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With my cock hard and sticking out of my sweatpants waistband, I throw her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half as I bend over her, our mouths inches apart.

She presses her palms against my chest, looking up at me with concern.

“I’m okay, kitten,” I whisper in her ear. “My little whore doesn’t need to be worried about anything but how hard she’s about to get fucked.”

Grabbing my cock, I line it up with her slick entrance and slam deep inside her wet pussy. She lets out a shriek as I stretch her to fit me, giving her no time to acclimate. I shove in and out of her so hard that the metal table moves a few inches with each thrust until it is clanging into the wall, accenting her moans.

I keep my eyes locked on hers, and she does the same. “You want to be my whore, Siena?”

“Yes. Please, yes,” she breathes, throwing her arms around my neck, crying out as I fuck her.

“You’ve been my whore since the first time I pushed you up against the wall outside of One Pearl Park. Since I ran my hands over your beautiful body and felt how wet you got when I slid my fingers into your soaking panties.”

She moans, throwing her head back, and I lick her neck from her collarbone to her chin. She slams her mouth into mine, bucking her hips against me, fucking me as hard as I’m fucking her. Her big tits bounce with each thrust, her nipples hard.

“But you’ve been my wife since the first time I saw you at the lake. I haven’t looked at, touched, or thought about another woman but you since that moment. And I never will, Siena, never again.”

“No one else?” she whimpers, digging her nails into my shoulders, pounding her pussy up and down my cock.

“No one but you, kitten.”

She rakes her nails down my back, arching her spine and pressing her tits into my chest, her pussy pulsing on my cock as she comes, screaming my name. I push deep inside her and stay still as she sets the pace, riding me from underneath, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she falls apart.

Fuck, I can’t believe this woman is mine.

“Matti?”

“Yes, kitten.” She’s shaking.

“I want you to fuck my ass.”

Holy fuck. She’s so fucking hot, her legs over my shoulders, her wet pussy spread wide for me, begging for my cock in her ass. Just hearing her say those words is almost enough to break the tenuous thread holding me together right now. But she’s not prepped for it. I don’t care if things get messy, but I don’t want to hurt her.

“It’s not going to feel good like in the vault, Siena. You’re not ready.”

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes wide, her lips wet. “I want you to make it hurt.”

She bites the inside of her lip, and my dick hardens even more. The thought of pushing into her tight ass—“Get my cock ready.”

She spits into her hand and pushes herself back away from me so that I pull out of her pussy. The metal table is slick with her sweat and cum. Reaching between her legs, she drags her spit down the shaft to the head of my dick, then scrapes her fingertips along her dripping pussy and transfers her wetness to me until I’m coated with her cum and spit.

I exhale hard, watching her stroke my cock in front of her pretty pussy, then line me up so that I’m at her back entrance. Sliding toward me to the edge of the metal table, she gasps,her mouth in a perfect O as she works the head of my cock just inside her ass with a moan.

Grabbing both her hands with one of mine, I pin her wrists to the table, guiding my cock almost all the way out and then shove back into her ass hard, balls deep. Her eyes glaze over as she screams my name, her mouth hanging open as I pump in and out of her ass. Watching the play between pleasure and pain on her face is mesmerizing.

I slow to a stop, my gaze flitting back and forth between watching her face and watching as she moves to slide her ass up and down my cock. Watching as her wet pussy drips onto me and onto the metal table, making it easier for her to slide up and down me. Letting her have control is surprisingly easy. And fuck, she feels so fucking good.

Tears slip down her cheeks, and I drop down lower, her tits pressing into my chest as I lick them off her face.

She arches her back, groaning, and I release her wrists to grip her breast, sucking a nipple into my mouth, digging my teeth into her sensitive skin. I want to mark every inch of her body, so that she feels me on her every minute of every day and never forgets that she’s mine.

“FUCK! Matti, fuck me! Please fuck me!”

I release her tit from my mouth, rubbing my hand over her face, mixing her tears with the blood. “Beg me to fuck your ass, Siena,” I growl.

“Yes, sir,” she nods, and a low growl reverberates through my chest at hearing her so desperate. She claws at my skin. “Please… fuck my ass… please, Matti…”

I stand to my full height and shove back into her ass, deeper, harder, and she cries out, writhing beneath me. Gripping her throat, I thrust rough and slow, finding a steady rhythm, andreach down to slide a finger into her pussy, hitting her clit with my thumb. She gasps, her pussy wet and clenching my finger. I slide a second finger inside her.

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