Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
Alejandro
When I wake up, Alana’s gorgeous body is pressed to my chest, and her beautiful round ass is nestled against my cock.
I glide my hand across her hip and onto her stomach, and she stirs in her sleep.
I woke her in the night to fuck her again, and she responded eagerly, desperate for me to fill her tight pussy again.
My shoulder stings from where she dug her nails in the fourth time I made her come.
I had no idea she was a virgin when I married her, but being the only man to ever be inside her awakened something inherently primal and possessive in me.
When I was fucking her, all I could think about was how much I needed to claim her for my own.
Her body is unbelievably responsive, molding to mine like we’ve known each other forever.
She’s so willing and eager too, and I’m going to enjoy teaching her every filthy way I like to fuck.
I was as gentle with her as I could be, but it isn’t something I’m used to, and once I was inside her tight little pussy, it was all I could do to resist nailing her into the mattress.
She got so fucking wet for me, and her cream tastes delicious. Sweet and salty and thick.
She’ll be sore this morning, but I’m going to fuck her again anyway, because my cock is already throbbing and feral to get inside her. I slip my hand between her thighs, and she moans and presses her ass back into me.
“Open your legs wider, princesa,” I growl in her ear. “I want my cock inside you now.”
She parts her thighs without hesitation, and my fingers slide easily through her wet center.
I toy with her clit for a while, teasing out her sweet little moans.
I need her soaking if she’s going to take me again this morning.
When she’s bucking her hips and pleading with me to fuck her, I push two fingers inside her.
“Alex,” she groans, and my cock throbs at the sound. Sometime last night, she started calling me Alex, and I fucking love it. Nobody has ever called me that, and nobody else ever will.
“Are you sore?” I take her earlobe between my teeth and tug.
“A little,” she breathes out the words. “But I’m okay.”
“That’s good to hear, because I wasn’t planning on leaving this bed without burying myself inside you again. And I hope you know that we are never using condoms. I never want anything between my cock and your cono.”
“Okay,” she whines as I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her. “But what did you mean last night about it not always being like this?”
“What?” I growl, nuzzling her neck.
“You said you were being gentle, and that it wouldn’t … Oh god.” She stops talking after I press on her clit with my thumb.
“I meant that I don’t usually do gentle. I like to fuck hard.”
“Then show me,” she begs.
“Careful what you ask for. Once I let go, I might not be able to hold back. I will nail you to this bed, and you will still feel me inside you for the rest of the week.”
“I want to. I can take it. Please, Alex. I want the real you.”
“The real me is a monster. You sure you want me to let him loose?”
She rocks her hips, riding my fingers. “Yes,” she pants, and now my cock is about to explode if I don’t get inside her.
I slip my fingers out to a whimper of protest, and then I roll her onto her front and pin her to the mattress using the weight of my body. With one hand, I hold her wrists above her head.
“Spread those legs wide for me,” I command.
She does as I instruct, and I reward her with a sharp slap on her perfect ass.
“Ow.” She wriggles, and I do the same again, enjoying seeing her creamy white skin turn pink in an instant.
I settle between her thighs, nudging her knees apart with mine while my cock is pressed against the seam of her ass.
Every muscle in her body tenses. Wanting to reassure her before I rut into her like an animal, I plant a kiss on her shoulder blade.
“I am going to fuck this ass—make no mistake about that. But not until you’re ready. ”
Her body relaxes beneath me, muscles softening while I shift my hips so that the crown of my cock is nudging at her pussy opening. “There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I’m going to teach you to enjoy both.” I slam into her, making her cry out and forcing her a few inches up the bed.
I rest my weight on her, effectively pinning her in place as I slam into her over and over again, pounding her pussy as hard as I’m able to. Her whimpers and groans spur me on, her pussy muscles squeezing me tighter as I bring her to the edge.
My wife enjoys being fucked hard—noted.
I drag my teeth along her neck and shoulders, and then I bite down. She screams my name as her orgasm finally hits. With a few more thrusts, my balls tighten, and I empty myself inside her.
Even when I’m done, I don’t slide out of her.
Her pussy is like a magnet to my cock. It won’t let me go.
I worm my free hand beneath her and find her swollen clit.
I massage it gently while I the suck the tender spot on her shoulder where I bit her.
A few moments later, her second orgasm hits like a freight train, and she shudders and bucks beneath me.
Her whole body trembles violently as I finally pull out of her.
“That, princesa, is how I like to fuck.” I release her hands and give her a final, hard slap on the ass before heading for the shower.
I don’t trust myself to stay in bed with her.
I can’t keep my hands off her, and I might give her the wrong idea about what this is between us.
This is about fucking, not about feelings and cuddling.
But if that’s true, why is it such a damn struggle to walk away from her?
I’m shrugging on my suit jacket when Alana walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She took a soak in the bath rather than a shower, and I’m aware that’s because she’s tender from the hammering I gave her virgin pussy.
Maybe I should feel ashamed or guilty about that, but I don’t. Not even a little. She’s my wife, and I claimed her for my own. Even if I die today, she will never be fucked again without remembering the feeling of my cock inside her.
She gazes up at me and bites down on her lip. This is new territory for both of us. I’m not entirely sure how to navigate this new dynamic in our relationship myself, but I do know that I have to remain in control of it.
“I have a new house rule,” I say, fastening my jacket.
“Oh? And what’s that?” Even when she’s nervous, she’s still feisty.
“When I’m here in the house with you, you are not to wear panties.”
Her cheeks flush pink and her mouth hangs open.
“Keep your mouth open like that, princesa, and you’ll be experiencing another first this morning, because I will fill it with something.”
“But Alejandro—”
“Alejandro? That’s not what you were calling me last night.” I cock an eyebrow. “What happened to Alex?”
Her blush deepens. “Alex,” she says softly, and it makes me smile. I really fucking like her calling me that. “There are times of the month when that’s just not practical.”
I grab her hips and pull her body flush to mine. Even after what we did last night and this morning, she’s still too embarrassed to talk openly about her own body.
“You can wear panties when you’re on your period. And now that we’re on the subject, how long do they usually last?”
“Three or four days.”
My hands wander to her ass, and her breath catches in her throat. “I want to make it clear right now that I am not in the slightest bit put off by a little blood, and I will be fucking you regardless of whether you’re bleeding.”
She blinks at me, confused or indignant, I can’t quite tell.
“There’s not a chance I’m going three to four days every month without being inside you. Understand?”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
“But that still doesn’t mean I can walk around here with no panties the rest of the time,” she insists.
Leaning down, I press my lips against her ear. “You can and you will. And if you disobey me, you will suffer the consequences.”
She squeezes her thighs together, and it stirs the possessive monster in me.
My wife might protest, but she has already proven that she enjoys being told what to do.
I consider bending her over the dresser and fucking her again before I leave, but she’s already tender and I have plans for her later.
I kiss her instead, and her body melts into mine. She snakes her arms around my neck, and my cock hardens in an instant. What was supposed to be a quick kiss on the lips turns into a long, deep tonguing that makes me want to carry her back to bed and take a sick day.
“I have to go.” I reluctantly pull away from her. “I’ll be home for dinner. And don’t forget my new rule.”
Her lips are red and swollen from my kiss, her damp curls all mussed up from my hand in her hair, and she looks fucking edible. “Yes, sir.” Despite the words, her tone drips with sass.
She’ll pay for that later.
She’ll also pay for the fact that I’m going to be hard all fucking day just thinking about her.
I knew this would happen. My little distraction has become even more alluring and overwhelming, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.