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My nails cut into the flesh of arms at his words. I moan.
He pushes deep. “Take that shit down your throat like a good little whore.”
My pussy spasms as his grip tightens in my curls, and hot jets of his come coat my throat.
My whole front is wet when he pulls me to my feet. He seems to take a quick assessment of my well-being before stripping the shirt over my head. Reaching between my breasts, I unclasp my bra under his inscrutable gaze.
After pushing my pants down, I step out of them and kick them free. I look back at him, unflinching at the mix of hatred and lust mingled there. I’m used to it at this point. I may as well make myself at home with his animosity.
Mathias takes off the rest of his clothes in much the same fashion, even kicking the pants aside like I did.
He walks me back until the backs of my knees hit the sofa. I move to scoot back, but he plucks me up, placing me on the top edge of the sofa, pushing my legs until they’re in a split. “Okay, Little Miss Acrobat, let’s see if you can hold that position.”
Stepping back, he looks at me splayed before him, totally bare, open and ready for him. The sofa cushions dip when he places one knee and then the other on the edge. Bending, he swipes his tongue along my right, then left inner thigh, lapping up the juices spurred by sucking his dick.
“So fucking sweet.” He muses, “Who knew a curvy little liar could taste so good?” His eyes meet mine for a long moment before he bends his head. His mouth covers my whole pussy, and he sucks and sucks. Taking me in long drags like he’s trying to gain sustenance, Mathias groans, and I can see his hand moving to jack his dick. His tongue lashes and swirls, teasing, taking me higher. He doesn’t let me get to the highest height, moving away just as my orgasm approaches. His clever mouth sucks and nips my pussy lips, making me shudder. He blows warmth onto my hard clit before bypassing it, licking around it, dipping into my hole, tonguing me for endlessly.
“Please,” I beg when he denies my orgasm the third time.
“No, little wife. I have to be thorough. You’re a liar. How do I know you haven’t lied about this? How do I know you’re not faking?” He shakes his head coldly, with mock pity, bending his head to continue this torture.
“Mathias,” I urge, pumping my hips meeting him as he tongues fucks me. “Never about this. Baby, I promise. Never, ohmygoodness.” Little shudders wrack my body but nothing like what I need.
“That’s my pretty, needy little wife. Fuck my face. Beg me, and I might let you come.” He chuckles wickedly, fisting his dick, squeezing the base.
“You’re not being fair, you petty bitch,” I growl, out of my mind with edging.
For a moment, I think he’s going to stop; instead, he slowly eases two long fingers inside me.
“Petty bitch?” He quirks his brow, finger fucking me in languid strokes. His eyes are like mercury when I meet them. The only thing that gives any indication he’s bothered in the least is the clenching of his jaw. Ever so slowly he fucks me. “Look at how pretty she is, taking my fingers.” He flashes me one of his beautiful smiles. He bites his lip as he concentrates on his task.
“Oh, please.” I pant as he picks up his pace. “Please.” Rocking into his hand, I fuck myself on his fingers, meeting every thrust.
Soon his hand is slapping against me as we collide. Then he twists and curves his fingers just so in fast movements making an incredible pressure rise low in my pelvis. His mouth covers me, his tongue lashing my clit in vicious licks. I spiral out of control, my body spasming as liquid gushes from me. Mathias continues to lick as my come squirts all over his face and down his chest.
I slip down the couch like a melted ice cream on the sidewalk.
“Uh-uh, you were probably lying just then.”
I’m not even looking at him, but I can imagine the sarcasm etched on his handsome face.
Pulling me back up, he puts me on my hands and knees over the ottoman. “Petty bitch,” he murmurs, standing in front of me. I watch as he runs his hand down his front, rubbing in my juices. He takes the two fingers he used to make me come with and pushes them deep into my mouth. Without hesitation, I suck. Moving them in and out, he says, “You’re so good at this. I knew you would be, little wife.”
Pulling them free, he moves behind me, trailing his hand from my nape to the top of my ass.
He lines up behind me. I feel the big velvet-smooth head of his dick against my pussy’s dripping entrance. With slow deliberation, he presses in while his other hand plays with my other tight hole.
“I love splitting this pussy open.” He presses inside both entrances, using my wetness to ease the way. “If I keep this pussy, mouth, and ass filled, maybe your little ass won’t lie to me again.” He slams home with enough force to make my breath rush out and my eyes roll back. He pistons inside me with a relentlessness like never before. His hands move from my waist to my throat as he holds me down, fucking me, possessing me down to every fiber of my being.
There is cognitive dissonance in the way he’s ruthlessly fucking me and giving me pleasure at the same time. Both my pussy and ass feel so full. He going to break me, and I’m going to let him. Hell, I’m cheering him, saying, “Yes.”
Meanwhile, his big-ass dick slams home, trying to pulverize my pussy.
“Mathias!” I sob. “I can’t take it. Please let me come.” Begging, I’m hoping he’ll take mercy on me. Still, like the nasty little thing I am, I meet his every thrust, loving the way his heavy sac slaps against my pussy. Loving the messy sounds of my wet pussy taking him. Loving the feel of his nimble long fingers playing in my ass.
“Thi,” I say, breaking into a billion little pieces as bliss overtakes me.
He fucks me right through my orgasm, his dick giving me no mercy. He’s putting me through my paces. His body covers mine, crowding me, blanketing out everything but him. I’m in a cocoon of pleasure, inundated by every sensation he foists on me.
