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She infuriates me. She complicates everything. She drives me mad—and even so, she makes me want her with a ferocity that almost hurts. I realize, sitting there as I watch her storm out with her face gorgeously flushed, her anger shimmering around her like a heat wave, that I’m rock hard, my cock straining against my fly.
I want to fuck her as much as I want to scream at her.
Shoving my own chair back, I stalk after her, up the stairs to our bedroom. She had a headstart, and I fling open the doors just in time to see her stripping off the loose t-shirt she had on, her hair tied up on her head as if she’s about to get into the shower.
She whirls around, the t-shirt pressed to her chest, and I smirk.
“Don’t mind me.” I cross my arms over my chest, nodding in her direction. “Finish taking the rest off. I’ll watch. And then be a good girl, and bend over the side of the bed for me.”
Her eyes go wide. “Don’t you have something better to do?” she snaps, turning away. “I’m going to take a shower. Just—leave me alone.”
“No.” I watch her stiffen, and my cock throbs against my thigh. “Finish undressing, Amalie. Unless you want me to come over there and take the rest of it off for you. Or maybe you’d like a spanking, when you finally come to terms with the fact that youwillbe bending over the bed for me, just as I told you to.”
I canseethe tension, the anger running through her. “Why is it alwaysbend oversomewhere?” she hisses. “Over the sink in that bathroom in Ibiza. Over the counter at your parents’ mansion. Over our bed. Do you have a particular fetish for fucking me from behind, David?”
That does make me laugh, just a little. “No,” I tell her carelessly. “But at least that way, I don’t have to worry about you spitting in my face.”
“You fucking—” She hisses the words between her teeth, and I laugh again.
“Hurry up,bellisima. I have a flight to catch. Luckily, it’s my own private jet, so they’ll wait for me. But your attitude is turning me on this morning, and, well—I really need to come. So be a good girl, and do as I say, so I have somewhere to put it.”
I reach for my belt as I say the last, and Amalie stiffens again when she hears the sound. I see the t-shirt drop to the floor as I undo my zipper, slipping my cock free. I’m so fucking hard it hurts, my balls already tight with the need to empty myself into her, and I wrap my hand around my length, letting out a hiss of pleasure at the much-needed contact.
“Don’t make me drag you over there and strip you myself,” I warn her, groaning low in my throat as I slide my hand down my cock in a loose stroke. “You’ll wish you hadn’t. Or would you rather I put you on your knees and come on your face?”
I can see her grit her teeth as she shoves her leggings down her hips, every movement telling me exactly how angry she is about this. In moments, she’s stripped bare for me, her perfect body exposed to me entirely, from the curve of her waist to the heart-shape of her ass. She strides over to the bed, refusing to look at me as she bends over the side of it. Her fingers curl angrily into the blankets, and I stride towards her, my cock aching.
I’d be willing to bet that when I touch her, she’s dripping wet.
I reach for her hair before I do anything else, yanking the velvet hair-tie that’s holding it up free and tossing it aside. Her thick auburn hair cascades around her face and shoulders in messy waves, and I wrap one hand in it, pulling her head back as I slide my fingers between her thighs.
As I’d suspected, she’s soaked.
“So much fight for nothing,” I breathe into her ear as I stroke her entrance, rubbing my fingers along her drenched, swollen folds. “You clearly want me, Amalie. You want my thick, hard cock fucking you, making you come. You want my cum inside of you, so you can’t help but think of me while I’m gone. Youwantall of this. If you weren’t so stubborn,cara mia, this would all be so much more enjoyable.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, twisting her head around to glare at me. “I don’t want to think about you at all.”
I chuckle darkly at that, nudging my cockhead against her entrance as I press two fingertips against her swollen clit. “Even if that’s true, Amalie, you’re going to anyway. You’remine. My bride. Mypossession. Mine to fuck. Mine to have however I please.”
I thrust hard when I say it, shoving every inch of my cock deeply into her, down to the base. She lets out a cry that’s half pain, half pleasure, sending a burst of satisfaction through me as I thrust again, and she moans helplessly.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my lips grazing over her ear. “You love getting fucked like this. You want me to think that’s not true, but I can feel it. You’re fuckingsqueezingme,bellissima. You can’t get enough of my fucking cock.”
It’s true, and we both know it. I canfeelit. The sensation is exquisite, the way she clenches and ripples around me, like her body wants to drag my cock as deeply as it can inside of her and hold me there forever. I feel sure that nothing has ever felt as good as this, and that nothing else ever will. She can claim all she likes that she doesn’t want this, that she hates me, that she wishes she was rid of me and our marriage. But the tight clench of her pussy around me, the arch of her back, the way her nails dig into the bedding as her mouth drops open on a soundless moan—all of those things tell me a very different story.
“Fuck you,” she gasps, even as I feel her writhe on my cock as I slide out of her, her ass pushing back against me as if she can’t bear to lose those thick inches filling her up for even a moment. “Fuck you, you fucking—”
I take that moment to roll her clit between my fingers, rubbing her exactly the way I know she likes it best, that spot near the top of her hood that makes her come almost instantly. I hear her breathless gasp, feel her entire body seize—and then my cock is drenched with her arousal as she comes, her back arching as she collapses forward on the bed, the tight clench of her almost unbearably good.
“That’s right,cara mia,”I growl, my hand on the back of her neck as I press her face down against the bed, my pace picking up as I fuck her hard and fast. “Come on my fucking cock. God, you feel so fucking good—”
She cries out, lost in pleasure as I slam my cock into her again and again, heedless of how roughly I’m fucking her. I’ve never been so angry and aroused all at once in my life, and I take it out on her with every brutal thrust. My fingers left her clit with her first orgasm, my hands occupied now with holding her by the neck and hip as I ruthlessly pound into her, but I feel her come again anyway. Her cry of pleasure fills the room, her entire body shuddering with wave after wave of release, and I don’t let up. I keep fucking her, as hard as I can, until I feel my balls tighten and my cock swell, and I push her down hard against the bed, flat on her stomach as I lean over her and whisper in her ear.
“I could pull out and come all over you. Ishould. I should drench you in my fucking cum and make you wear it, so you remember who you belong to. But I’m going to fill you up instead.” I thrust again, pressing myself tightly against her, rolling my hips. “I don’t care that you’re already pregnant,bellisima. I’m going to keep you dripping with my cum anyway.”
Amalie cries out, and I resume my pace, driving my cock into her with two more hard strokes that push me over the edge. The sound that comes from my lips as I sink into her for the last time is nearly primal, the pleasure rippling through me with an intensity that’s close to pain as hot cum spurts from my cock, filling her with a flood of it as I pin her there and hold her down for my release.
I don’t want to slip out of her, even as my orgasm recedes and my cock softens. I’m still throbbing with the aftershocks, and I find myself wanting to stay buried in her wet heat, to remain there until I’m hard all over again and can fuck her for a second time.
