Page 23 of His Bride

“You don’t like it when I eat your pussy?”

“I didn’t say that.” I pull my apron off and the dress that I’m wearing. My bra and panties go too, and I stand in front of him naked. I am no longer shy about my body because unless my thirty-three-year-old husband is popping little blue pills, erections don’t lie. He may be toying with me, but he at least wants to bang me.

“What do you want?” he asks me, reminding me of my first day with him. Was that really only a week ago?

“Why haven’t you fucked me again?”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“I didn’t say that.” I notice his cock his hard in his jeans and I do fucking want that in me.

“You need to say something,” he says, reaching out and pinching my nipples. I moan softly. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

“What was that, baby? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, you asshole,” I shout.

“There’s a good girl.” He opens his belt and jeans and lets them fall to the floor. His boxers are gone in an instant and his massive cock is hard and angry looking. He pulls his shirt off and I see that he has a tattoo on his chest that wasn’t there the other day.

“When did you get that?” I ask, reaching for him. I run my fingertips over my name in cursive over his heart.

“Yesterday.”

“Why?” Everything this man does confuses the hell out of me.

“Because you’re mine, Matilde. I can’t make you see that this isn’t a joke with words. This is permanent, just like me and you. Get on the bed.”

“Why did you wait to fuck me again?” I ask as I do what he told me too. I can’t believe how wet I am. He’s barely touched me, but I want his cock filling me up, making me whole.

“I thought you’d be sore.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Good. Are you wet for me?”

“Yesss,” I hiss as he climbs on the bed. He moves between my spread thighs and places the head of cock at my opening. He doesn’t say anything as he slams his hips forward. He’s balls deep in one move. I wrap my legs around his waist and meet him thrust for thrust. He’s been true to his word. He’s ruined me for other men.

I hate to fucking admit it, but I think I’m falling in love with my husband, who isn’t as much of a monster as I thought he was.

This can’t be good.

I’m only going to get hurt worse in the end.

ELEVEN

DORIAN

I’ve missed this cunt;I think as I pound into her. This perfectly pink tight cunt that takes my cock so fucking good. She fights this, but she wants me too. She wants this, she wants us. I’ve been lying beside her since we got married. She always takes her orgasms and then moves herself to the edge of her side of the bed. Not an hour after she falls asleep she is tangled up with me. I wanted to give her time to heal after our first night together, but she’s pushed me too far. I can’t stand it when she touches people. She laughed with him too. I want her to laugh with me and not just my siblings. I know she loves them already. She has to learn that I can’t handle it, especially without her declaration of love. If I knew her true, not coerced feelings for me, I think I’d be at peace. Without it, it literally makes me want to kill people. The only reason Duncan isn’t dead is because I know his husband, Cooper, Matilde’s main bodyguard, wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.

I look down at Matilde, her eyes are closed but I know she’s enjoying this. Her little pussy is clenching around my cock. Suddenly, I pull out of her.

“What are you doing?” she asks as soon as she realizes that I’m not putting it back. I lean back from her.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl. Her eyes widen and she scrambles to do what I told her to do. She presents her ass to me, and I grab it with my hands, kneading her flesh. Fuck, this ass is a masterpiece.

“Dorian?” she questions, looking over her shoulder at me. She bites her bottom lip.

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