Chapter 37 #3
“No.” I pump my fist, watching his face. “I’m not giving up.”
A sound rips from his throat. “Christ.”
He snatches my wrist hard, locking it in place.
“I’ll get on my knees right fucking now,” he growls.
“I’ll shove my face between your legs and tongue-fuck that sloppy wet cunt - lapping at your juices, sucking your fat clit while I ram two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your pulsing hole.
I’ll finger-bang you mercilessly until you’re screaming, creaming all over my tongue and fingers like the desperate little slut you are. ”
I wrench my hand back. “Stop offering me scraps.”
“Just hear me out…” He zips up, and I watch him retreat.
“Enough.” I cross my arms tight over my chest, glaring at him.
“I’m sick of this shit. Bend me over this fucking desk right now and fuck me raw.
Slam that thick cock into my dripping pussy and pound me until I forget my own goddamn name.
Not that gentle ‘eat me out like I’m made of glass’ bullshit. I want to be fucked hard.”
He drags his hand down his face. “How many times do we have to have this conversation?”
“You made a decision without me.” Heat floods my face. “I didn’t agree to celibacy. I agreed to marriage. To having your child. Not to being rejected every night.”
“I’m trying to protect you…” His voice rises to match mine.
“By rejecting me? By making me feel unwanted?” My voice cracks. “Great protection.”
“I’m trying to stop myself from hurting you!” His voice explodes. “I’m rough with you and I know I’ll lose control. What if….. what if I hurt you?”
“I’m not fragile!” I step toward him.
“You’re carrying my child!” He steps closer, his eyes wild. “Do you know what it would do to me if something happened? If I caused you to lose the baby because I couldn’t control myself?”
“That’s not going to happen…” I start.
“You can’t guarantee that.” His eyes are desperate.
“I had a full exam!” I’m grasping at straws. “Everything is normal!”
“She said no strenuous activity.” His voice hardens. “Have you forgotten how we fuck? Sex with me is not light activity, Vedma.”
“So what? You’re just never going to fuck me again? For the entire pregnancy?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth…” He holds up a hand.
“So tell me when!” I’m shouting. “What’s the magic moment when I’m allowed to have my husband back?”
“Stop exaggerating…” He turns away.
“I’m not exaggerating! You’re the one who won’t touch his own wife!”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not this conversation again.”
“I’ll keep bringing it up until you listen!” My chest heaves.
“This is hard for me too…” He reaches for me.
“Then prove it!” I step into his space. “Stop talking and actually touch me!”
The muscle in his jaw ticks. His pupils blow wide, swallowing the brown. “Careful what you ask for, Vedma.” His voice drops an octave. “You might not like what you get.”
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls, forcing my head back at a painful angle. A sharp sound escapes me. “You want to be fucked?” His breath is hot against my exposed throat. “I’m going to ruin you.”
In one fluid motion, he spins me and forces me over the desk. My pants get yanked to my ankles, and his hand cracks against my exposed ass with a resounding smack. “You wanted my attention?” His hand comes down again. “Here it is, Vedma. Let’s see if you can actually handle it.”
Another hard slap lands on my ass, then another, the burn blooming hot across my skin. His belt hits the ground, and the next thing I hear is the sound of his zipper loosening. I’m anticipating his touch. Then his cock, hot and insistent, pushes against my wetness.
“Just give me a second…” I attempt. He sheathes himself to the hilt in one savage motion. I cry out at the sudden stretch, my body struggling to accommodate him. It’s been three weeks, and he’s not gentle at all.
“What’s wrong, Vedma?” He wrenches my head back. “Having second thoughts?” His hips snap against mine brutally, fucking me into the desk with each impact. My carefully arranged photos go flying.
But after a few deep thrusts, he suddenly pulls out, spins me around to face him, and lifts me slightly so my ass is perched on the edge of the desk.
“Put your leg on my shoulder,” he growls, his voice rough with need.
He grabs my leg himself, wrenches it up onto his shoulder in one brutal movement.
The stretch burns through my hip as I’m forced into a split, my other foot barely reaching the ground.
My pussy is laid bare for him, soaked and swollen, my tits bouncing with each breath.
“Alexei…”
He lines himself up and slams back inside in one vicious stroke, burying himself to the hilt in this new, deeper angle. I scream. The stretch is intense - his cock hits so much deeper like this, reaching places that make my vision blur.
He pounds his cock into me with machine-like precision. Every thrust of his cock jolts through me, making my tits shake. My leg quivers uncontrollably on his shoulder, the obscene sounds of him fucking my pussy loud in the small room.
“Oh God…” My pussy spasms around his cock, gripping him tight.
“That’s my girl.” He pushes my leg higher, opening me wider for his cock.
“Fuck… listen to how greedy and sloppy your pretty little pussy is for me. Dripping and creaming all over my cock like you can’t get enough.
This is what my good wife has been aching for, isn’t it?
Getting stretched open and fucked senseless just the way you need it. ”
Each thrust of his cock makes me see stars.
He pulls back slightly, then brings his palm down in a sharp, wet slap directly against my exposed pussy.
The impact stings my swollen clit and puffy lips, sending a jolt straight through me.
I cry out instantly. Another hard slap lands directly on my swollen pussy, the wet smack echoing as my whole body jerks.
He leans in closer, voice low and rough with lust. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I fuck this pretty pussy rough and slap it until it’s dripping even more for me? That’s my good wife… getting so wet and sloppy every time I treat her like this.”
“God…yes…harder!” I don’t recognize my own voice.
Alexei pushes my leg toward my chest, bending me nearly in half. His cock grinds against my clit with every thrust, and he rips my shirt up to expose my swollen tits. His hand comes down on my breast with a sharp crack. My tit bounces from the force. He hits the other one, watching them sway.
“Fuck, look at those tits bounce, Vedma…” Another slap, then he palms them, rolling the nipples between his fingers. “…while I fuck this cunt raw and make you take every inch until you’re crying for me to stop…and then I’ll keep going. You’re such a dirty girl, Vedma.”
The combination of his cock in my pussy and his hand on my tits has me moaning uncontrollably, my leg trembling.
“You’ve been such a fucking brat,” he snarls in my ear, teeth scraping my neck.
“Always whining, always pushing back, never goddamn satisfied. Is this what you needed, Vedma? My cock wrecking this cunt while I turn these tits red?”
Another sharp pussy slap lands right on my clit mid-thrust, making me clench and gush around him. His fingers wrap around my throat as he fucks me, squeezing while he slaps my bouncing tits and wet pussy.
“I’ve been so fucking gentle.” He slams into me, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt again.
His hand comes down hard on my breast, the impact sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through my chest. “And you’ve hated every second of it.
I think what you need is that attitude fucked right out of you—maybe then you’ll behave. ”
“No…” I gasp out.
“You want it rough?” He growls, slamming into me harder.
“Baby, I’m about to recondition this greedy little cunt so fucking thoroughly that the second I say your name, your pussy will start dripping like a desperate whore in heat.
By the time I’m done with you, one sharp word from me and you’ll be soaking through your panties, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled like the well-trained fucktoy, for me—your husband. ”
“Fuck yes…please…” I sob. He trades my throat for my hips, yanking me down onto his cock with brutal, rhythmic strokes. I’m folded open, my leg hooked over his shoulder, and my tits flushed red from his slaps, pussy stinging and wet.
“Play with yourself,” he demands. “Rub that swollen clit and come on my cock.”
My fingers find my swollen clit. I’m so wet it’s obscene. A few circles and I’m coming hard, my pussy clamping down on his cock, the pain-pleasure overwhelming. He maintains his brutal pace, driving his cock into my spasming pussy, his hand coming down on my clit again and making me scream.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Now come for me again.”
“I can’t…it’s too…” I sob.
“You can.” His palm cracks down on my ass, then immediately slaps my tits again, the sting pushing me over. “You begged for this. Come on my cock again like the greedy slut you are.”
My fingers work my oversensitive clit, and the second orgasm slams into me. My leg shakes violently on his shoulder as I clench and gush around him, another pussy slap landing just as I peak.
Alexei groans, his rhythm faltering. He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty and throbbing.
In one smooth motion, he lifts me fully onto the desk, laying me back on the cool surface.
He positions himself between my legs, opens me up, and drags his tongue over my soaked pussy before sucking my swollen clit.
He plays with my tits roughly, tugging and rolling my nipples as he sucks me.
The pleasure is overwhelming. I arch off the desk, moaning loudly as he sucks and flicks my clit with relentless pressure, his fingers tugging my nipples until they’re aching.
Just as I start to tremble again, he rises up, kissing me deeply.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, letting me taste my own slick wetness all over his lips and tongue.