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Words that feed my soul.
I stand abruptly, removing every article of clothing in what feels like a blink of an eye and sink onto the mattress, crowding her. If she’s bothered, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she reaches between us andfists my aching, swollen cock, so heavy and ready for her, and coats it with her slick. Hot and slippery, she strokes me in near perfect glide.
“Put me in, Sabrina.”
And she does.
“Christ,” I groan out through gritted teeth at the satin heat wrapping around me, fitting me like a perfect glove as I sink into her fiery depths. I place a hand under her neck and land on my forearm, grasping damp, champagne tendrils. I lower my face until we’re nose to nose. “Did you know I’d be watching while Parker fucked you?”
“No,” she answers honestly.
“Did it feel good?” I pull out and slam back in, deeper, harder, loving the sensation of her taut nipples rubbing against my chest.
“Yes!”
“Good fucking girl, being so honest with your husband.”thrust.“He pumped you”thrust“so full of cum,”thrust“didn’t he, wife?”thrust thrust thrust.
She doesn’t answer,can’tanswer. I’m so fucking deep inside, she’s gasping with every thrust. I pull out and flip her on all fours, shoving her head down, and bringing her hips to mine. Positioning myself, I shove back into her roughly. She cries out, her fingers clutch the sheets, knuckles white. I bow over her, trying to hold back from coming, reveling how different this position feels, how much deeper I am, how fucking wet my wife is. I spank her then piston my hips, rutting into my sweet, delicate little wife.
“Answer me, Duchess.”thrust“Did he leave behind so much cum for me to find you slick and glossy?”
“Yes!” she gasps out.
“And look how much better you take my dick now, wife. How does it feel?”
“Like fire…” she moans and I know exactly what she means, because every time I pull out, my dick races to return to her heat. So hot, pleasure licks down my spine, curling around my balls, wanting to give it right back. To deliver every ounce of myself and spill directly into her fucking womb.
“Maksim!”
“Where am I?”
“In my tummy...” she makes sweet little sounds between moans and gasps, and it makes me feel so fucking powerful; to know I’m giving my wife so much fucking pleasure.
I lean over and lick up her spine, still pumping my hips in the same rhythm. “That’s right. He stretched this pretty little pussy out and abused it, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” she sobs.
I spank her in rapid succession. Her pussy clenches around me and when she cries out my name once more, I ask, “What do you want, Duchess? Hmm? Mercy?”
She surprises me with, “No!More!Fuck me like you hate me. Give me your anger, Maksim, please. Make me feel it.”
So I do. While I don’t feel betrayed, I feel left out. I wanted to be in the room while she came all over Parker’s cock. I pound into her with abandon, shoving my hand back into her honey-blonde waves. I wrap it around my wrist and pull, then put my other hand on her shoulder so she can't come up. And right when I think I've punished her cunt enough, she grips me tight, her back arches, and liquid heat squirts out of her. My wifesquealsfor me.
Fuck me.
I need that again.
I flip her around again on her back, and this time,I’mthe one begging for more. I’m the one asking to give me another one, shoving her thighs apart. I grab the tops of them and go harder, while she reaches down and plays with her clit, rubbing it in tight circles quickly.
“Don’t stop! Please!”
“I’m gonna fucking come so deep inside you, Duchess. Give me another one.”
“Don’t f-fuck-ing st-stop! I’m right-oh god!Maksim!” she shouts and drenches me, her pussy squeezing me so tight, it’s like every grasp is milking me and pushing me out at the same time. I shove myself deeper to feel it all, and I fucking come and come andcomeinto her sweet little cunt, so hard I collapse onto her, trembling. I shove my hands beneath her and roll onto my back, so I don't squish her. I clutch her to me, unwilling to let her go, feeling my cum leak out of her around me, dripping down to my balls. But I'll worry about that later. I’ll change the sheets later.
I’m not finished with her.
I will never be finished with her.