Chapter 21 #3
I fuck her pussy, reveling in how she ripples around me. How she clenches down as if begging for more. Even how she floods me with her slick juices.
“That’s right, princess,” I shout, stroking deeper and deeper, not stopping ’til I’m bottoming out. “Take this fucking dick like a champ! Like the filthy little slut you are!”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she moans from behind the duct tape.
Her eyes have fluttered shut. Her body’s tensed up against mine, spine bowed and ass pushed out.
She lets me fuck her hard and fast, and she simply can’t bring herself to fight against it anymore.
I keep a hold on her shoulders, making sure she’s pushed down even further against my desk, and then sneak the thumb from my other hand to her asshole.
We’ve only toyed with it a couple times. But I’m still too caught up in the betrayal to give a fuck. Too pissed off to even care as I circle the little puckered hole and then push it inside her.
That earns another sharp, muffled scream out of her.
She arches back up against me, startled by the sudden thumb up her ass.
But that’s the thing—it’s not a pained scream. Not even the tape can disguise how guttural and lusty it sounds.
Like a fucking cat in heat needing relief.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask breathlessly, hips bucking against her. My thumb lodged deep in her ass, as my cock’s even deeper in her pussy. “You know what, princess? I think it might be time. Tonight’s the night.”
She understands right away what I mean and starts squirming against me.
You’d think she’s about to be slaughtered the way she jerks and struggles. But it’s still no use as my grip tightens on her shoulder and I pin her down against the desk. Sweat drips off me as I groan at how tight and hot her pussy feels.
Every time she struggles, it’s like she doesn’t realize her pussy does the same. The ripples deepen. The kneading effects feel fucking fantastic around my cock.
I’m almost regretful when I force myself to pull out.
My cock’s twitching in its own form of protest. I’m so damn on edge, I could probably fist myself a few more times and come right now. Jet out thick streams of cum that have built up as much as my rage has.
But even as I heave ragged breaths into my lungs and arousal pulses through me, I know we’re not done yet.
I’m slicked in her juices, but I add some of my own too. I spit on my cock, spreading the saliva around with my fist.
“This is about to be unpleasant, princess,” I warn. “I’d planned to ease you into it over time. Back when I was easy on you. Before I discovered what a dirty little liar you are. So, as far as I’m concerned, you deserve every moment of this.”
I rub the tip of my cock against the tiny hole. She’s gone still, arched up against me as if unsure what else to do. I let another gob of spit trickle onto my head, then use it to begin slicking myself inside.
To say it’s a tight fit—there’s plenty of resistance—would be the understatement of the century.
The fucking millennia.
My eyes snap shut though at how immediately and unbearably snug it is. As my slicked head pushes into her, I’m greeted by intense clenching. Her sphincter resisting and fighting back, refusing to budge.
Turns out my wife really was a virgin in every way. Mouth, pussy, and ass.
The fact that I’ll have had all three—that I’m the only man who ever has and ever will—adds to the intensity of it all.
It makes it even fucking hotter and more arousing as, slowly but surely, her ass opens up. Little by little, I’m able to ease my head into her and watch myself gradually disappear.
Her breaths sharpen. Her body’s tenser than ever.
It’s probably uncomfortable for her. Probably the most awkward, possibly painful feeling.
But more pleasure jolts up my shaft like hot electric shocks. I groan as my whole head is swallowed up by her ass and her round cheeks smother me on either side.
Not only is the feeling next-level pleasure but the view is too.
Adding even more spit, I work on slicking more of myself into her.
“Fuckkkk,” I grunt, breath catching. “You might have the tightest, hottest ass of anybody on this planet, princess. Yet you take me at the same time. Your little asshole opens right up for me. Deep down you know it’s what you were made for.”
She screams into the tape as I’m able to slick an inch of myself inside. I stop again, eyes damn near crossing at how incredible it feels.
Suddenly the heat is almost too much. I’m dripping sweat and my muscles ache. I’m trying so fucking hard to keep myself in check and not totally go crazy just yet.
Some small part of me is still trying not to seriously hurt her, even if this is uncomfortable and painful already.
But then waves of pleasure hit me, and it becomes too much and I need more. Whether it’s rational or not, I need fucking more.
More of her tight asshole. More of the heat and deepness.
More of the knowledge I’m buried in her ass and there’s nothing she can do about it.
I bend my left knee and prop my foot up against the desk to give myself a whole new angle and amount of leverage. She’s flat against the desk by now, her juicy ass right where I need it to be.
I hold myself inside her a second longer, then I pull back. My cock slides out of her tight, narrow channel ’til only the head remains.
All bets are off.
I’ve held myself back long enough. It’s like the most primal urge seizes control, and within the next second, I’m losing myself.
The rage and lust and bitterness coalesce into a singular toxic need to ravage her. My body collides with hers, my hips slamming into her ass, cock going deep.
Her sharpest scream yet comes from behind the duct tape. But it’s only the first thrust of many more to come as I wind back and then slam forward only a second later.
Her once puckered little hole quickly gets with the program. She’s opened up, accepting me as I force my way in.
My cock disappears inside her, and her body trembles under mine.
The heat. The tightness. The tabbooness.
It’s all so fucking much that pleasure rises up enough to make me lose my mind.
Before long I’m grunting like an animal, foot still propped up against the desk as I fuck her ass brutally and without mercy.
I smack my hand to her ass and revel in how her flesh ripples in response. In how she yelps behind the tape and then rocks back against me like she’s finally accepted the moment for what it is.
“Fuck, princess!” I yell, teeth grinding together. “You’re so fucking good at taking my cock. You’re so fucking dirty for wanting it.”
My fingers dig into her hip as I drive myself deeper, and the room feels like it’s spinning. I’m so keyed into the moment that it’s as if the air pulses from the heat between us.
The toxic chemical makeup we produce when we come together is about to explode.
I pull out to the head then slam my way back in, refusing to give her pussy any pleasure. Wanting her to know this isn’t about her pleasure.
That if she’s going to come, she’s going to come from my dick in her ass and that alone.
By the guttural sounds she makes, it’s working. She’s no longer able to resist the effects I’m having on her as I drive into her again and again.
I twine my fingers in her hair and wrench her head back, exposing more of her throat.
“You ready to come, princess?” I ask cruelly, dick buried deep. “You gonna come from my dick in your ass?”
Her answer comes in a throaty growl that once again speaks to her defiance.
It makes me grin even through the blinding pleasure that consumes me.
My hips jerk on their own accord, my cock working its way in and out of her tight ass. The noises in the office are more obscene than ever: our bodies slapping together and the primal sounds we make.
I grunt as my cock fills her ass and revels in how she’s opened up just enough to take me. It’s inevitable that I’m about to lose it—I’m about to come and empty every drop of cum inside her.
But it’s as I crash into her again and again that I realize she’s coming. Her eyes have rolled back, and her body’s been rendered immovable. It’s like she almost goes limp in my hold as a deep quake works its way through her.
When I reach under her and cup her pussy, my hand comes away glistening and slicked by her arousal.
My filthy, treacherous wife so turned on by me fucking her ass she couldn’t resist.
It’s what pushes me into the final stretch.
My hand slides under her jaw ’til I’m gripping her by the throat and cutting off her air. I squeeze tighter and fuck her deeper, panting and pulsing from intense pleasure.
“You’re coming, princess,” I growl. “You might finally learn who you belong to—body, mind and soul. Pussy, ass, and mouth. Every fucking part of you—I own it.”
It’s as if a second orgasm hits her as she moans from behind the duct tape and bucks against me. I squeeze her throat and slam into her and hang on as long as I can.
But my cock’s twitching and demanding release.
It’s beyond giving a fuck if I’m ready to or not. My final thrusts are the most brutal yet.
I slam into her again and again, any rage and anger releasing itself by way of my jerking hips. My cock ramming itself deep into her tiny, hot asshole ’til finally my breaking point comes.
A thick grunt leaves me as I bury myself as deep as possible and then let go. The pressure built up in my balls rushes out, traveling up my shaft and pouring out of me in streak after streak.
I fucking fill her up. I empty myself into her asshole ’til it’s spilling out of her, dribbling obscenely down her ass cheeks and the back of her thighs.
Messy and sloppy and evidence of my punishment.
Of how I’ve marked her as not only mine, but mine to dominate when necessary.
I pull out, heaving ragged breaths and dripping sweat.
Simone remains where she is, bent over my desk, her legs quaking as if she couldn’t support herself otherwise.
I spend a moment enjoying the view in front of me—my wife slumped over my desk with my cum trickling out of her fucked little asshole—then I tuck myself away.
I grab her by the elbow and scoop her up into my arms, ready to deposit her in our room. My lesson taught, I’m done with her for the night.
Now I’ve got to figure out what comes next.