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Intense, searing pleasure was the only thing I could focus on, zinging through my body and pushing me closer to my release.
I ground against him, desperate for relief, but it wasn’t enough. All I could do was take this torture, trusting Amon to take me over the edge. Except he was taunting me, teasing me with the most exquisite touch, only to pull my orgasm away from me until I was a puddle of pure need.
“I’ll never tire of this.” Lust strained his voice. I met his gaze and he seemed as tortured as I was. “Seeing you writhe under me, needing me as much as I need you.”
“Please, Amon.” I was panting now. “I can’t take it anymore. Let me come.”
“You’ll come with my cock inside your pussy,” he grunted.
“I need you,” I sobbed. “Please… Please… I need you inside me.” My hips arched off the bed, grinding against him shamelessly, his hard cock teasing me through his trousers. “Take your clothes off and fuck me.”
The vibrator stopped and he pulled it out of my drenched entrance. I tensed as I watched my husband through hooded eyelids as he shed his clothes with an efficiency I’d never seen before. He stood at the foot of the bed and palmed his cock, his eyes burning flames against my flesh as he skated his free hand over my parted legs and inched his way to my entrance.
“I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me right now,” I whimpered, squirming against the ties. “Please, husband.”
He straddled me once more, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. He palmed my breasts and pinched my nipples, rolling the hard peaks between his rough fingers. Finally, he bent his head and sucked them into his hot mouth, stoking the flames in my body.
“I love when you call me husband,” he grunted. “Tell me you love me.” I went still, my eyes widening. “Say the words,” he repeated, his velvet voice contrasting against the roughness of his touch.
I loved him, I really did, but I couldn’t get the words past my lips.
“It’s okay, cinnamon girl,” he whispered, pushing my breasts together and rising to his knees. I sucked in a sharp breath as he positioned his cock in between my breasts. Pre-cum dripped onto my skin as he thrusted, holding my eyes and seeking reassurance. My body shuddered and I licked my lips, dipping my chin in confirmation that I was okay. Better than okay. His hardness slid easily with the help of his arousal, the erotic sounds against the softness of my breasts the only thing separating us. I panted as he picked up his pace, my tongue darting to get a taste of his cum as the head of his cock grazed my chin with each thrust. He let out a tortured groan and fucked my tits faster.
“I’ll earn your love back,” he grunted. “Just wait and see.”
He pumped harder and held my eyes, checking in with me again. My fingers gripped the headboard and I nodded furiously as I said, “Let go, Amon.”
Almost immediately, thick cum spurted on my face and neck. My chest heaved and my core throbbed as Amon slowed, his thumbs brushing tenderly against the sides of my breasts. He released me and dragged a finger through the cum on my chin and pushed it inside my mouth. He stared down at me, his face taut with desire as I eagerly sucked on the salty taste that was so uniquely him.
His torso slid down my body as he rammed inside me, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. That he’d just made a mess on me with his release but was ready to go again wasn’t lost on me, and the way it flamed my arousal had my eyes shooting to the back of my head.
“Fuck.” He stilled, and his hands tightened on my hips. “Your pussy is my heaven. It was made for me and only me.”
He started thrusting in and out of me in a slow, leisurely rhythm. His touch was gentle as he kissed me, taking me higher and higher. The tingles of pleasure started at the base of my spine and climbed. My eyes fluttered shut and all I could manage were breathless pants.
My orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. I bowed off the bed with a sharp cry, my insides clenching around his length. Amon picked up the pace, pounding into me through my orgasm and wrenching a second one out of me without even having to try.
My pants became cries as he relentlessly fucked me.
“Scream for me, wife.” He reached between us and pressed his thumb against my needy, swollen clit. “Scream for your husband.”
And I did, again and again until my body was limp and pliant underneath him.
“That’s a good wife.” His guttural voice did things to me that rivaled the blinding, toe-curling orgasms. He slowed his pace again and murmured softly, “I’ll love enough for both of us. Until you love me again.”
Then he spilled inside me with a heavy groan, his forehead against mine and our lips inches apart.
He shifted around to untie my legs and wrists, whispering words of praise that warmed me up and made me feel cherished. Goosebumps dotted my skin when he trailed his hand down my arm in a lazy pattern until it came to rest against my hip.
“We’ve consummated our marriage, Reina.” Drowsiness spread through my limbs and all the way to my brain. “You’re officially mine. Forever.”
I closed my eyes and nuzzled against him.
“Forever,” I murmured before sleep pulled me under.
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