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“Fuck you,” I snarl.
“Oh, you definitely will, little wife,” he growls, his hand coming down. Again, it makes contact with my burning flesh.
“Stop.”
He pauses, rubbing my cheeks in firm strokes, soothing and deepening the ache at the same time.
“Now, see. That could happen if you really wish. If I stop, I won’t touch you again because that means you were serious about defying me and you want that cheesing sycophant, not the man you let be the first to split this pussy open. The one you’ve been wanting to fuck since you were sixteen.”
I gasp.
“Oh?” He chuckles lowly and cruelly. “You thought I didn’t know? Yeah, another reason I should hate you.” He slaps my ass so hard, my teeth rattle. “I’ve spent my whole life trying not to be like him—a fucking predator—but your fucking lies have made me exactly that. I will never forgive your ass for that.”
He spanks me so hard for the next few minutes, tears are streaming down my face, but something else happens in the process. My pussy starts pulsating to the steady rhythm every time he makes contact. It feels like he’s shoving his heavy dick inside me.
Wetness slips out of me and down my legs.
“Look at your nasty little ass loving it.” He smears his fingers in the evidence of my arousal. “Taste how much you like my discipline.”
Pushing his long slick fingers into my mouth, he doesn’t give me a chance to move my head, only tightens his hold where he’s held my arms high on my back. After gasping at the ache, I moan when he shoves his fingers past my tongue, making me taste my own juices.
My tummy drops, and my pussy clenches, making me squeeze my thighs in response.
“See how pretty you cream for me. It will be my name you scream when I split this motherfucker open tonight. I going to break you, little wife,” he cruelly promises.
Why does my body spasm so deliciously hard to the prospect?
“No.” Wiggling, I try to get out.
“No?” He spanks me repeatedly in response, hard and fast. “No?” he demands as he wrings a soul-shattering orgasm from my body.
“Oooh,” I cry, my body shuddering as my come rains down my legs.
Pulling me off his lap, he lays me on the bed. Squeezing my legs closed as I shudder from the aftershocks, I curl into a fetal position, my thighs tight after the sensations he’s wrought.
“Let me see that pretty-ass pussy.” He grabs my thighs, spreading me before him like a banquet.
Watching him like in stunned amazement, I don’t miss when he bites his lip nor when he closes his eyes and fists his big-ass dick.
“Damn girl, she’s gaping, begging me to fill her up. She knows who she belongs to. You’re the one with the problem. Say his name again,” he taunts, daring me like I won’t.
Bet. “Blay,” I say through clenched teeth.
It’s like his eyes shimmer. His body pulls taut like he’s been strung back on a bow. His face hardens to beyond granite; he’s laser-etched diamond, and he looks down on me with a feral ferocity.
He falls on me, burying his face in my pussy like it’s a feast. There are no gentle nuzzles. He pulls my clit into his mouth, lashing me repeatedly. His tongue swirls, sucks, and laves, only to pull back and skeet all my juices back on my pussy to then lick it up again, and again, and again.
“Mathias,” I scream, arching into the fast flicks of his tongue as I come.
“Uh-uh, don’t call me now, little wife.” His laughter has an unhinged quality.
I realize then I pushed him too far.
“Yeah,” he sneers, seeing the realization I’ve come to. “You’re going to learn tonight.”
Leaning down, he blows a cool, soothing breath on my mound. “So pretty, so fat,” he praises. “Play with her. Rub your hand down the seam.”
Falling back in his haunches, he grabs his dick at the base, watching lazily as I do as he says.
