Page 72 of Tarnished Vow

He was right, the room was getting darker.

Suddenly, it was pitch black.

I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t see anything.

He pulled out, flipping me over.

The blood rushing in my ears, suddenly deafening.

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back to him.

“Are your eyes open, my love?” his voice so low and deep as he spoke in my ear.

“Yes,”

“Look straight ahead. Do you see that red light?”

I nodded, but then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”

“When it is green, we’re alone.” His fingers brushed my hair forward. “I’m going to rub your clit, and you’re not to moan until it goes green.” He licked along my neck. “You can do that for me. Show me how good my wife is, how well she listens.”

He had barely touched me, and I was melting back against his chest. I didn’t even care that my back was sensitive because of the tattoo. The pain adding to the pleasure.

Seconds. I was so close within seconds.

“That’s it,” his hand went to my throat, “Now, I’m putting my dick back where it belongs.” I felt him between my legs. “Be quiet for me.”

As he pushed into me, stretching me. I wasn’t quiet, the moan so loud, it was near a scream as his hand covered my mouth, tasting our blood.

Everything was more intense.

“You’re doing so good,” he pulled and slowly pushing back in to me while rubbing me. “Your cumming aren’t you,” He groaned in my ear, “I can feel you baby, you’re strangling my dick.”

Squeezing his arm as I finished.

The red light flashed green.

“Finally,” he bit my shoulder, “let's put your pretty ass in the air, so I can really fuck my wife.” his hand ran over my breast. “You like the sound of that?”

“Yes,”

His deep low groan in my ear, “Be good for me, okay? It’s going to be rough, but you can take it, can’t you?”

Breathless and lightheaded as I bent over. I felt physically weak.

Fucking me so hard, I couldn’t think, just pushing back against him. Every hard sharp thrust driving me closer to finishing again.

“That’s it, let me hear you,”

My arms shook as I tried to hold myself up. Only to keep falling. Finally, I gave up. Falling into the mattress while he held my hips up.

“I can fill this pretty pussy up with cum, can’t I?”

“Yes, please.”

“Such good fucking manners.” His fingers dug into my hips. “Fuck,” his pace slowing as he finished in me.

I collapsed onto the bed as he pulled out. Relaxed. For the first time in months, my heart wasn’t racing out of fear.

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