Breathless, I drop against her back, holding her waist.
I did this to break her, but she fucking broke me. I’m done. Hooked. She’s not leaving me. I won’t let her. I will build a cage if I have to, to keep her. Tie her up and fuck her every day until she gets the message.
She. Is. Mine.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I pant in her ear. “You were perfect, my love.”
I don’t care if my wife knows I love her. I’m tired of pretending I don’t.
I pull her chin toward me so I can kiss her. As I’m pulling out, she lets go of a long slow moan.
“Did I hurt you?” I stammer.
“Heh,” she cackles, trying to compose herself. “Not even close.”
“I guess next time I’ll have to go at you harder.” I flip her over, her dress a mess of silk between us. “I’ll fuck you like this, so I can watch your eyes roll in the back of your head.”
She locks her wrists around my neck and gives me a kiss that stops my heart.
“How much did you make that check out for, wife?”
“One hundred grand,” she says, getting her breath back.
“I’ll drop off a few grand more when we leave. We’ve ruined this sofa.”