Page 106 of Precious Hazard

I squeeze her ass cheek and plunge my cock into her until I bottom out. “Do. Not. Call me that.”

Her slick, tight pussy embraces me as it does each time, spasming around my length in a euphoric rhythm. Again, it’s a battle for me to hold back, to continue rocking my hips and extend this moment. Wrapping her locks around my wrist, I fist her hair, tilting her head so I can consume that stubborn, snarky mouth of hers. I attack her lips with the same intensity as I slam into her pussy, claiming and punishing her all at once. Every moan that leaves her lips, every panting breath, I revel in each of those passionate sounds, thrusting harder and harder to wring more and more from her. We were made to be joined together. Our bodies fit so fucking perfectly.

This mind-blowing chemistry between us is so potent. My insatiable hunger for her makes me want to fuck her all the damn time. But that’s not the only thing I want. It hasn’t been for quite a while.

I want to watch as she does silly things like dismantle my coffee machine with a butter knife. Or as she drills useless holes in the drywall to add another bookshelf. Her crazy hair? Fuck, do I love it. Love seeing what insane updo she’s going to coax it into. And all the absurd outfits she comes up with to surprise the shit out of me. Her teasing. Each of the times she tried to piss me off in the beginning… I want more of that. All of it.

For it’s only now I understand the power of her spell. That unwavering tenacity of hers. I want to wake up every morning with her body draped over me. That was bliss. Absolute bliss. Having her sleep on top of me. That’s what I want, every damn day. And if need be, I’d suffer unending pig roasts. Put upwith obnoxious relatives. Drown in an ocean of unfamiliar food. If it meant she would stay.

Stay forever.

But she never would.

“Witch,” I growl as I pick up my tempo.

Tara’s moans grow into full-blown screams of ecstasy with every surge of my cock. Dear God! She is so beautiful. Flushed and unrestrained in my arms. Her entire body is shaking. Her nails sink like claws into my back. I’ve never seen a more magnificent sight than my wife teetering on the edge. Knowing that I brought her there.

“Has any man ever fucked you like this, made you choke on your own breath?” I demand. “Has anyone ever made you so wet that your cum runs down your legs to the floor? Have they?”

“No,” she gasps out.

“And no one but me ever will. You might not like me,gattina, but know this. I’ll cut off the dick of any man who dares to touch you. Or even simply comes close to you. You’re mine.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, sending rivulets of blood sliding down my skin.

“Now, maybe. But not once our time is up.”

“Now. Tomorrow. In a fucking year. A decade in the future. I don’t give a shit! I’ll make a eunuch out of any asshole who thinks he can have what belongs to me.”

Adjusting my stance, I change our position, slanting her hips so I can reach even deeper inside. Closer. I want us much closer. More connected, even though it’s impossible to be more physically close than we already are.

Her unrestrained cry breaks through the silence of the empty house. Rings off the walls as she oh so beautifully comes apart in my arms. I grit my teeth, urging myself not to let go, wanting to let her ride out her orgasm, wringing more of these sweet, sweet moans from her. Only after she starts coming down from her high do I submit to my own climax. Gripping that stubborn chin, I plunge inside my wife one more time and fuse my mouth to hers. She continues to tremble as I fill her with my seed. Mark her. Possess her. Claim her as mine. Revel in the pleasure that brings me.

Sheismine.

Elation.

Mine.

Rapture.

Mine.

Bliss.

But only for a little while.

Rage. Despair. Agony.

With her silky mane fisted in my hand, I bury my face against her neck. Breathing in her essence. Soaking her in while I still have the chance.

I fought so hard against these feelings. Against my inextricable need for her. This fierce grip she has on me. I made it my mission to convince both of us that our union was a horrible match.

What a dumb, blind idiot I am!

While doing my best to make my wife despise me, I’ve managed to fall hopelessly in love with her.

Chapter 23