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I never thought that small word could hold such immense power over me, but it does. Just saying it out loud has my heart skipping a beat and my cock swelling painfully, needing to own her tight pussy once more and remind her she’s mine.
But when Layla says it . . . then I’m fucking gone.
Unable to prevent it, I slide my other hand down my naked chest and wrap it around the base of my shaft, watching as her lips part in a sleepy smile. Groaning, I run my fist down the length, imagining plunging it into her hot little mouth. As if drawn by the sound, she purrs contentedly, slowly opening her eyelids to find me next to her already touching myself. I don’t stop. I just keep leisurely stroking my cock as her lidded eyes drop to the sight and she gasps. I watch as she blinks twice, her tiny pink tongue darting out to wet her lips, and the sight makes my cock harden further in my grip. Having her gaze on me and seeing the arousal blooming across her face makes me speed up.
“Good morning, wife,” I coo. I lean in to plant a tender kiss on her lips, tasting her sweetness. I squeeze the head of my cock to stop myself from coming from that one innocent touch.
“It is, isn’t it?” She smiles shyly, reaching out to draw a tiny circle over my tattooed chest with her fingernail, right where the heart that beats her name lives.
I grunt at the light touch, needing her hands on me, needing more as I plow into her sweet, decadent cunt. It takes all the restraint I have and then some not to pick her up by her waist and plunge into that greedy little pussy with my weeping cock.
A part of me cringes for not having been gentle with her on our first night together. She came into our bedroom, wide-eyed and nervous, looking so fucking innocent and so unsure of what the night would hold. Yet her desire and curiosity drove her to give herself to me, willingly and passionately, and I made sure to take full advantage of all of it. I couldn’t do anything but surrender. She’s a siren, and I’m caught in her song—a trap I will willingly live in as long as I get to wake up with her in my arms forever and a day.
It only took one lick of her sweet cunt to know that no one had ever properly fucked her like she deserved. She was so starved for touch that even a chaste kiss along her soft skin had her undone beneath me. She was so responsive, so wet, and so willing to try everything to reach her pleasure, and when she clawed her nails into my back, I just lost it, rutting deep inside her until her womb was filled with my cum. The sight of it dripping from her raw, abused cunt is burned into my memory. I took her five more times after that, waking her throughout the night with my head between her silken thighs. I just couldn’t get enough of her, and if she hadn’t blacked out from her last orgasm, I probably would have fucked her five more times after that.
However, now in the light of day and faced with the marks I left on her frail body, I wonder if it was too much too soon. I skate my gaze over her lithe form and take stock of my lack of restraint. There are teeth marks around her succulent pink nipples and fresh bruises from my hands on her thighs. I can only imagine how her sweet pussy was stretched from the inside with my ten inches. The crown on my cock leaks at the vestiges of my claim on her, ready to do even worse and fuck her every which way until Sunday.
I’m a fucking sick man to get hard from the signs of my possessiveness, but I can’t help it. I warned her that gentleness was not in my nature, yet I wonder if I can be for her. Maybe I can show her there is more to me than the rough man she has come to know.
“How sore are you, my love?” I ask, caressing her cheek, needing to know just how much damage I did to her inexperienced body last night.
She stretches on our bed, rolling like a kitten then inching closer to me, her teeth scraping on my jaw before planting a kiss on it.
“Deliciously sore,” she purrs, her eyes heavy-lidded.
I weave my fingers in her hair and crane her neck back to look at me.
“Too sore to come on my tongue?”
She licks her lips, and pure lust burns in her emerald eyes as her body wiggles closer in invitation. “I don’t think I’ll ever be too sore for that,” she whispers, her breath hitching.
“That’s all I need to hear.” I slap her ass, earning a little giggle from her. “Now be a good girl and jump on my face. I’m fucking ravenous, and you’re my breakfast.”
Even though she should be accustomed to my dirty mouth by now, her cheeks blush a pretty shade of pink. One that has me wanting to corner her and share all the naughty things in my head at all times just to see her blush always stained there. Her hesitation to climb on me and give me what I want has me slapping her ass again, harder this time, with narrowed eyes.
“Argh,” she whimpers, rubbing at her ass cheek as she pouts adorably.
“Don’t make me wait, baby girl. If you do, sore or not, I’ll fuck you raw until you can’t walk. I’ll spray every inch of you with my cum without letting you find release at all. Now, jump on my face and give me what’s rightfully mine,” I order, my voice sharp.
This time she doesn’t falter, quickly sitting up on her knees. Her cheeks darken as she throws her leg over my neck and shimmies up until her pretty pink slit is poised above my greedy mouth. I take in her body, noticing her eyes are closed as she rests her head on the headboard and presses her hands to the wall to keep her steady. Smirking, I run my eyes over her dripping cunt, seeing the proof of her desire. She’s already so drenched for me it practically trickles into my mouth. It was something she was embarrassed about last night, but me? I was overjoyed. The fact that she wants me just as badly as I want her?
Fucking heaven.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” I praise, taking one long lick along the length of her slit.
The taste of her explodes on my tongue as I encircle my cock again and stroke it, unable to resist. I imagine my tight grip is her hot little cunt, but it’s nowhere near close. I couldn’t go back to just visualizing now, not after having her. My eyelids close of their own accord, her sweet nectar making me salivate like the feral animal she makes me.
Jesus.
I’ll never get tired of this. Having her open for me, like the sweetest peach engulfing all my senses, is too much temptation for any man to say no to, let alone for a sinner like me.
“Hold onto something, baby. This may take a while,” I warn, releasing my cock in favor of spreading her thighs wider for me.
Her hips roll on top of me, seeking more from my tongue. Unable to resist her body, I nibble on her throbbing clit, her breathing becoming shallower with every caress. She forgets all of her worries, just grinding down onto my mouth until I can barely breathe, but I’d die a happy man eating my wife like this. I scrape my teeth lightly over her sensitive nub, lapping up her juices as she starts slapping her hand on the wall, unable to keep the myriad of sensations wrecking her body contained. Her responsiveness to my touch is a heady feeling. Her little whimpers only heighten my arousal, and I eat her out with such fervor that all too soon her body begins to shake on top of me.
I slap her ass hard, the assault breaking her momentarily from her high, only for it to spark the sexual goddess I know lives inside her. She starts riding my face without any inhibition or embarrassment. Loving that Layla’s timid barriers have crumbled, I let her fuck my face until she’s close to stumbling over the precipice and shattering into a thousand little pieces. Her thighs begin to strangle me as the impending orgasm threatens to rip in her two, and like the twisted individual I am, I suck on my thumb before plunging into her small, puckered hole and then plow into her cunt with my tongue again.
“Alaric!” she wails, shaking above me as I fuck her good and proper with my tongue while my thumb defiles her ass.
