Page 113 of Thorns of Deceit

“Yes,” I panted. “God, Aiden… Please fuck me.”

He removed his fingers from my pussy and traced backward, stopping over the forbidden hole. I shifted away, but he quickly reprimanded me with a sharp smack.

“Don’t move.”

I instantly stilled and his finger started massaging my wetness into the soft skin of my back entrance. His finger slid into me and a shiver ran through my body. I pulled away again.

Smack.

My ass cheek burned, but he soothed it in the next breath, rubbing his palm over the sting.

He slid his finger into my back entrance again. His finger was too big, but it felt so damn incredible.

Smack.

“Fuck, Aiden,” I cried out.Smack.“Just fuck me already. I can’t wait anymore.”

He chuckled darkly, his finger sliding deeper, and my body responded in kind, opening for him further. I looked over my shoulder, my husband’s hard body poised behind me.

He was still dressed for Christ’s sake, and I was panting here, grinding my ass onto his finger.

“You like my finger in your ass,” he crooned. “Sweet lovemaking doesn’t do it for you, wife.”

“Your dick does, so, please… Give it to me,” I panted, shudders dancing down my spine.

He grabbed my hair and tugged my head backward so he could lock eyes with me. My scalp protested in pain, but my body didn’t care. It was eager to obey.

His big body covered mine and he craned my neck back even more, pressing a hard kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“Was that an order?” he asked.

I shook my head and rasped, “No.”

He let go of my hair and reached around my body to circle my clit. “Too bad.”

He slid two fingers into my core, delving into my wetness and then spreading it down and up my entrance while his finger resumed working in and out of my dark hole.

“Ahhhh…” I moaned.

“I want your every heartbeat, every breath, because fuck if I am going at it alone, wife.”

I had no idea what he was saying, lost to his dominance.

The sound of a zipper cut through and made me pause, my breath hitching.

“Aiden,” I begged, unable to control this hunger. “I need you. Please… Fuck… Me…”

He drove his cock deep inside of me, and the throbbing ache instantly intensified.

Hard and ruthless, each thrust drove him to new lengths, hitting my G-spot.

“Yes… Yes…” I chanted.

There was nothing else in this moment, just us and this pleasure. His powerful thrusts jolted my body forward, the sheets rubbing against my sensitive nipples. Delirium swam through my brain, and I felt intoxicated.

“Give me your mouth,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. I turned my head and reached blindly. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and hungry as his body powered forward.

Pleasure built higher and higher. My stomach muscles coiled, my pussy clenched, and my orgasm shattered through me.