Page 40 of Brutal Mercy

“You like my cock, wife. Do you enjoy having me fuck this pretty pussy?”

“Yes. I want—” She gasps as I plow with such brutal force her face contorts, and she wails, “Oh god, Hades.”

“Tell me,” I demand and shuttle my length in and out with such force it’s a wonder the desk doesn’t move across the floor beneath us. A haze of insatiable passion descends over me. Her cunt is my gateway to heaven. If there’s an afterlife, I will be welcomed into hell with open arms.

But if while I’m alive, I get to have this woman in my arms, it will be worth the life sentence.

“Take me hard like you did yesterday,” she wails.

“Oh fuck.” Is she really like me? With dark, twisted desires and a need for the roughest fucking possible?

Her demands have me shrugging off my restraint.

I wrap my arms around her thighs and dial my thrusts up to an eleven. And I pulverize her cunt. My thrusts aren’t gentle. And even though she was a virgin twenty-four hours ago, I don’t let it sway my actions.

I use her body like it’s a fuck doll, pounding my dick inside her tight pussy. Her moans turn into enthusiastic wails.

She’s close. But I don’t want her to come yet. So I withdraw, even though my dick protests the separation.

“No. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t intend to, but I need to take her from behind.

I lift her off the desk and reposition her body so that her torso is bent over my desk, with her stellar ass facing me. She moans her approval when I notch my cock at her entrance. My need to dominate her drives my actions. With a grunt, I plow inside and take her from behind.

“Yes,” she sobs. “Hades, more.”

With a snarl, I ram her cunt, pistoning my hips with feral abandon. Her ass jiggles with every thrust. Gripping her neck, I relentlessly pound her pussy.

“That’s right. You like being a dirty little slut and letting me fuck you the way I want.” I grunt, even as my balls draw tight.

“Yes. Please, Hades, I need to come. Please,” she sobs, clutching at the desk.

Snaking a hand down to her cunt, I rub her swollen clit while hammering inside her. My thrusts turn fucking feral. I can’t remember ever being this unrestrained with a partner before. But my need to own her, to mark her as mine, drives me.

I pummel her cunt until we’re grunting and groaning, making a chorus of our fucking. Anyone on the other side of the door won’t mistake what’s happening in here.

I pinch her clit. Her hips buck and she wails as she comes. Her pussy spasms around my plunging cock. My fucking eyes roll back in my head as I’m thrown into cataclysmic ecstasy.

“Luna,” I roar and climax, spraying my seed in her greedy cunt, filling her with my cum. Pumping my cock in her quivering sheath until every last drop has been expelled from my balls.

I still, buried deep, and lean down over her slender back, gathering my wife into my arms. I would kill for this woman. I would lie, cheat, and steal to possess her. She’s quickly become the focal point of my world.

Pressing my lips against her slender shoulder, she cuddles against me like a sleepy kitten.

A crack emerges in my armor as I help her dress. The part of myself I shut off to survive in my world. Luna moves me, fundamentally, at the core of my being. And I’m looking forward to years spent loving her.

I want to know her inside and out.

I settle her into my arms, pressing a kiss against her forward. “Rest. I’ll get you up to bed,mi dea luna.” My moon goddess.

With her head nestled against my chest, I carry her up to our bedroom and lower her sleepy form onto the bed, ensuring her injured ankle is elevated and that she’s tucked in. The rightness of having her in my bed suffuses me. Pressing a kiss against her forehead, I leave her to get some sleep. But I don’t want to leave her, which is new terrain.

In the past, I didn’t have a problem extracting myself from a lover after sex without a second thought. I was kind in my refusal, but I didn’t want to stay with them.

Luna is proving just how different she is from the rest. And I worry that her sweetness won’t survive in my world.

But perhaps her purpose isn’t to remain sweet, but to descend into hell with me and rule at my side.

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