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I smirked at the afterthought. At least she was trying. I had a feeling she was a little too lost to pay attention. Switching sides, I pressed down with the knife. Her moans grew louder at the sensation.
“Just listen to you,” I continued and tugged on her piercing a little harder. “So goddamn sexy, princess. I could listen to you all day.”
I made my way down her body, scraping the tip of my blade over her skin in spiraling trails of raised scratch marks. She was loud and uninhibited as her fingers clawed at the sheets. Her hips writhed against my weight, and I recognized her desperate little movements.
“Do you need to be touched, Genevieve?” I sank my teeth into her thigh. “Will you come all over the handle of my knife, my sinful, perfect fucking princess?”
“Please, Sir,” she begged, panting as she squirmed.
“No holding back for these next three orgasms, baby girl,” I ordered and flipped the blade of my knife shut. “I want you to let yourself feel every fucking thing the way you need to.”
Her attempt to respond fell apart in a strangled cry as I ran my tongue through her wetness and nipped at her piercing. I traced her clit with my tongue as I set the handle of my knife at her entrance. I watched her every fucking movement closely while I slowly pressed my knife inside her. Despite how I tried to give her body time to acclimate, Genevieve was lost in the sensations. Her hips rose off the bed and pushed it deeper inside her body.
“Oh, God.” She gasped, her breath hitching in her throat.
I remained silent and observant—and fucking hard as hell—as I lavished her clit with my tongue and meticulously fucked my wife with the knife’s handle. Jesus fuck, she was a sight to take in—completely engrossed in feeling everything. It was damn near enough to break a man’s resolve.
I tracked her sounds, her movements, and her body. She was so goddamn close.
“Come on, princess,” I coaxed. Reaching out, I laced my fingers through hers, giving her something to cling to as I picked up the pace. That little change was everything she needed to come on my knife. “There’s my good girl. That’s one. Two more to go before I fill your sweet pussy with my cock.”
Her body shuddered and her hips followed me as I withdrew the knife. Tossing it aside, I didn’t leave her wanting for more than a few fucking seconds as I repositioned between her legs. Her grip on my hand was damn near finger-breaking—more so than usual.
“Tell me where you are, Genevieve,” I ordered gently.
“Green,” she replied with a tremble in her voice.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” With new things, I liked to double-check.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Keep taking, princess. Don’t fucking ask.”
That was a fucking concept she struggled with probably more than anything else. I buried my face between her thighs, breathing her in deep and letting her scent fill every fucking part of me. Her grip on my hand tightened—the tiniest little demand she could fucking muster, impatient as always.
I took my time with her, coaxing out every moan, cry, and incomprehensible sound I could using just my tongue until she came again for me with my name on her lips. Her legs trembled while I rubbed her thigh gently, and her chest heaved rapidly with her panting.
“That’s two, princess,” I told her. I probably should’ve given her time to come down some to draw each orgasm out, but I didn’t. Instead, I dipped two fingers inside of her. I twisted and stretched them in a way I knew would affect the plug in her ass while I kept my attention on her clit—sucking, nipping, and licking. Everything I did was with precision, guaranteed to drag her from one orgasm right into the next.
“Oh!” Genevieve gasped. Back arching and chest heaving, her heels dug into my back. Her muscles pulsated around my fingers as she came all over again in a rush of heat that spilled onto my hand.
“That’s my fucking girl,” I praised as I cleaned her up in slow licks. She whimpered and twitched, extra sensitive to my tongue. I watched her closely for signs she couldn’t take anymore. If I had to stop, I would. However, as her breathing calmed, her hips rose more eagerly against my mouth. Fuck, my wife was eager perfection. I bit her thigh hard and enjoyed the little gasp she let out. “That’s three, princess.”
Moving fast, I grabbed her around the waist and flipped her on her stomach while she let out a yelp from surprise.
“Fuck, this ass,” I said as I smoothed my hands over her back and adjusted her hips. I pressed my thumb over the plug. She buried her face in the sheets, groaning. Reaching down, I yanked her head to the side and held her there. “Don’t fucking hide from me, princess. I want to hear every goddamn sound you make, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Good girl.” With one thrust, I filled her, groaning as her pussy clenched tight around my dick. I pushed her hips down onto the bed. From this angle, every thrust would push against the plug to double up on the fullness as I fucked her. I curled my hand around the back of her neck, holding tight, and dipped down to kiss her shoulder. Her hips wiggled as she pushed back against me, and I chuckled. “Always so fucking desperate, baby girl. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me, Genevieve,” I began and flexed my hips, reveling in the moan she let out, “do you want me to fuck you or do you need me to?”
“Need you to, Sir.” My fingers dug into her skin as she tried to wiggle back further. Her muscles spasmed, grasping my dick tighter, and I bit back a groan. Jesus fuck, she was already heading toward another orgasm. “Please, Sir.”
She didn’t have to ask twice—never would. I drove into her, letting the heat and wetness of her pussy consume me and tempt my control. I didn’t bother with going slow. I knew she didn’t want it, and I sure as fuck didn’t want it. Her loud cries and moans fueled the frenzy as the pulses of her muscles increased until her pussy had a vice grip on my dick.
