Probably a good thing he broke me first, I admitted reluctantly.
The head was large and flared, a shade darker than his natural olive tone, and precum wept from the hole at the tip. A trail of it connected his bobbing erection and my lower stomach.
I reached out to touch it before one of Alois’ hands came up and grasped the offending wrist, pinning it above my head. He copied the move with my other wrist before shooting me a droll look.
“No touching, wife,” he growled, and I gulped, nodding my head in acknowledgment.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” I whispered, and he pressed a chaste, dry kiss to my mouth in response.
Alois shifted his hips, the tip of his cock lining up with my swollen and wet entrance.
“There will be a stretch and a pain similar to what you felt when I broke your hymen,” he stated with little inflection. “I will insert fully in one thrust, then give you time to adjust before moving.”
There he goes with the clinical speech again.
I nodded my head, moving my hips up slightly to lodge his head in my pussy. Alois groaned then, a low, primal sound, before making eye contact with me for the first time all night.
By any means necessary.
I gasped as his eyes darkened and flashed before he thrust suddenly, seating himself to the hilt in my cunt.
I screamed.
No wonder he sent the guards away. It probably sounds like he’s murdering me.
Death by cock.
Alois froze, his whole body stilling as he twitched inside me. I tried to wiggle away, to move so the pressure and stinging pain would abate, but he held me still.
“Just relax, Ellowyn. It’ll fade in a moment.”
I took deep, gasping breaths, my skin dotted with sweat as I waited and prayed for the pain to subside.
After a few minutes of silence, I slowly felt my walls relax around him, the sting abating. It was still present, but almost ignorable, especially with the indescribable feeling of beingfull. My body reacted on instinct, my walls clenching around him as I minutely shifted my hips. Alois sighed in response.
“Okay,” I panted. “Okay, you can move.”
“Finally,” he rasped before pulling out to the tip and thrusting fully back inside again. My body jolted with the force,my breasts bouncing, as he repeated the motion. There was little finesse to it, little movement other than his cock exiting my pussy only to reenter again a moment later.
We didn’t speak, barely made eye contact, as my husband fucked me, using my body for his pleasure. I felt that strange, elusive fire build in my core again, but it was firmly out of reach. Like a beacon I could see but not touch.
Alois groaned and huffed, sweat beading on his skin and mine as he moved inside me. I moved my hips up to meet his own as his balls slapped against my ass.
After a few minutes, Alois’ thrusts grew erratic, his hands clenched around my wrists nearly cutting off the circulation as he pounded relentlessly into my pussy before groaning low and burying himself to the hilt once more. I felt his cock twitch inside me as he ground his pelvis into my own.
He stilled above me, releasing my wrists and pushing himself to his knees. I pulled my arms down, gently massaging the feeling back into my hands. Alois slipped from me without a word, and I felt a gush of wetness from where he used to be.
My legs shook from staying open for so long, and I watched as Alois redressed.
That’s it?
It all felt rather anticlimactic—that fire I was chasing was still there, just a burning ember, and my clit throbbed in expectation.
How . . . disappointing.
“You can use the bathroom to clean yourself up. I will provide you with a tunic and pair of pants for the return to your room.” Alois spoke with a cool indifference, his gaze not meeting my own, and I flinched at his words.
“You don’t want me to stay?” I tentatively asked, not sure what answer I desired. He shook his head, already moving to the armoire in the corner.
