Page 92 of The Rejected Wife

She looks up at me, and blushes. I kiss her softly, then pull her close, and bend her over my arm. This need, to brand her in a way that ensures every male who comes within a foot of her knows she’s taken tightens my chest. I need…to rub myself into her, to proclaim to the elements that she belongs to me. I follow an instinct that comes from somewhere inside and deepen the kiss.

When I pull back, and straighten, she stares down between us as if not quite understanding the trickle of liquid making its way down her thigh, her calf, and to the floor.

"You—" She shakes her head. "Did you pee on me?"

"I did."

"That’s…just filthy.”

I nod.

“And obscene.”

I tilt my head.

“And indecent.”

I chuckle.

“And so, so, primitive." Her pupils dilate though, telling me she isn’t as put off as she’s trying to come across.

"It’s me."It was the only way I could show you what I’m feeling without putting it into words.

She seems to sense my unspoken emotions; she leans up on tiptoe and raises her chin. "I should feel disgusted, but I’m not. I should feel revulsion; instead, it feels like—" She swallows. "It feels like this binds me to you in a way that’s unshakeable."

I turn on the shower. Then grab her under her butt and pick her up. She locks her legs around me.

I kiss her again, and don’t stop kissing her, not even when I step with her into the stream of water.

The water flows over us, drenching us, making her hair stick to her forehead. I nudge it aside with my nose, rain kisses on her eyelids, her nose, her cheek, her sweet mouth.

"Are you sore?" I whisper against her mouth.

She shakes her head.

"Are you sure? I can wait if?—"

She reaches between us and positions my cock against her slit. A growl boils up my throat.

"I’m sure." She bites down on my lower lip.

It’s all the urging I need. I position myself at her opening and, in one smooth thrust, I enter her.

She cries out, and damn, that noise is the rhythm of my soul. The soundtrack to my life. I hold her in place, not moving. Giving her time to adjust to my size. And when she arches back, I bend and take one nipple in my mouth. I suck on it, and she moans. Her pussy clenches around my cock. I still don’t move. I lick her nipple, then move to the other, bite it, and treat it similarly. She begins to pant. Her nipples are almost as sensitive as her pussy. It makes me ravenous. It makes me want to bite her, and kiss her, and not let go of her until I’ve wrenched every possible drop of pleasure from her body. It makes me want to crawl inside of her and stay there forever.

I lick the stream of water flowing down her throat. Draw in the scent of wet woman which is so uniquely hers. Then I kiss her again and, when she parts her lips, slip my tongue in between them. I slide my tongue over hers. She whimpers. Her thigh muscles contract, and her pussy flutters. She digs her fingers into my hair and tilts her hips up, so I slip in even deeper. I groan into her mouth. Then, unable to hold back, I begin to fuck her.

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Wet inside and out. The slide of my fingers through his hair. The sound of skin slapping against skin. The sound of our fucking. Our moans. His grunts as he tunnels into me, trying to get in so deep, it feels like he’s blasting through any barriers I may have thrown up against the world, burrowing his way under my skin. He’s occupying every part of me. Imprinting himself into my cells, until everything in me is tuned into him. Until I know I belong to him. Something I knew from the moment I met him.

And now… It feels fated. It feels real. It feels so right. And when he pulls out and lunges up and into me and hits my G-spot, I shatter. The noises which emerge from my throat feel more animalistic than human. And so raw. And then, he follows me and, with a rough groan, empties himself inside me. My body shudders with aftershocks, as does his.

His cock pulses inside me, reminding me how thoroughly he’s ravaged me. He reaches out and flicks off the shower, and the sound of water cuts out.

I slowly raise my head and look into his eyes. "Wow. That was—" I shake my head. "Something."

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