Page 34 of His Princess

I rolled my eyes. “It won’t happen that fast.”

He grunted in a way that let me know he didn’t agree, then slammed his mouth over mine. His beard grated against my lips and his harsh hands slid down to my thighs, holding tight as I wrapped them around his waist. He jackhammered me into the mattress, cock bashing my prostate and sending lightning strikes of pleasure to dance along my shaft. With a low growl, he squeezed his hand around me, and I whimpered as he teasingly jerked me off. Too slow. Grip too loose. Not enough. He bucked faster and ran his thumb back and forth over my cockhead.

“Too much,” I said while biting his bottom lip. I skated my tongue across the soft, trapped flesh.

He growled, and my punishment must not have meant anything to him because he teased my cockhead mercilessly, using it like a joystick.

I twitched in his arms and couldn’t stop.

“Oh, I love that my wife is a slut for my cock. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up,” he demanded.

“A lot,” I said, my brain on the fritz.

“How much?” He bit my neck, and I cried out as his sharp teeth sank into the muscle almost hard enough to break the skin.

“Fill me up. I want you to knock me up. I want you to pump so much in me it runs out. I.... I want you to put so much in me every other man knows I’m taken.” I flushed as a furious wave of heat rolled through me. The other things I’d said because they were what I thought he wanted to hear, but that last one was my secret wish. Would he think it was stupid? I wanted to cry as all the sensations began to overwhelm me.

He moaned and moved back enough to stare into my eyes. “You’re my wife. They’ll know you’re taken. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled, all teeth, and leaned down to bite the other side of my neck. I came so violently that my vision went dark for a few seconds while the pleasure pounded through me.

“Oh, I’m definitely going to play with my wife’s cock more often,” he murmured in my ear, and I shuddered while he still pumped in and out of my hole. I was over sensitized, but he hadn’t blown his load yet.

“Fill me up, Husband,” I murmured in his ear.

He tensed on top of me, then started to pound into me as if his one purpose in life was putting cum in my ass. He shoved deep, shuddering. His cock jerked inside me, and I felt a gush of warmth. He didn’t pull out when he was done, simply kissed me and kept rocking.

If I’d thought this was going to be a quickie, I was wrong.

We stayed locked that way for most of the morning, and he put about six loads inside me, but I might’ve lost count. I’d definitely lost track of how many times he’d forced me to blast off while working my cock over and pegging my prostate. My legs were so sore from gripping him that when he called it quits I could barely move them.

He grinned down at me when I shifted on the bed, and I hissed as he stuffed two of his thick fingers into my asshole, then pulled them out glossed with his cum. He looked at his fingers. I knew what he was going to do next and turned my head, but he caught my chin with his other hand, then shoved his coated fingers between my lips. The bitterness of his spunk mixed with my musk lit up my taste buds. He held his fingers there until I sucked them clean.

“Every drop goes in you. I’m not coming unless it’s in you from now on,” he said, eyes blazing with an almost frightening intensity. “I’ll fuck you so much you’ll smell like me and cum will constantly drip out of your pussy.”

Chuckling, I flopped back against the bed. “Can we have breakfast first?”

“Yeah,” he said, then snuggled down on his front with a pillow clutched in his arms. “You go take care of that.” His eyes sparkled with amusement.

I rolled my eyes and huffed as I tried to sit up, but my legs really were done for.

“You broke me,” I said with a sigh, flopping back down against the bed.

He sat up fast and frowned. I was surprised when he threw the blankets off me and ran a hand down my side, staring as if he thought he would see something terrible.

“My thighs hurt.” I pouted in his direction.

“You stay in bed, then,” he said. He surprised me when he patted my hip. “Don’t move.”

“Yes, Husband.”

He slid out of bed and tossed the blankets back over me. Well, if letting him destroy panties and fuck me until I could barely move tamed the beast, I could think of worse ways to spend a Sunday.

He frowned at me, as if he was trying to work out if he’d been played or not, but I puckered my lips in his direction, and he swiftly bent down to kiss me. Humming, he lifted the blankets and shoved a pillow under my hips. When he was done, he tucked me in tight.

“Stay there and let my cum soak in,” he said with a wink, then grabbed a pair of sweats and disappeared out the bedroom door.

I could only grin.

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