Page 31 of Resurrect Me

“Yes, Daddy!” She screams. “Harder!”

I pull backwards then slam it back into her and smack her ass again as I do. She yelps and pushes backwards on me.

“Aren’t you a good little Princess?” I say and close my eyes. I can’t believe I’m finally getting to fuck my hot wife again. “I’vemissed this big ass. This tiny pussy.” Wait. Did I say that out loud? No. Keep going. Who cares.

I’m fucking her harder and harder, until her legs start to shake, and she bites down on the pillow. An orgasm engulfs her entire body, and she collapses on the bed.

“Did that feel good?” I ask her. “Get up here, I’m not done with you yet.” I say and reposition her into a kneeling position. I slide my cock back inside of her then reach forward and grab her ponytail. I move in and out of her, tilting my dick enough so that it massages her g-spot. At the same time, I’m pulling her hair as I ride her relentlessly.

“Oh, fuck yes!” She screams, moaning wildly. Pushing harder and harder into me. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long!”

“Well, you have me,” I grunt. I don’t know how many minutes go by, but I make her cum four or five more times. To the point she’s quaking underneath me and begging me to stop.

“Please, no more, Daddy! I can’t…take…anymore,” she pleads. Then moans again.

“You can always use the safe word,” I remind her.

“No,” she whimpers. “I can take it.”

It’s so fucking hot in this room and the mask is incredibly uncomfortable. I can hardly breathe. But I continue ravaging this sweet body of hers, paying special attention to the positions that make her tremble the most. I’ve been holding off but can’t tolerate it anymore. I’m ready to cum.

I lean over and ask, “where do you want me to cum, Babydoll?”

“Inside of me,” she squeaks.

I almost panic. But then remember, this is my fucking wife and she’s telling me to do it.

I grab her hips and pump my cock into her one last time. I let out a groan and release into her, as she’s screaming my name and peaking at the same time.

I collapse onto the bed beside her. She’s lying stomach down, still cuffed to the headboard. I survey my damage. Bruised ass, check. Red pussy, check. Messy hair, check. Panting and smiling wife, check.

She turns her face towards me and says, “hey, hotshot. Wanna uncuff me?”

I stand, nod silently, and reach into the cup on the dresser where we keep the cuff keys. Walk over to her and unlock the cuffs. She leaps up, jumps up onto the bed, puts her hands on her hips, stares into my eyes through the mask and says, “How did you know where the keys were, hmm? I fucking caught you, Solomon Rountree!”

Chapter 18

Tacy

“How could you do that to me? To your kids?” I ask as I don a robe from the back of the bathroom door. The words just come pouring out. I can’t stop them. And I shouldn’t have to.

He’s not answering me. Just sitting on the bed, staring at me through that stupid fucking dead president’s mask.

“Sol?” I huff. “Or Aris or whatever the fuck your name is…are you going to answer me?”

He reaches for the back of his head, then pulls the mask off. And I want to cry and scream at the same time. It’s him. It’s my husband.

“I had to do it,” he says. “To keep you and the children safe.”

Just hearing his voice, the voice I thought I’d never hear again, I drown in a rainbow spectrum of emotions. I fall to the ground. I’ve cried more for this man than anyone else my entire life. And here I am, weeping again. I’m cycling between being furious and joyful.

He kneels beside me, gathers me into his arms, and pulls me close to him. I bury my face in his big shoulder and allow the grief to pour out of me.

“I’m sorry, Tacy,” he whispers in my ear and smooths the hair out of my face. “Truly. I never wanted to hurt you. Or Cammy. Or Ben. But I had to hide. There are bad men who want to kill me. Who tried to kill me. And if they knew that I survived, they would come after you and the kids.”

Aris, my resurrected husband, rocks me back and forth, and I inhale his scent. Did he think he could get away with it? That I wouldn’t know who he is? Noone else could ever fuck me like that. Noone else knows how to play games with me, destroy me, and then love me even harder. No one except Sol…Aris.

We sit on the floor for what feels like an hour, until everything goes quiet. I pull back and wipe the tears from my face. I gaze deep in his emerald eyes and say, “welcome back from the dead, Baby.”

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