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King pulls back just long enough to let go of his cock, swipe his whole hand down my slit, gathering the wetness on his palm, then wrapping his hand back around his length.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, the sight of that burned into my memory forever.
My pussy clenches around nothing until he starts to shove his fingers back inside me, and it feels so good. It all feels so goddamn good.
“Again, Wife.” King’s eyes bore into mine. “Tell me who I am.”
We stare at each other, as he strokes his hard cock, with his fingers sliding in and out of me. And I tell him who he is.
“My King,” I whisper. “My husband,” I promise.
CHAPTER56
King
“My husband.”
I pull my fingers from her depth, sliding them up to rub at her clit, even as I stand.
“Grab those tits.”
Savannah doesn’t hesitate, too far gone to argue, she reaches up and pushes her big tits together.
“Pinch those nipples,” I tell her, feeling her pussy start to spasm against my fingertips.
She moans and her fingers do as I say, rolling the little peaks.
“Are you gonna come, Baby? You gonna come for your husband?” She nods. “Say it,” I growl, tightening my grip on my cock.
“I’m…” her eyes close and her head tips back. “Oh fuck, my husband is making me come.”
Then she does. Her mouth opening, her body shaking.
But it’s the light glinting off her new shiny ring as her fingers squeeze her nipples that’s my final straw.
With a loud groan, I shoot ropes of my release across her jiggling tits, marking her as mine.
CHAPTER57
Savannah
I drop backonto the comforter when King steps into the bathroom.
I’m panting like I just ran for my life, which I have some experience with now. But this…
A shiver, not of cold, rolls over my skin.
It might be the intensity of the man himself, or the intensity of all our sexual interactions, but there’s something forming between us.
And ours might be a bond that started in trauma, but it doesn’t feel like that anymore.
King steps back into the room, holding a wet cloth.
Sapped of all energy, I let him clean his mess off me without offering to help.
Instead, I lift my hand to look at the ginormous ring.
“You like it?”