Page 105 of Tragic Empire

I have to cover my mouth to muffle a whimper, not wanting to be caught before I’ve gotten my fill. My hips swivel in a slow, sensual circle, savoring the way Cassio’s cock throbs inside of me.

“God,” I whisper, gasping and continuing to rock back and forth.

Breaths growing shorter and shallower, I lose some of my composure. Every movement becomes more erratic, an undeniable climax approaching fast. Throwing my head back, a silent scream of pleasure aches in my throat. My pussy spasms around his length, clenching and squeezing as spots dance in my vision.

Cum soaks my thighs and drips onto Cassio’s pelvis, but I don’t feel him orgasm with me. What Idofeel? His eyes snapping open and his hands clasping around my hips.

He doesn’t take a moment to recover, flipping me onto my stomach with the barest effort. His lips meet the shell of my ear and his deep raspy voice makes me whimper. “Did you enjoy that, Wife?Did you like using my cock as your personal toywithout permission, hmm?”

“Yes,” I croak, feeling his large hand snake into my hair.

He tugs the hair close to my scalp, fisting the damp strands into a tight grip. “Yeah? I could fucking tell with how hard you came, darling girl. You soaked me and the sheets, didn’t you?”

Bloody hell,I think automatically. Cassio taking charge after such a strong orgasm has my brain swimming.

His hand suddenly bounces off my ass with a crispsmack.

“Didn’t you?” he repeats firmly, not appreciating my delayed response.

“Oh God,” I moan. “Yes, Cassio.”

“My slutty little wife, using me in my sleep,” he tsks, his voice raspy and dangerous. “What did you think I would do if you woke me up while having your fun, baby? Did you think I’d let you get away with it, huh?”

“N-no,” I deny, shaking my head as much as his hold will allow.

“No, of course you didn’t,” he agrees, quickly spanking me again.Harder, this time. A gasp flies from my mouth and he chuckles. “Did you think I wouldpunishyou, Ana? Did youwantme to?”

“I-I,” my voice stammers, and my mind whirls as he slaps my ass twice more. I feel some of my release starting to seep between my thighs as I grow more aroused. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking wet.

“I, I?” he mocks, imitating me. “What’s wrong, baby?Is your brain still fried fromall of that work you just put in bouncing on my dick?”

“You liked it,” I accuse, wiggling to push my backside further against him.

“My, my, aren’t we feeling bold tonight,” Cassio drawls. “I think I like it better when you’re too exhausted to give me lip,dearest wife. What shall I do about that?”

“Use me in return?”

He groans huskily. “Good guess, baby.”

In a bold and swift thrust, Cassio plunges his cock into my dripping wet cunt. It’s tighter like this, his thick length stretching me further than riding him ever possibly could.

I cry out at the fullness, my scream muffling into the pillows. Cassio shows no mercy, pulling me up by my hair so that he can hear me.

“Don’t fucking hide from me,” he growls. “Every sound you make is fucking mine. Every little whimper and every single scream. Mine, Wife. Say it.”

“Yours,” I whine, gasping as he pulls back and snaps his hips forward. Having my way with him was spectacular, but this…God, I can never get enough.

“Cross your legs, Ana,” he instructs and I quickly comply. His fit inside of my pussy becomes even more snug with the action and my eyes threaten to roll. “Mmm, you listen so well when you want me to pound you into the mattress, don’t you, love? Greedy girl.”

“Yesss,” I hiss automatically.

Feeling Cassio take charge and be rough with me is indescribable. Fire sizzles through my blood with every move he makes, burying himself as far inside of me as he can get. He knows me like the back of his hand, touching exactly where I need, controlling my pleasure like it’s an art he’s mastered.

“You like when I treat you like my little whore, Wife?” he demands, punctuating his question with a hard thrust. “You like when I grab you by your hair and fill your needy little cunt full of my cock, don’t you?”

Gasping, I swallow hard. “I love it.”

I love you,I don’t say.