Chapter 20 #2
“I don’t want one,” Martine says softly, and I reach out for her throat, pulling her towards me before I register what I’m doing.
I pull us both down into a chair at the kitchen table, positioning her so she’s straddling my lap, and then I shove the coat from her shoulders until it falls to the floor.
“I’ll never ask for permission to use this pussy. To take what's mine.” I nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “I’ll never allow you out of my sight.”
She hums as I lick up her neck, positioning my hand at the bottom of her throat and looping a finger under the collar of emeralds weighing her down at the base of her neck.
I look at her face: those high cheekbones, the small spatter of freckles on her nose. The subtle difference in her hair, where it's a shade lighter near her face, lends her flushed cheeks an ethereal glow.
“You’ll be my perfect, well-behaved fucktoy of a wife, whenever I want you. Won't you, darling?” I ask with a tug to the emeralds at her neck, bringing her lips to mine.
She moans into my lips as I suck hers between my own. So perfect. She tastes like tears. I love how her delicate frame rests on mine, and even though she’s relatively tall, she’s still so petite against my height.
“I won't tell you I love you,” I say harshly, pressing my lips against hers, and back up a bit, wanting to see her face.
Pleased to see the tears spring back into her eyes. I live off of watching her break so that I can put the pieces together again. Her lower lip trembles, and it takes everything in me not to bite it back between my teeth. I have to say this now.
“I will tell you that there is no corner in your mind that will ever be free of me. I can dedicate to you, darling wife…” I grunt as I hold her hard at the neck by her collar and use my other hand to lift her out of the sweater and I gave her.
She knows what I want and wiggles against me—my good girl.
Pulling my pants down, I don’t waste time rutting up into her dripping core, letting out a deep breath at how good it feels to be back inside of my pussy.
“What I can tell you—” I fuck into her from below, watching a tear fall down her blushed cheek. I thrust into her slowly while looking deep into her eyes.
I can’t help myself. I let a small moan out at how tightly she's gripping my shaft. A goddamn dream every time I slide into her.
My balls tighten almost immediately.
I have to hold us still for a moment, and I bring both of my hands to her face. Leaning my forehead against hers as my cock pulses inside of her.
For a minute, I just stare at her, still owing her the second half of my confession. Still willing myself to let it out.
“Hayden,” she whimpers, trying to grind on my shaft.
“It’s okay, darling, I know,” I soothe, understanding the ache she feels. I feel it too. Her chest is heaving, and she licks her lips. Eyes wet with unshed tears.
I throb inside her again. Wondering if maybe I could just cum in her without moving at all.
“What I can tell you,” I try again, “is that there will never be a moment when I won't own you completely. Where I won't occupy every fucking inch of your mind, your body, your fucking soul.” I begin moving again. Grinding my cock up and deep inside of her.
I thrust on my final words to drive them home, wanting to fill her up as she fills me. “I will take away every piece of your goddamn being, just like you’ve taken mine.”
“Fuuuuuuck, Hayden,” She cries out, pulsing on my cock. My darling likes my words, and she responds perfectly, grinding on my dick, her hands grabbing at my t-shirt to pull me closer. To draw my lips to hers.
This is what I meant. That little fight where she tries to top from the bottom. When she tries to pull me closer, even when I’m out for blood, when I’m destined to destroy her, her lips find mine as she rubs her juicy tits on my chest, making me increase my pace.
We fuck each other like it's something as vital to survival as breathing. I thrust deep inside of her, and she matches my thrusts with her breathy little moans.
It’s a push and a pull, and while I’m still the lead, she’s taking more from me than she’ll ever understand.
She rocks back and forth as best she can on my cock, and I praise her for it, knowing that for everything I’ve put her through recently, my wife deserves some fun.
“I love you, Hayden.” She cries out into my mouth, coming again on my cock as I refuse to relent on my consistent thrusts.
It should feel freeing to hear her say that. Instead, it feels like damnation.
“I know, Darling, I know,” I lean forward to kiss her deeply until she tries to push away from me. Trying to get off my lap from how relentlessly I’m pounding into her. Her thighs are shaking and she’s gasping for breath.
Up and up, I push into her. Never letting my reverent hold on her face go. Trying to keep her eyes on mine as I fuck her through another orgasm.
“That’s it, darling, cover me in cum,” I grunt, feeling her slippery mess fall down my shaft.
I’ve always had a thick cock. The kind that makes women suck in a breath when they first see it. It puts apprehension on even the most seasoned tease, but my cockhungry little whore of a wife doesn’t bat an eyelash. She just begs me to fill her to the hilt.
I continue pounding her through her orgasm, not planning on letting up any time soon. She tries to push against me, but I’m not having it.
“Don’t you dare try and hop off my cock,” I growl, removing one of my hands from her face to slam her hip down. She grinds back into me, returning to her pace of meeting my thrusts, eager to use my cock again after trying to run away from her orgasm only moments ago.
“There’s my greedy girl,” I praise. She whimpers and continues to moan endlessly as she thrusts down on my cock.
Sucking in a deep breath, I slow down a bit and let her catch her own as well. Rocking into her at a gentler pace and memorizing the tears in her eyes against the dark brown of them. I let her gasp in some air as she stares at me, dazed by her orgasms and the intensity of my words.
“That’s it, darling, ride my cock like the greedy whore you are.”
I can see it. She’s trying to keep grinding down on me, but she’s losing steam. Her head keeps falling forward, and her thighs are shaking with such force that I can’t tell when her last orgasm ended, if it ever did.
“You’re such a good girl, I’m going to give you every single orgasm your greedy pussy wants,” I press a kiss to her lips. They’re wet with her tears, but I don’t care. I prefer her like this.
Her head keeps lolling forward, and I don’t like it. I want her eyes on me, focused.
I slap her across the cheek, sharp and fast. The sound cracks throughout the room, her head whipping to the side. “I want your eyes on me while I fuck my pussy.”
Her head lolls, and she sniffs. I pinch her cheeks, making her head snap up. All she can do is moan, her eyes heavy. The lack of sleep is taking its toll on her. It’s been such a long twenty-four hours. She’s rolling her hips over me, or trying her best at least. Fucking me into her stupor.
My favorite is when her resilience fades, and she’s reduced to nothing but a beautiful woman who just wants to please me. She doesn’t need anything else. I provide her with everything at her fingertips in exchange for her unwavering dedication to my altar.
“No, no darling, c’mon,” I coax as I thrust deep inside of her, “Look right here. Look into my eyes,” I push up, trying to get the head of my cock against that part of her walls that makes her mewl like a fucking cat.
Tracing my fingertips down the side of her cheek and giving her another quick slap until her eyes find mine, “I know you can do it, I’m right here, baby. ”
Through her tears, I can see her spirit trying; it’s her body that’s failing her. She’s so lost to the moment, lost to the orgasms that she’s struggling to hold her body up. Her hips are trying to match my thrusts, but her thighs are quivering as she finds another release.
“Ahhhhhhhhhgh," she screams out, drenching us all over again in a stream of clear fluid. Her eyes are out of focus, but I know I can get one more out of her. She’ll do that for me. She tries to lift up and off, her swollen hole too sensitive to the touch.
I pinch her cheeks between my hands harder, forcing her to look at me a final time.
To keep eye contact as I guide her hips up and down, fucking up and into her from below.
I know she can give me one more, and she deserves another.
I put her through too much today. My darling deserves to pass out from the release.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. I know, I know it’s overwhelming, darling,” I keep fucking in and out of her, looking down to where we meet to see a glaze of white cum covering my dick. I get even harder looking down at it.
Maybe I won't stop after she falls asleep. It’s much more fulfilling to watch my wife orgasm in her sleep than it is to chase my release.
I lift her head in my hand, smashing her cheeks as I hold her head up and steady. She's rocking back and forth on top of me in response. The pain wakes her up. All she wants is to please me.
I lift her a bit with my forearm, palming the whole of her ass in my hand as the other remains on her face. I reach down to grab some of her cream off of my dick to smear it along her back hole.
“I want you to remind me,” I thrust, tracing my fingers along her asshole, wanting to slip a finger in, to work in and out of both of her holes at the same pace. “Why does your pussy belong to me?”
“Mmmmmmm,” she moans. Struggling to find her words. “I c-caaan’t take any moooooore…"
“C’mon, baby,” I surprise even myself at the pet name, wanting to hear her words for me desperately.
She only moans.
“Martine,” I snap, working my finger in and out of her ass in time with the rhythm of how I’m fucking her drenched cunt. “I won't ask again.”
“God,” She whimpers, “Oh my god, oh my goooooood,” she screams, “because you’re my husband!”