My husband pushed up and I nearly cried, grabbing onto him.
The waves were still ripping through me with such force my body twisted and turned. It was so sweet and sour it left even my skin sizzling.
My eyes rolled in and just when I thought it couldn’t be better a mouth latched on my sex and my husband began eating my cum. He was impatient and unkind about it. His tongue was large and thick, pressing on my clit to leave me trembling even more before he moved back.
Cool air kissed my dripping pussy before something hard and warm pressed on my sex.
My eyes pushed wide open, gasping hard.
My thighs moved to close but he was there, in between my legs. I shuffled back, shaking my head in all the dilemma I was in.
He gripped my waist with force, pulling me back to him but I screamed, my legs moving to kick him.
He gripped my leg.
I scrambled away, wiggling my leg for him to let go. In that, my body turned, my belly on the bed with my ass to him. I quickly shuffled away, about to slip off the bed but he pulled me back as I screamed hard.
He flipped me back around and pushed my legs apart.
“Fuck you!” I screamed.
He pushed my legs apart and pulled me to him as I thrashed. I felt him position himself. His hand pressed my belly down. I trembled hard, fighting him as best as I could. His cock was rubbed on my wet cunt, feeling his precum mix with mine before he slammed hard in me.
The air was knocked out of me. I went still, staring right at him with eyes wide and mouth agape.
My fingers and toes curled with the cry dragged down from my belly.
My pussy clenched around his thick cock, him buried deep in me, frozen in place.
I heaved, not able to take enough breath but how could I when he was fat in me? I felt full, stuffed to the maximum capacity.
The waves hit hard all of a sudden and I found my body convulsing as the orgasm hit hard. I twisted left and right, biting my lip hard only to let go and moan so hard.
My husband didn’t dare move.
My hands curled into fists, hitting the bed over and over as I gasped from the pleasure.
“Such a filthy whore.”
If I hadn't been deep in pleasure I would have agreed. I was a filthy whore, dirty shameless slut that liked being taken so brutally.
“Fuck!” I screamed and that’s when he began moving.
His hand came around my neck before he pulled his shaft back then slammed hard in me again. I was fighting because the pleasure would kill me.
It sparked all through my body. My head bent backwards, my feet pushing back and forth. His other hand went to my clit, rubbing as he nailed me to the bed with his cock.
The pain and the pleasure sent me spiraling.
I always knew I would go to hell for even dreaming of such things but I never knew the husband I never wanted would bring my darkest fantasies to life.
He nailed harder and faster. I was drunk at that time, drunk on him.
My body shook so hard as he let go of my neck only to grip it again. The orgasm rode from my core to my toes with me gasping out.
“ UUHHH!”
I was going to burn in hell for this.
My hands were in fists, hammering them on his chest as he tore me apart with his cock.
His hand let go, giving me the chance to take in air. My eyes closed. He held me down with both hands and went harder and faster.
Everything left me. My brain dissolved as my body gave way to the pleasure.
“Oh my God.” I groaned.
Even my pussy trembled from his pounding as waves of orgasm took over me with such force.
“Yes yes yes!” I screamed.
His own groans were fuel to my fire. Beads of sweat on both of us. His tattoos spread all through his chest and abs. I ran my hands through them, feeling so many scars underneath. As if triggering him, he went crazy on me.
My eyes closed, taking it in. The orgasm came back ten times bigger than the last. I couldn’t even scream, my chest arched upwards.
He collapsed on me, his weight burying me down with his cock going deeper. I would die, die by his cock.
“Fuck’n slut. You like this?”
My body shuddered and I found myself shaking my head no.
“You want this?”
I swallowed.
“No.” It was more like a moan and that was it for him.
His whole body shook.
“ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I couldn’t help but shake with him. My hands clung onto him as if he was my last breath.
We burst together and somehow, coming together made it even better. We jerked together. Strong arms held me tighter with his powerful thrusts blowing my mind.
I wanted it, I needed it. That moment of vulnerability right before he comes. That moment where it seems like he would do anything to just spill in me. My legs opened wide with him burying his seed so deep in me I felt it spray out.
My eyes closed, heart jumping in my chest as I clung onto the little heaven he had just shown me.
The pain was what brought me from my dream. It was piercing through my body so intensely I was paralyzed. I blinked in a state of shock. My head lay on my arms, my front pressed to the bed. White sheets stared back at me and I groaned. The pain was so intense I decided to just lay there for as long as I could until my bladder cried out for help. I groaned out, shifting in bed only to wince painfully. It hurt like hell. I clenched my hands and took a deep breath only to attempt to move again. It felt as if I had just given birth. The pain left me pale. What had I been thinking?Finally, I could stand and I stared down at the sheets. A bloody stain stared back at me. Flashes from the previous night greeted me and I groaned out. The shame finally settled and left me feeling like shit. How could I have done that? How could I have entertained that? I had only told Tate of my dark twisted fantasies and he had laughed at my face before promising to try it once we were married. I
I watched the car drive off from the window. The disappearance of the car had me springing to action. I canvased his closet until I found money. Only a mafia man would have a bag full of cash just sitting there.I packed it all in my bag then packed a few clothes. I strapped on my sneakers then ran downstairs. The pain could wait. I dashed out the door, knowing it was too good to be true but nonetheless, I took the risk.I ran down the drive way and climbed out the gate. It was too easy, I knew. I slowly ran down, keeping a steady pace and bearing through the pain. I got to town after some time and took a cab straight out of town.With the money on me I could go hide anywhere for a few weeks but somehow I found myself going to school. My life as I knew it was over. I just needed to say goodby
A scream pulled from me only for it to be muffled.My heart went from a steady resting beat to haywire.My body shook, my chest burning with no air coming in.My eyes flickered open to darkness only for my face to be pressed on the pillow hard.A hand was around my mouth and nose, cutting any force of life from being drawn.Tears filled my eyes, fear paralyzing me.My screams echoed from my throat.The hand pressing me down moved yet a much bigger weight lay heavy on me.I felt my shorts being pulled down. I tried to fight but I couldn’t
My hand ran through my collar.The swelling had gone down a little.“You’re mine.” I whispered as I ran my finger through the words tattooed on my skin. I trembled not knowing what to do. I hadn’t slept a wink because each time I closed my eyes I felt as if someone was ontop of me. A shudder ran through me.My stomach cried out and I couldn’t recall the last time I ate.I went down the stairs and prepared myself a sandwich, taking a few bites before I threw it in the bin.I couldn’t just accept the life he was forcing me in. I refused. I was not going to be the little obedient idiot. Fuck him.What was I suppo
It didn’t come as a shock when I woke up alone and also went back to bed alone. To prevent myself from going insane I went to town the next day with the driver to get a phone and new bedroom decor because I had made myself hate pink.The third day was spent changing the room and adding some touches around the house.My phone sat staring at me as I resisted calling my friends, mostly, Tate.I missed them.And I missed him.I typed his number over and over yet stopped myself from calling each time.Nothing could happen between him and I. I would only be putting him in danger. I was married, there was no going around that. And the explaining
“Serene?” The name came again and my whole body bore through a quiver.Fuck, fuck, and fuck!Think of the devil and he will appear.My heart was in my throat.Slowly, I turned around, the other women staring with raised eyebrows. I gulped the rest of the drink to fully turn.“Tate.”He was gorgeous as always in his expensive suit.His eyes were wide, taking steps to close the gap between us.I should have taken a step back but everything had just left me frozen.He pul
A hand gripped me from behind.It was that painful grip on my waist that brought the tears forth. The pain shot through as his hand dug into my side. Kein brought me to his side before turning around.“What did I say about making me look weak.” His voice was rippling with such anger and he did not even have to tell me to get my shit together.His strides were fueled by his anger and the closer we got to the door the quicker I wiped my tears away. It was a matter of accepting that my life was over and bearing through what was to come. More tears came and I found the sob breaking out again. I pressed my shaking hand to my mouth and sniffled it back. We stopped and I knew Kein was waiting for me to get it together. I wiped my tears as best as I could but I could feel my face red as i
I had met my breaking point and I was happy my husband was not there to see it.I could barely get out of bed. I didn’t want to eat. I didn’t want to do anything besides lay in bed or stare out from the window seat.The phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts.I stared at it, seeing my father’s caller ID. I didn’t want to talk to anyone but I didn’t want him to worry about me.“Hi Dad.”“Hi baby, how are you princess?”I was drowning. I was in my head and my head was hell.“I am good Dad.”