Page 59 of Ruthless God

Why, out of everyone in this world, was this imp of a girl the one to make it feel like the grip I had on that obsessively held control was slipping?

I pulled back and took in her face.

Her lips were swollen from me, her eyes animated, and her soft, fair skin just about ruined me.

“Is everything okay?” she asked cautiously.

I shook my head, unsure if I was trying to shake myself out of my own stupor or answer her question.

Without a word, I grabbed her shirt and pulled until it tore apart in my hands. She gasped. I didn’t give her time to think.

I pulled the fabric down, baring her tits to my gaze. My fingers plucked at the hardened nubs until she was moaning out in ecstasy.

I pinched her nipples and pulled up, not letting her go.

“Do you like that?” I asked roughly. “Do you like it when I make it hurt?”

I pinched her nipples again, and a soft mewl escaped her lips, driving me crazy. She bit her bottom lip, her legs moving restlessly against me as if trying to relieve some of the ache in her sweet little cunt.

I had thought I would have to be gentle with my virgin wife for a few months, at least until I could introduce her to the rougher side of sex, to the dominating control that I preferred. But she made me forget all about being gentle, wanting to take her with the desperation I could feel clawing at my skin every time I so much as looked at her.

Luckily for me, she seemed to not only like this side but was as desperate, as crazy as I was for it.

She seemed to crave my monster. That she wasn’t running scared told me what I already knew. She was made for me.

I twisted her nipple slightly before pulling back and slapping the center of her tit. Her back arched, and she pushed her hands up to my arms, her nails raking down my skin and leaving a trail of white pain in their wake.

“Answer me,wife. Tell me what you like.”

“You,” she said, her voice hoarse. I smiled a little at her answer.

“Me? Then why has my sweet little wife been avoiding me?” I asked, bending down until my lips were at her neck. I sucked the skin in between my lips, using my teeth to playfully nip at her as I took the panties she wore to bed and dragged them down her legs. She helped me kick them away until she was fully naked and all mine.

I pulled back when she didn’t answer me right away. She swallowed, drawing my gaze to her throat.

“I… I haven’t.”

I smirked. “What a naughty little liar you are.”

She shook her head.

I kissed her then, tasting her denial on my tongue, as sweet as I remembered her to be.

I kissed her harder, wanting more of her.

I let my hand roam down her body, stopping when I got to her drenched pussy. Wet for me. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at her.

Those gray eyes of hers were nearly dark, showcasing her hunger, her desperation for me. I plunged two fingers deep inside her tight heat. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

I smirked and started moving my fingers, fucking her with them until I could feel more of her arousal coming out, coating her inner thighs and driving me insane.

“Spread your legs for me. Show me that sweet little cunt of yours that belongs to me.”

She blinked. “What?”

My smile grew, and I pulled out of her to lightly tap over her clit. Her back bowed, and her legs jerked from the sensation, obviously sensitive.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

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