Page 104 of Depravity

My phone rings again and I hit the decline button. I don’t give a fuck that my brother is waiting for me. He can wait a little longer.

“Doll,” I murmur, stroking her cheek, “My perfect little doll,”

She shuts her eyes, leaning in, clearly seeking comfort.

Her breasts are held so beautifully in the little romper I dressed her in after the surgery.

My hands skim down her side, feeling her softness.

And she doesn’t fight, she doesn’t even whimper. She just lays there, looking at me with those big ‘fuck me eyes’.

“I can’t.” I state. “I need to let your stitches heal first.”

I want her to pout. To beg and to plead for my cock, but she doesn’t respond. I guess placidity is better than rebellion, and perhaps in time I can train that too.

My hands slip between her thighs all the same. I know she’s too damaged to do anything, but I can’t resist touching her, I can’t resist watching her come for me.

“Spread your legs.” I say, and of course, she’s not able to.

I roll her over, letting her thighs flop wide open. There’s a little blood on the panties she has on. I slip them down, tossing them away.

“Will you be a good girl for me and come?” I ask.

She blinks back, before answering. “Come, come, come.”

My lips curl. It sounds like sheisbegging me.

“You just lay there,” I instruct, “I’ll do all the hard work.” Not that it is hard.

I scoot down, lifting her legs up and I place them over her shoulders. As I pull her cunt closer to my mouth, she gasps out in surprise.

She’s still bruised. In truth, her cunt has never looked more battered than it has right now.

I lick my lips, my cock hardening beneath me at the mere thought of this and I trace one long languid lick right up her cunt. She jerks, but shows no more reaction beyond that.

I can’t tongue fuck her. I can’t even stick my fingers inside her.

But I can give her clit my full attention.

As my fingers start circling it, I can see how she grows more wet, how her body wants this.

And then I’m the rabid one. I’m sucking, licking, devouring her like I can’t get enough. My phone rings again, it keeps ringing, and I refuse to stop for even a second to silence it.

Her hands grip the sheets and she’s making these weird, almost animal sounds.

But she isn’t fighting me. For the first fucking time, she isn’t resisting.

Her arms fall back, her body jerks, she starts screaming, and god is it music to my ears.

“That’s it,” I groan, “That’s a good little wife, come for me, come for me right fucking now,”

Her eyes roll back, her body jerks again and I can taste it, I can taste her arousal all over my tongue, over my lips, god, she’s covering me.

Did my wife just squirt? I stare back at her in awe.

She’s still going, still combusting. Her cunt is so flushed, so fucking gorgeous. Of course I can see the bits of damage, I can see where she hurt herself but it doesn’t take away from the beauty, her beauty.

She’s dripping. It’s practically oozing out of her.

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