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“I w-won’t,” I rasp. It’s difficult to keep my eyes open, my body hard to control, but I still feel all of him. I still feel his desire for me. All of me.
“No, you won’t.”
He throws the knife to the side, wraps his hand around my throat, and smiles at me.
“What a beautiful wife.” He uses his other hand to line himself up with my entrance. “Now scream for me, baby.”
He thrusts deep inside me in an unforgiving push, and as he does, he presses his palm against my mouth. Yes, maybe screaming isn’t such a good idea right now. I hold on for dear life as my body has no choice but to take and take what he gives.
He only fucks me long enough to bring me back to life, but not enough to make me come again. Instead, he pulls out, kneels up, and brings his cock to my mouth.
My jaw hangs open, and he pushes inside, slightly grazing against my teeth. His hand fists my hair at the top of my head, and he forces me to take him in, lifting my head and fucking my mouth.
I gag around him, spit spilling past my lips.
“Good little wife taking her husband’s dick down her throat. Keep going.”
He doesn’t give me a choice anyway. He thrusts harder, making me choke on him and the taste of me. He pulls out as violently as he pushed in. Now covered in my spit, he drives into my pussy again.
For a minute, I don’t feel like anything more but an object he uses for his pleasure…and I fucking love it.
“That knife is not as thick as my dick, is it, baby?”
Lazily, I shake my head from side to side, barely able to.
“And you’ve taken my dick in your ass before, haven’t you?”
I nod this time, but that’s even harder to do.
He pulls out, grabs my hips, and flips me around. “I’m going to put you in the exact position I need. Don’t you worry.”
Spreading my legs far apart, he drags my hips back until my ass is in the air and my cheek rests against the soft sheets. I don’t have the strength to push myself up, and I just fold with my head on the mattress.
“Atta girl. Don’t move.”
I hear him search through my bedside drawer, but my brain doesn’t even try to register what he’s looking for. I only understand when I feel a cold slickness dripping between my ass cheeks.
“Nate,” I groan. He’s not actually thinking of putting that thing in my ass, is he? “D-don’t…”
“Don’t is not a thing between us tonight, baby.”
Was it ever a thing between us anyway?
He starts with his thumb, like every time he fucks my ass, and that brings enough pleasure to relax me. Then come two fingers, the delicious scissoring, a new depth.
While he does that, I feel the blade against my ass. He cuts me, and I press my mouth against the mattress to scream this time. I’m too quick to realize he’s cutting into the scar I already have of his initials.
“Who’s your sun, Kayla?”
“You are,” I moan. “My sun.”
But when his hand leaves me, and I feel the pressure of the hilt, I try to move away from him.
“Fight me, and I’ll make it hurt in a way you don’t like.”
I whimper into the sheet and give up. I prefer when he has his way with me anyway. He pushes in, caressing my lower back at the same time.
“I’ll like it if you cry. Don’t hold back.”
