Page 26 of Broken Truths

I need her to say it now. I thought she’d yell. I thought she’d scream and run away. I thought she would laugh… “Tell me the truth, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“It’s crazy,” she says. “Fuck. I can’t stop.” She bites her lower lip, eyes fluttering closed while still searching out her pleasure.

“Tell me you want your husband’s pierced cock driving into you. That you want me to claim you any way I can.”

“You want to own me.”

“Maybe I want you to own me?”

Her eyes open lazily. She grabs my hand, forcing my fingers down her pants until she rubs them against her clit. “I…” She rubs my fingers over her some more. “I—I would let you own me, Leo, because I know you would do it right. You wouldn’t treat me like a princess on a pedestal…”

I point my finger so the next time she edges forward, the tip enters her pussy. “You’d be my fucking equal.”

She groans.

“We could make it whatever we want,” I say. I know it’s a fantasy. It sounds good on the lips, but it ends there. I’m too wrapped up in it to stop, though. “My wife gets jet skis, and she doesn’t have to throw a damn party if she doesn’t want to. She can finish school where she wants. She can swear in public and tell Elders off.”

Eden smiles, dropping her lips to my neck where she trails her tongue up until she hits my ear. “That sounds like heaven.”

It’s all the encouragement I need. I lift her up, and her legs tighten their hold on my waist as I grab her jeans from behind and pull down. She releases her hold until I have her jeans and panties yanked past her knees, and as I walk her to the wall, she kicks them off, then wraps her beautiful thighs around me again.

As soon as her back hits the wall, she leans against it, creating space so she can free my cock. She runs her fist down my length, teasing the barbelled tip. “Say husband,” I pant.

She licks her lips, her gaze driving into mine, and I realize a split second before she says it that she’s committed to the fantasy, too. “Fuck me,husband.”

And I do just that. She moves her hips to line my dick up with her entrance, and then I drive inside her, stilling when I’m fully seated. She screams, working against me in quick twists of her hips as she rides her orgasm out. “Leo. Fuck.”

“You love that idea.” I reach up to tease her nipple again as she shakes against me. “We can start our own path.” Grabbing the sides of her jacket, I pull it away from her body, then curl my fingers around the hem of her shirt. I don’t stop undressing her until her tits are in my mouth. Her head falls against the wall with a solidthunk, blissful noises emanating from her pretty lips.

I don’t dare move inside her yet. I need to calm down. I’m like an animal claiming his mate. Maybe I can knot inside her, never letting her leave.

My little Eden doesn’t have the patience, though. She starts working her hips against me, and before I know it, I’m sliding in and out. “Fuck,” I nearly bite her shoulder in restraint. “I’m going to fill my soon-to-be wife with my cum,” I growl, pulling away so I can watch her face.

She stares me down. This time, she’s not surprised. She eggs me on, meeting me stroke for stroke.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy for the rest of my life.” My balls ache after that, my body reacting to my words. That animal is coming out to play until I’m just growling into her ear and fucking her with everything I have.

“Oh God…”

Now I’m in a race to fill her. I want my seed to lay claim inside her.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

“Yours,” she breathes, and my orgasm hits me so hard I barrel into her like the caveman she’s always calling me. I stutter as I empty inside her, and she drops her head to my shoulder, then carefully lifts my shirt until we’re wrapped together, skin on skin.

“You’re right,” I tell her. “I actually am a caveman.”

She grins against my skin. “I guess I kinda like it.”

On unsteady feet, I hold her to me, return to the couch, and sit, my cock still seated inside her. She doesn’t unravel from me. She just stays there.

A long silence passes until our heartbeats are back to normal before she pulls away. Her lips thin as she takes me in. Her fingertips run over the puckered scars still tattooed over my body. Some are small, thin lines but others are deeper… Especially…

The tips of her fingers graze the F, and she frowns, her stare staying there for the longest time. “If you think you know what this is, you probably do.”

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