Page 24 of The Hitch
Melody is slippery, I'll give her that. But she truly doesn't know the layout of my home yet. She doesn't know about the hidden passageways I built into the rooms. She doesn't know about the tunnel in the basement that leads to a getaway garage. She doesn't know aboutanyof my architectural secrets.
And she doesn't know that she's hidden in the lion's den. Her tiny whimpers echo in the hall, originating from my—our—bedroom. The best place in the house she could have gone. Or worst, depending on how you look at it. I have to hold back my own laughter as I pass by the door, lulling her into a false sense of security. I can hear the sigh of relief as my shadow strolls down, down, down to my home office.
She thinks she's won, for now. I creep into my office and silently open the hidden panel behind my desk. A tiny hallway reveals itself, leading directly into my en suite bathroom. Attempting to muffle the soft click of the latch, I still my movements and wait. She hasn't moved. She crouches beside mybed, right where I saw her from the corner of my eye, waiting. Watching.
Moonlight streams in through the windows, just barely illuminating her face in the shadows. If she looked over to the bathroom door, she'd see me, but she's focused entirely on the hallway. I smirk.Silly girl.
Counting down from three in my head, I wait until she exhales before I dash over to her crouching figure andpounce.
Melody tumbles down as I pounce, and the knife clatters across the floor. She struggles against my iron grip, scrabbling her nails on the hardwood floor. Somehow, she manages to get her feet between herself and my chest—she pushes out a hard kick, sending me flying backwards. I grin. My wife hasstronglegs.
But that's not going to stop me.
I leap back onto her and grab for her arms, but she yanks herself away with a yelp. Managing to get a tight hold on the skirts of her dress, I slide her towards me, ripping the tulle fabric away from the bodice.
My god, she's heavenly. Her eyes flash with fury as she lies panting on the floor, her breasts heaving with every frantic breath. Her tanned legs ripple with a surprising amount of muscle and… oh, my.
"Melody, love, it appears you're fuckingsoaked."
Her eyebrows fly up, and I use her momentary distraction to grab for her, anchoring myself between her legs. She goes very still as I trail a finger along the outline of her cunt, her panties soaked through. She smells like roses and sweat and I can't help but bury my nose into her. It's not close enough—I'mnot close enough, I want to crawl under her skin and fucking live there. My cock strains against the dress pants; I'm bursting at the seams.
"What are you going to do?" Melody whispers, the fight suddenly gone from her eyes.
"I've never forced a woman in my life, and I'm not about to start now." I shove her panties to the side and take in the sight of her delicious cunt, dripping wet, her arousal slippery and coating my fingers. "Open your legs, love. Let me eat."
With a tiny whimper, she relaxes a bit and lets me in. My eyes roll back in my head as I take the first swipe of my tongue. Melody, my sweet wife, grabs at my hair so hard it hurts. I love it. I let out a rumbling moan into her cunt as I devour her—mind, body, and soul. I thrust a finger into her warm heat and curl it back, ever so gently, eliciting a breathy moan that seems to originate from deep in her gut.
My cock is begging for release, but he can fucking wait. I've watched her pleasure herself over my hidden cameras for weeks. I knowexactlywhat she likes, and I'm ready to put all of my lessons to the test. As I swirl my tongue around her clit like she's done with that little bullet vibrator so many times, she gasps and clutches my hair.
"How are you sofuckinggood?" Melody moans and writhes under my touch.
"Watching and learning," I mumble around her clit. She shudders in a gasp and releases a little more tension in her legs, spreading them wider for me. I pull back and a string of my saliva connects us, face to cunt. "You like that, wife?"
Her familiar rage flashes behind her eyes, and she shoves my face back down. "Fuck you."
"I intend to." Flattening my tongue, I take a long swipe from her glistening entrance all the way to the hood of her clit. Her thighs quake beside my head. I slide one hand away from her sex and grasp the soft flesh of her legs, squeezing as I rub my way to her voluptuous ass cheeks.
She inches closer and closer to her release as I flick her clit over and over with my tongue.Not yet.
I wrench myself back and force my pants down my legs, freeing my cock. She eyes it with a gasp, taking in the sight of my throbbing, thick length. Fisting my cock, I notch the head at her cunt and look up to her face. Almost imperceptibly, she nods, then closes her eyes as I thrust deep into her.
"Fuuuuck," I groan as I pump slowly into her tight, wet heat. "You feel goddamn incredible, Melody."
"Shut the fuck up, and fuck me as hard as I hate you," she grumbles as she throws her arms around my shoulders. My knees ache from the hard floor, but I don't give a singular shit. I'm balls-deep in mywife,and I'm going to breed her.
The thought of pumping her full of my cum again and again nearly sends me over the edge, but I bare my teeth and force it back down. I've thought of this moment so often, every single night, staring into the pixels of my computer screen. I've wantedher. I've wanted everything she could give me—my power, my rightful place in the Goetic Consortium, my heir—but this is fucking divine.
I'm completely fucked.
"Dante," Melody gasps under her breath, "I fucking need this."
And that's all it takes. I'm a man possessed as I piston into her with fervor, reaching down to circle her clit like I know she loves. Just as I'm about to explode, she detonates around me. Her cunt clenches around my cock as her orgasm lifts her from the floor, arching her back, sobbing and moaning my name like a psalm.
"Fuck yes, pray to me," I roar as I shove my cock into her deep, as deep as it'll go, emptying what feels like gallons of cum. "I'm going to fucking breed you, Melody, fuck!"
Everything goes white as our orgasms peak together, and my heart thumps in my chest, sweat pouring from my brow, panting with exertion.
"You're going to fuckingwhat?"
