Page 76 of Coercion

“My wife’s so eager to be fucked.” He says, lowering his mouth to my ear. “Let’s see if she’s so eager to come on my cock as she says she is.”

I let out a yelp as he pushes himself into me. He’s so big, so girthy that he stretches me to the point all the air is choked out of me and those piercings – they’re really not helping right now. My nails dig into the concrete, bits of it stick under them as I try to anchor myself.

“Fuck.” Preston groans. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

“I’m not on the pill.” I gasp.

He responds by sliding out and then slamming into me harder.

“Preston…” I cry. “I said…”

“I don’t give a fuck what you said.” He growls, silencing my protests.

I wiggle, whimpering, trying to get a better angle and he rewards me with another hard slap. “You’ll take what I give you, wife. You’ll keep your legs spread and you’ll let me have my fill until I’m done, do you hear me?”

It’s like he’s someone else entirely now, gone is the gentleness, gone is the considerate way he checks in on me. I don’t know who this Preston is but, as my own arousal grows, I don’t care. I want him to fuck me. I want him to use me. I want every piece of him that I can get.

And I need this moment here as much as he does.

He pulls out, one hand wrapping around my right leg to hold it up and the other wrenches my head back by my hair. He slams into me again, showing no mercy.

My face scraps against the bricks, my body takes the full impact and I let out a cry.

“You asked for this, Ruby. You begged for this. How does it feel? To be used like a common little whore?”

I bite my lip, refusing to answer and he lets out a laugh like he already knows what I’m thinking. He grinds against me, hitting something so deep inside I can’t hold the moan in.

“You like that?” He asks, his voice still sounding deadly cold. “You like how my cock feels when I’m buried inside you?”

I nod as best I can.

And his grip around my leg tighten. “Say it out loud. Say how much you enjoy your husband’s cock. Shout it so the entire bar can hear how much of a desperate little whore you are for me.”

“I like it.” I say as loud as I dare.

“Louder.” He growls, slamming into me and those piercings, fuck, those piercings, they push into me, they push against something I can’t explain.

I shudder, feeling so much arousal leaking out that I must be covering us both.

“I like it Preston. I like you using me.” I say but I don’t shout it. I don’t have the oxygen with everything that he’s doing to me. “I want you to use me.”

He groans as the sound of our flesh slapping fills the air. “You’re so fucking wet right now, Ruby. You’re dripping.”

“Come in me.” I gasp as my inner muscles seem to pulsate, seem to grip him like my body knows instinctively how to respond to all of this. “Come in me.”

He bites down on my shoulder. I let out a shriek as his teeth bury themselves in my skin. “Keep doing that.” He orders, like I have any semblance of control over my body right now.

“Keep fucking me, Preston.” I say back. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to end. And what’s more, I’m so afraid that when it does he’ll revert back to that protective person he was before, he’ll refuse to touch me unless I force it.

I shut my eyes, I let out one desperate moan after another. If anyone is even walking in the street outside they’ll hear everything.

“Preston.” I gasp.

He smacks my arse again, so much harder and the way I jolt makes those piercings tease my insides to the point I think I actually lose my mind. I start writhing, bucking, moving as much as this overbearing husband of mine will permit me.

“That’s right, Ruby.” He says picking up the pace, slamming into me so deliciously harder. “Come on my cock, scream like a good little wife and let everyone know who you belong to.”

“You.” I cry. “I belong to you.”