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“Dev, I -” she pushed out in a gasp.
“Give it to me, baby,” I told her, watching as she fell apart against me, head tipping back further against the door as I continued to roll my hips against hers.
She hadn’t even opened her eyes before I had her over my shoulder. We were in our bedroom in a dozen steps, Rory’s body bouncing when I threw her onto the mattress. Her eyes widened at the look on my face once I had her splayed out in front of me, and I wasted no time stripping her of the clothes keeping us apart.
I crawled up her body, nipping at her bare skin, taking my time as I laved my tongue across the hard points of her nipples until she was writhing on the bed, desperate for more. When I refused to move further than her breasts, Rory’s hand inched between her legs, and I growled at the movement.
“Don’t you dare, meri jaan. All your orgasms are mine.”
To prove my point, I roughly pinned both of her hands above her head while my free hand slid down her body, my fingertips running through the arousal pooling between her legs. I circled her clit with a fingertip, using my body to hold Rory at my mercy while I took my time working her back up with my fingers.
She was so responsive, whines falling from her mouth as I eased off her clit to reach back up and tweak a nipple. But I was too desperate for another of her orgasms, and I pushed two fingers into her roughly, finger-fucking her with quick, precise thrusts that hit the spots I knew got her to the edge quickly.
My thumb pressed on her clit as I fucked into her, and too quickly, she was falling over the edge, calling my name with a shout as her pussy clenched around my fingers.
Once she stopped shaking, I nudged her knees apart with my hands, groaning at the wetness soaking her thighs. I didn’t waste time swiping my tongue through her arousal, lapping at her entrance as Rory’s thighs continued to shake with the aftershocks from her orgasm. My fingers didn’t pause theirmovement, and I watched as Rory’s pussy swallowed the length of my fingers.
“Fucking addicted to the taste of you, the feel of you, the look on your face when you come.” I murmured against her skin, so quiet I wasn’t even sure if she could hear me. “I'm going to make you come until you're hoarse from screaming my name. Until we're both soaked from your come.”
I’d only gotten her to three back-to-back orgasms in the past week, backing off when she was crying from the pleasure of it, when she was too tired to keep moving. But tonight I needed more, needed to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body, so that she knew who she belonged to. So she would know I wasn’t holding any piece of myself back.
I didn’t hold back, sucking her clit between my teeth as my fingers kept up their movement. Rory started moving up the bed, trying to escape the pleasure I was forcing on her, but I wrapped an arm across her hips, holding her still as I wrenched a third orgasm from her.
She was sobbing my name when I finally pulled my fingers out, the bed soaked beneath her from the orgasms I’d wrangled out of her. But she still wasn’t destroyed enough, not now that I’d unleashed the possessive, insatiable monster I truly was around my wife. I wanted her unable to move, her muscles so tight they burned, broken beneath me from the pleasure I’d given her.
She watched as I sucked my fingers into my mouth, the taste of her another addiction to add to the list. Then I grabbed her by the ankles, flipping her onto her stomach and roughly urging her onto her knees as I made my way behind her.
I’d been fucking into her slow this past week, letting her adjust to me, but I didn’t bother this time, plunging into her in one go, holding her by the shoulder so she couldn’t escape the sudden fullness.
She screamed, clenching around me, and I lost it, my hand reaching out to wrap around the ponytail she constantly wore, as if she didn’t know how much it drove me crazy. I fisted the length of hair, pulling until her back arched and I could fuck her even deeper.
Every inch of my control was gone. The only things in my head were the feel of Rory under me and around me, the texture of her hair under my fingers and the sound of her sobs mixed with my name and the sounds of her pleasure. Which was likely why the next words fell from my mouth without preamble.
“Tell me you love me.”
“Dev, I -” She faltered halfway through speaking, and I cut her off, too worried the next words would be the ones I didn’t want to hear.
“You’ll grow to love me.” Even I could hear the desperation in my words, my thrusts picking up as she sobbed out another orgasm beneath me. “I’ll keep you safe, I’ll give you everything you need, I’ll make you come until you can’t breathe without loving me.”
My words were the truth. I’d love her, take care of her, fuck her until she fell for me. There wasn’t any other choice for her, really.
I slipped my fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit until her latest orgasm stretched into another, the shape of my name hoarse on her lips. But the rasp of it in her voice was enough to send me spiraling to my own release. I bit down roughly on her shoulder, teeth holding her in place as I came inside her.
I stayed buried in Rory long after we’d both finished coming, loving the feel of being inside her more than I cared to clean up. Rory was limp after the orgasms I’d pulled from her, and her breathing evened out in sleep before I’d even softened inside her.
When the sweat started cooling on my skin, I finally slipped out of her, a primal part of my brain loving the sight of my come seeping out of her. But I still set out to clean it up, wetting a washcloth and running it gently between her legs before I tucked her under the covers. I climbed in behind her, wrapping my arms around her before sleep pulled me under.
I wokeup as the sun rose, pinks and oranges of the sunrise peeking over the tops of the trees that made up the view from our bedroom window. I’d learned Rory was a heavy sleeper that first night we slept together, when I’d wrapped her hair around my fist in a rehearsal of what I’d done last night. It had been confirmed every morning I’d woken up next to her, and the ease with which I snuck around without waking her was another thing to protect her from.
I showered quickly, scrubbing Rory’s scent off my chin and my cock, though I was all too eager to soak her back up as soon as possible. I dressed quickly, sneaking downstairs to make her breakfast. I’d made her a variety of things this past week, but after the night before, I had too much excited energy, so I settled on making something that took effort.
I pulled out a bowl, mixing the eggs, milk, flour, sugar, and water until the thin batter came together. I heated the crepe pan over the stove before pouring in the batter, watching it closely until it was time to flip it.
In between crepes, I went about making Rory’s morning chai, warming the milk and water on the stove with my ground spices until it simmered. The scent always infused the kitchen, and I knew Rory would emerge soon from the bedroom, the sounds and smell of breakfast usually enough to get her out of bed. Iadded the tea and sugar last, letting it simmer for a few minutes before I strained out the solids and set the warm mug on the kitchen island.
But as the seconds turned into minutes, I wondered if Rory had been too wrung out, if she was still asleep in bed. I padded upstairs with her chai in one hand and a plate of crepes in the other, stuffed with strawberries and whipped cream.
I opened the bedroom door, expecting Rory to still be asleep, only to fit her sitting, fully dressed, on the edge of the bed. She looked sated and used, her cheeks still flushed, hair tangled at the ends from where I’d handled it the night before, and just the sight of her had me wanting to bend her over the mattress and do it all over again.
