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As my husband gazed down at me, his eyes told me what his words could not.
We’d been lying to ourselves since the beginning with all our rules and games. We were trying to avoid the inevitable, but it happened regardless.
We fell in love.
With every thrust, the tenderness evaporated and gave leeway to the darkness in which my husband and I rejoiced. He pummeled my insides so viciously, I knew I’d never be the same again.
Zeno trapped my sounds with his kisses, rubbing my clit in time with his hard thrusts as I writhed beneath him. Every time I moaned, he murmured intoxicating words that set me aflame.
“You taste that, baby?” He careened his fingers in and out of my mouth. “That’s the cum of a woman who knows she’s got her husband wrapped around her fingers.”
My eyes rolled into my skull. Nail marks scored down his inked chest. Branding him the same way he’d branded me. Etching my memory inside his soul forever. “You feel so good—ahhhh.”
“Tight little fucktoy,” Zeno rasped, squeezing my throat in a way that made me see stars. “You kept this pussy locked away for twenty-seven years, knowing men like me would kill for the opportunity to have a taste.” His teeth grazed my earlobe. “Even a chastity belt couldn’t have stopped me from breaking you open for this cock.”
Mascara-streaked tears rushed down the slopes of my cheeks. My tied hands clutched his veined forearm. “Oh my God!”
He smirked, every cut muscle glistening with sweat. His boxed abs flexed as he drove his thick length into my cunt. “Ma petite salope. You’re so fucking sexy with your legs in the air. Diamonds on your body. Screaming like the only thing keeping you alive is my dirty fuck.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “I’m going to fill you so deep, you’ll have to keep your legs crossed during dinner so nobody sees my cum dripping out.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.“Imagine what people would think if they knew Principal Hill likes to be screwed raw like a pretty little whore.” He bit my bottom lip and quickened the pace. “Isn’t that right? You like it nasty, baby.”Thrust. “So.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Nasty.”
It was the words, the slap of our bodies, and the way my husband stared down at me—half-man, half-animal. All of it blended together and sparked my third release.
I screamed, tightening around him, coming with my husband’s name on my lips.
Zeno took the discarded knife and cut the tie knotting my wrists.
Trembling, orgasming, and trying to catch my breath, he switched positions so I sat astride his lap, with him still hard as steel inside of me. My fingers delved into the sweaty strands of his hair and I stamped my mouth to his for a kissed laden with gratitude and love.
Zeno grabbed my jaw and squeezed. “Spit in my mouth, Darla.”
This. Fucking. Man.
He was going to be the end of me.
I thumbed open his mouth and dribbled spit. He hummed and slapped my ass with both hands. “Come get your ride, wife.”
I rose up until his tip barely caressed my pussy. Feeling bold, I whispered, “It’s going to cost you, Master.”
Zeno’s jaw tightened as he understood the new game I wanted to play.
Without removing his gaze from mine, he reached over to the right for his discarded wallet. My pulse thundered with excitement when he yanked out a thick wad of cash. Nothing but crisp 100s. I grew slicker at the fantasy—at the thought of my sexy crime lord of a husband eagerly dropping a few grands for a dirty fuck with his wife.
“I’ve got ten k with your name on it.” His voice was a rough command as he fanned the bills and drifted them down my body, causing me to shiver. “A hundred dollars for every minute of that hot cunt servicing my cock. How does that sound, mon trésor?”
Like I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Deal.” My fingers shaped over his muscular shoulders and I murmured in his ear, “Fair warning, I’m going to increase the fee if you fuck me longer than our promised time.”
“Don’t worry. My pockets are deep.” Zeno tucked the 100-dollar bills under the straps of my crotchless thong. My hips undulated in anticipation. “Now take my cock and shove it inside your hungry pussy.” He rained two swats on my ass. “I want to see it making a mess in my lap as you give me my money’s worth, baby.”
Drunk in lust, need scorched my insides and the only thing that could gratify me washim. I used his shoulders for leverage and lowered myself inch by inch on his thickness.
We released groans in unison.
Enraptured by the fantasy, I worked him like an expensive escort, my gaze keeping him chained in the moment. Zeno’s desperate hands chased all over my body. Fisting the strands of my long hair. Clapping my ass in encouragement. Sucking my bouncing tits. Gripping my waist as I fucked him in a slow erotic grind.
The room grew warmer with our passion and my thumping heartbeats mirrored the sounds of the sensual music in the background.
“There’s my fast little learner,” Zeno murmured as we fell under the spell of this seductive game. “You’re worth every penny in my bank account, aren’t you?”
