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He devours me like I am his last meal. My toes curl as my hands grip the fabric beneath me. “Oh god! This feels amazing!”
He chuckles, and his hands on my inner thighs tighten. “Yes. Just imagine how it’s going to feel when my cock enters this pussy. You’ll want me to touch you every day for the rest of our lives. You’ll never run, never hide, never come down. I’ll fuck you until you can’t breathe until you're begging me to stop. I want to hear your cries. Your screams. I want to hear my name from your lips as you come all over me.”
His words make my pussy clench greedily. The ache to feel him inside me builds a ball of pleasure at my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth like he is sucking a lollipop. It’s the strangest sensation but makes me needier than I was before.
“Please, I need more. I want this. I need you,” I moan.
Suddenly, a finger plunges into my core. The sounds of my wetness are vulgar–like stirring pasta or mixing cake batter. I love it. Knowing that Atlis doesn’t care about blood makes me wetter than I already am. Knowing that he is the one between my open legs spurs me on more. Knowing that he is my husband and he truly cares makes me want to submit to being his wife.
My vision starts to tunnel, and my legs start to shake. “I think I’m gonna-,” I go silent and squeeze my eyes shut. My orgasm crests over my body like a tidal wave, soaking my voice, my thoughts, and anything from him.
When my eyes open, I realize that Atlis is staring at me, languidly sucking up the juices that come out. He stops for a moment, takes a deep breath, and smiles. “There isn’t anywhere in the world that I’d rather be. To feel your cunt throbbing while my tongue is on you, that might be my new favorite drug. You make me high, Zolina. What do you say? Have you had enough of this, or do you want more?”
My breath is heavy as I try to steady myself. “I want you inside me, please,” I beg.
He grins, showing me his blood-covered mouth. “In due time, Pet. Due time. But I'm not done yet, so don't worry yourself.” He licks his lips and uses the back of his hand to wipe off the rest. The blood from his mouth intertwines with the tattoos on his hand, forming a masterpiece that not even Picasso could paint. Getting up on his knees he hovers over me. “Are you ready, Mrs. Moon?”
I moan my answer, succumbing to my new last name. His finger plunges back into me, fucking me slowly. We make eye contact as he hovers above me, watching my reaction. He lowers his torso to mine, using his free hand to keep himself up. We are now face to face. His cock sits inches from my hole.
“Say thank you. Tell me how much you love my finger inside your needy cunt.”
“Yes! Thank you, Atlis,” I groan out, fluttering my eyelashes while he fingers me.
“No,” he stalls his movement. “Although my name sounds decadent coming from your lips, call me your husband. Let me hear you admit the truth to both of us. You love this. You love how I talk to you.” He lowers his face so his mouth is directly next to my ear. Lowering his voice, he whispers, “You love how I fill your tight pussy with my thick finger. Tell me.”
“Yes! You're my husband! I love it. I love how your finger fits inside me. I can't wait for your cock. Fuck me, please,” I whine.
“Good girl,” he praises. He adds another finger into me and pumps them in and out. My body tenses once more on the edge of another orgasm.
“I’m going to come again!”
“Ah, ah, ah.” His movements slow, forcing my orgasm to teeter on the edge. “What do you say? If you use your manners and ask nicely, I might let you.”
“Please, sir? Please let me come,” I cry. The words taste weird in my mouth, but the look he gives me when I do is well worth it.
His eyes darken behind his lids, his pupils dilating. He adds a third finger and pushes them all back into me, making me fall over the edge. My toes go numb, and my entire body locks up. The feeling of white-hot pain converges over me. He makes me come harder than any other time I’ve ever fingered myself. If I didn’t hear his deep inhale and his small chuckle, then I would have thought I passed out.
“Good wife. Good girl, Zolina. You came so hard on your husband's fingers. Your cunt is so tight that I’m scared I might hurt you if I fuck you with my cock. You'll have to wait a little while longer.”
I steady my breathing once more and prop myself up on my elbows, looking at the mess we created. “I need a shower. Would my husband care to join me?”
“What are you waiting for? Come on, wife.”
Chapter 20
Zolina
I stand in front of the mirror, admiring how flushed my body is. Orgasm-pink is a good color for me. My legs are shaky, like a newborn deer, and I hold onto the sink for support.
“Get in,” Atlis beckons. He turns the shower on hot, waiting for me to step in.
The bathroom has cherry wood paneling, a slate grey walk-in shower, and a driftwood-carved sink. There are jets in the glass shower that spray at any and every angle. It even has a small glass ledge that someone could sit on.
I open the transparent door, walking into the steam from the scalding hot water. My body instantly relaxes under the water pressure as I throw my head back in pleasure.
Before Atlis joins me, he walks over to the wall and turns down the lights, dimming the harsh lighting. I watch out of the foggy glass as his silhouette slowly strips out of his sweats and boxers.
His cock is huge and tattooed.
