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Didn’t know that the fierce, strong, andconservativeStella Stratford gets off on exhibitionism. That she leaves her fight for feminism at the door when she wants to get her pussy destroyed. That Stella enjoys the thrill of getting caught fucking by strangers, pain, and sexual control. She is perfect in every way for me, and I am going to make sure she can never leave me. If she ever tries, I will slit her fucking throat.
I slip the blade handle into his mouth, and he sucks her taste off of it with a greedy groan. Stella watches from her raised elbows, her lips parted, and her thighs tightening in arousal at me feeding another man her cum. “That’s as close to my wife’s cunt as you are ever going to get again, motherfucker.” I pull the handle from his mouth and move back to my wife.
She spreads her thighs wide for me, and I slip two fingers inside of her warm wet pussy, pumping a few strokes before pulling them back out and sliding her wetness over my thick cock. I slip three fingers back inside of her, fucking her hard and stretching her cunt wide, all the while making sure that Ajax can see her soaked pussy being used by me, stretching and making her gape for me.
Her breathing is getting ragged, and her hips are undulating and rising quicker and quicker. She’s close to orgasming for me. My thumb rubs over her hard, little nub applying a little pressure to create friction and circles on the little ball of tissue. I pull my soaked fingers back from her cunt and slip two inside her puckered hole without warning or prep, causing a cry of pain to leave her lips.
“You never got to feel how tight her puckered hole is, did you, Ajax? It’s so warm and tight, like a vise. She clenches it so beautifully. Watch how my thick fingers stretch her.” I taunt him as I fuck her ass with my fingers, preparing and stretching her for my cock. I’m determined that this fucker is going to watch me take all of her holes, so that he sees that she is entirely mine. Tainted and filled by my cum.
I grab the base of my cock and move it to her pussy hole, slipping just the tip inside of her and coating myself in her wetness. I plunge in hard in one go, hitting the end of her as a scream leaves her lips and she claws at my shoulders and back with her nails. My fingers continue to stretch her asshole wide. My other hand lifts and urges her legs over my shoulders so I can pound into her warm cunt. “Fuck, her cunt is even tighter like this. My fingers can feel my cock moving inside of her.”
“Jaxon, oh my God!” Stella cries out, her head thrashing on the bed and her hands fisting the linens.
“That’s right, baby, I am your god. Pull on your nipples, and stroke that pretty clit for me, baby.” She does what I ask, and I move my hand from her clit up to her neck, choking her out. I fuck her cunt in hard strokes that have her shifting up the bed with each thrust. “Are you going to come for me, my slut?” I groan at how tight she is, her pussy is clamping firmly even more around me, and her limbs are locking in place. I watch, amazed as she comes hard, her breath trapped in her throat against my grip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her legs tightening around my head. She cries out repeatedly, and the sound is music to my ears but devastation, no doubt, to the fucker behind us.
When she finally comes down from her high, I pull out of her pussy and flip her over onto her stomach, slapping her ass hard and pulling on her hair to arch her back for me and forcing her to her knees. I slip my face down between her folds, licking up her delicious cunt, over her clit, and slipping my tongue in her tight hole before pulling out and licking her puckered asshole and slipping my tongue inside. I fuck her for a few moments with just my tongue and then pull back, yanking on her hair until her neck arches for me and a pained moan leaves her lips. “Open your mouth Stella, nice and wide.” I spit a wad of saliva, a mixture of her cum, and my cum from earlier, and the taste of her sweet pussy. “Swallow, my little whore.”
I pull back, hawk up more spit, and let it slide between her two perfect ass cheeks and hit her puckered hole. My hard cock nudges at the puckered ring of nerves, and I slip the crown inside. Stella releases a cry of pain and then a moan, her head falling forward to the bed linens. I push forward until half my dick is trapped in her tight heat. “I can’t, Jaxon; it hurts, please!” She thrashes. I push in another inch, and she tightens further around me. I slap her ass again and again until her body stops fighting me, and my palm is hot from her flesh.
“You will take all of me, Stella. This ass is mine.” I push forward, sinking the last couple of inches inside of her until her ass cheeks are pressed firmly against my abdomen. I thrust slowly, not wanting to tear her, but wanting her tight ass to adjust to my size. When her cries turn into moans, I thrust harder, her ass gripping painfully around my thick cock. I know I’m not going to last long with how warm and tight she is. I need her to go again, though, before I fill her up with my cum. I reach around and slip three fingers inside her pussy until she’s impossibly full and strum my thumb over and over on her throbbing clit.
A few more harsh strokes and her body locks tight again, dots of perspiration and goosebumps breaking out across her skin, and she screams into the mattress. I follow her quickly into oblivion, my cock throbbing and pumping her asshole full of my creamy, thick cum.
When I can finally catch my breath, and my chest doesn’t feel like it will explode, I pull out of her holes. I stumble off the bed to stand next to my former best friend, wrapping my arm tightly around his neck as we watch rivulets of my thick cum drip out of her puckered hole, down her pussy, coating every part of her and dripping onto our bed. I bend my face next to my traitorous friend’s, tears dripping down the side of his face.
“Do you see how beautiful she looks, filled with my cum? I’m going to fill all those holes daily, and eventually, I’ll put a baby in her womb. While you, you will live with the regret of having lost everything. Your heart, the girl of your dreams, your best friend, and all of your family’s money. I will take everything from you like you tried to do to me.” An evil smirk crosses my face at the look of horror across his face.
“When you have nothing left to lose, Ajax, remember I still have her; she is mine. Remember, you are watching the rise of an empire before you. My empire, with my fucking queen.”
Stella sits up, wrapping the duvet around her and looking thoroughly fucked and ravaged but incredibly uncomfortable now that her passion has been assuaged. She stares at Ajax, and her emotions are in that mask that she hides behind. I want entry into that mind of hers. I want to know what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling. Everything about Stella Stratford interests me; I will never get enough of her.
“Why the chicken and the spa? Why did you keep trying if you didn’t mean to hurt me? That masseuse took a knife wound meant for me.” She questions with a raised eyebrow.
Horror crosses Ajax’s features at her words. “What the fuck are you talking about, Stella? I never sent anyone other than the idiot to the house who ended up shooting Jaxon!”
“You didn’t make more than one attempt to scare her or go after her?” I question, fury rising once again inside of me. I grab his neck and tighten my grip until he is forced to look away from her and into my eyes. I see nothing but confusion, concern, and fear there.Shit. He didn’t send anyone else.
“Fuck Stella, there is more than one person after you and I don’t think the other person is just trying to scare you!” I release my grip on Ajax and move back to the bed, pulling Stella sharply into my arms, and holding her tight in my grip as my heart thuds erratically in my chest. Fear races inside of all of my limbs now that I once again come to the realization that someone is trying to hurt her.
Someone is trying to take what is fucking mine!
28
Stella
“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.” Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Imusthavepassedout after the shower I took when Jaxon left with a broken, sniveling, and pitiful Ajax. I couldn’t even look at him as Jaxon dragged him from the room by the hair, and he stumbled about. I heard his cry of pain on the stairs as Jaxon pushed him forward. He must have fallen the last couple of steps landing in a disgraced heap at the bottom.
My stomach recoiled when I rushed out and witnessed how much pain he was in and how he was begging Jaxon for mercy. A mercy that Jaxon would not grant him. The look of complete satisfaction across my husband’s face scared me deeply. Was there a possibility that Ajax wasn’t ever making it home? Was Jaxon’s rage enough to have him doing something that would cause irreversible damage?
I wanted to call out to him and ask him not to do something he would regret, but the words stayed trapped in my throat. The truth is I wanted to see the destruction he caused. I enjoyed his rage and possession. I craved it, deep inside of me. I wanted to know that he would burn the world down for trying to take what he thought was his.
It lit a fire within me and called to me like a seductive lover’s embrace, wrapping around me tightly until I was warm and safe. I should be worried that I am starting to think of myself as his, worried that I am as insane as Jaxon is. That I, too, enjoy the suffering of others that have wronged me.
My mind is still reeling, trying to comprehend all that happened here tonight. All that I allowed to happen. Would Jaxon have stopped it all if I had asked him to? Somehow, I know that he wouldn’t have. His need for vengeance and domination was there right before me and would not be denied.
I’m still finding it difficult to swallow the knowledge that Ajax hired someone to shoot at me. Regardless if his intent wasn’t to actually kill me, only to scare me. Look at what ended up happening with his reckless behavior; Jaxon almost died of a gunshot wound to the chest.That could have been me; he could have killed me.
