Page 118 of Desperate People

“That’s it. Good girl,” he murmurs, one hand wrapped around my neck as he licks into my mouth and starts to move. “You’re such a good fucking girl for me.”

“Balor,” I whimper, clutching at his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his hips.

He feels so good. So big, stretching me wide, and filling me like no one else ever could.

I feel his other hand slide between us, rubbing my clit, and a gush of moisture floods my pussy.

“You’re going to come for me, Angel.”

Circle, circle, his maddening fingers move with undeniable efficiency.

“I’m gonna stuff you with my cock, play with your sweet clit, and you’re gonna come so hard it’s gonna drip down my balls,” he tells me, and fuck, tremors start to tingle all through my body.

And all the while, his hips never stop.

His big dick just keeps stroking, hitting that secret spot no one else has ever found.

Sounds I don’t even recognize as coming from me echo in the dining room—probably in the entire house.

His fingers move faster, in time with his hips.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

My eyes start to roll back, and he tightens his hold on my neck, forcing my gaze to his.

He is so damn hot.

“Now, Wife. You’re gonna come now,” he commands, and fuck me, I do.

I come. Hard. Loud. And—oh my God.

I feel it.

Wet. Hot.

So much liquid.

“Fuck, Angel, did you squirt all over me? Good fucking girl. So fucking good,” he growls and rams into me three more times, spilling his seed.

His cock seems to get even bigger, throbbing inside my body as he fills me with his warmth.

But he doesn’t stop moving. Not yet. Not for a little while still.

Balor just keeps flexing and hugging me to him, his jaw clenched as he wrings out every last drop of pleasure from the two of our bodies.

I think I pass out from coming so hard, and when I open my eyes again, Balor is carrying me into the bathroom that adjoins our bedroom and he’s turning the shower on.

I watch him in the floor to ceiling mirror as he turns on the shower and holds me to him with one big hand under my ass.

He kisses my temple before lowering me to the ground, and I stand on wobbly legs.

Then he strips us both of whatever clothing remains on our bodies, and I step away from him, moving beneath the spray.

I can’t talk. Not yet.

My brain is mush.

---