Chapter 15 #3
I arch back and pull his hand out before slipping to the side.
I pull off my panties as he watches, licking the finger he had inside of me.
Oh my god, it’s so filthy, and I love it.
When I’m naked, I pull off his boxer briefs, and then I straddle him.
My bare pussy presses against his enormous cock, my lips spread.
His tip’s inches from my aching entrance, and I want to slip him inside so badly, but I’ve never done this before. I’m going on pure instinct right now.
“How… how do I…”
He sits up, hands holding my ass. He kisses me hard, needy and hungry. “Are you sure?”
“Yes… I’m sure, but I’ve never…”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Nika.”
I let out a soft whimper and move my hips, grinding on his shaft again. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Tell me you want to give yourself to me. Tell me you need me inside of you.”
“I need it, Gabe. Please, I want you inside me.”
His fist pulls my hair and his mouth kisses my neck. I let out a desperate moan. “I’m going to fuck you, Nika, nice and slow at first. You’re mine now, do you understand that? You’re my wife… and your pussy is mine… and I’m going to fill you until I’ve lost myself.”
“Keep going,” I whisper, dying with how badly I need him.
He holds onto my hips and positions me. His hand holds his cock as he moves his tip up and down, getting himself wet, until he finds the right spot…
I arch and he slips inside.
Pleasure and pain. A sharp pinch as I’m stretched. I moan, shuddering with shock. It hurts, but there’s also a strange, animal part of me that likes it.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, going slow. “Don’t worry. Your pace.”
“I’m okay.” I bite my lip hard and go down deeper. “You’re just… big.”
“Take as much as you can handle.”
I kiss him hard. His arms wrap around me tightly. I ease down, slide back up, ease down again, over and over, until he’s filling me to the brim.
It still hurts… but it also feels good.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs as I grind faster. I love the feeling of him inside of me, it’s like being broken over and over again, shattered and destroyed, ruined by pleasure. “Move your hips. Fuck, you feel so good, so fucking wet and tight.”
“You like me? This feels good?”
He meets my eyes with pure, dripping lust. “It feels fucking incredible.”
We fuck like that, rocking against each other, and the pain fades.
It doesn’t go away, I doubt it will this first time, but that doesn’t matter.
I ride him, focusing on his hands, his mouth sucking my tits, his groans of bliss, and I feel a dull glow building in my core.
I move faster, grinding harder, clit scraping against him with each delicious thrust. I push him down and arch my back, fully in control, until he rolls me over and my legs wrap around his hips.
“Keep going,” I beg as he thrusts, filling me with slow and deep strokes. “Oh my god please keep going.”
“I can’t control myself much longer, Nika, you feel so fucking good.
” The tremble in his voice destroys me. I gasp, arching, as he fills me faster, and the orgasm slams into my mind.
I shatter, breaking, cracking into tiny shards as he groans and shudders, thrusting again and again, one hand on my breasts and the other in my hair.
I feel him finish, warm and overwhelming between my legs, and he slams his mouth down onto mine in a hungry moan right down my throat.
He stays close to me. His arms wrapped around me. I watch the wall, heart rate steadying. Black spots dance at the edge of my vision. “I nearly passed out,” I say with a soft laugh. “Does that… happen?”
“Sometimes. If it’s really good.” He kisses my shoulder, hands exploring my body. “It’ll get easier.”
“It hurt,” I admit, turning to face him. I touch his cheek. “But you were gentle.”
“I did my best.” He’s smiling and leans in to kiss me. “It wasn’t easy.”
“But it was… I mean, I was…” I look away, feeling exposed all of a sudden. I’ve never done that before and I have no clue if I did something wrong. What if I embarrassed myself? Said something weird? Moved my body in an ugly way or looked gross?
He pulls my face back firmly. “You were perfect.”
“Come on.”
“No, Nika. I mean it. You are beautiful and you were perfect.”
I can’t help the warm flush that rushes through me. I bury my face in his chest and he holds me tight. “So you’re saying I can’t learn a thing?”
“Well, if you want to learn—“ He squeezes my ass roughly. “There are some things you might like.”
“Yeah? Really?” A thrill runs down my spine—but then I feel the ache between my legs. “Maybe another time. I think I’ve had enough for a while.”
“Not too long.” He palms my ass and pats it lovingly. “I’m not a patient man.”
I smile to myself. What the hell is happening? I lost my virginity to my husband, a man who pretends like I mean nothing to him, a man I married purely to save my own life, and now it’s like we’re building something. Like this isn’t as fake as it started.
And that scares me.
Because despite everything, our fundamental deal hasn’t changed. We can fuck all we like, but I’m still the money, and he’s still trying to become the Dragon.
What happens when he gets what he wants?
Where will that leave me?
I push the worries away. The night is still warm, but when I get up to use the bathroom, the air conditioner kicks on. I laugh, hugging myself. “Well, at least one thing went right tonight,” I say, teasing, and he laughs back.