Page 77 of Tragic Empire
“Ahhhh, yesss,” I hiss, throbbing around his fingers and throwing my head back.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Cassio encourages, thrusting harder and faster, fucking me through it. “Just like that, come all over my fingers, Ana.”
Seconds maybe minutes pass as unending pleasure soars through me. When it finally fades, Cassio slows down, kissing my clit as if praising the bundle of nerves. Dazed from the three orgasms he’s inflicted, I look down at his glistening lips with a tired smile.
“Will you fuck me now?”
Cassio sits up, licking his lips and retracting his fingers. Reaching between my legs, my fingers wrap around his dick, trying to replicate the way he tugged himself earlier. I scoot down, needing to feel him against me. One swipe through my soaked cunt, and he becomes tense.
“Fuck, wait—” He pulls away, scrambling for his pants and I whine.
“What, why?”
“Condom,” he explains, grabbing his wallet from his trouser pocket.
“I have the arm implant…”
Cassio hesitates, hands tightening around the leather fold.
“Don’t you want to come in me?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.
“Fucking Christ, Ana,” he groans. “You have no idea how badly I want to take you raw. I just… can’t. If I get you pregnant… I can’t.”
Noticing a panicked shift to his mood, I don’t press. “It’s okay,” I tell him, smiling. “We can talk about it later.”
Breathing out a relieved puff of air, Cassio nods. He pulls a roll of three condoms from his wallet, picking one and tearing it open with his teeth.
“How long have you had those there?”
“Far too soon into our marriage to admit.”
“Tell me,” I demand, flattery flushing up my neck.
“The first night when you asked me to sleep with you,” he confesses, rolling the rubber over his cock. “Grabbed a box that morning, just in case.”
My chest flushes with warmth. “You wanted me.”
“You have no fucking idea.”
“I have some idea,” I retort, looking him up and down. “Have you seen yourself, Cassio? You’re ridiculously sexy.”
He pins me with a searing look. “I need to be inside of you.”
Without another word, he lifts my hips and shoves a pillow under my arse, maneuvering me into position to fuck me. The next second, he’s lining himself up, prodding my opening and pressing forward.
His cock is so much thicker than his fingers—more intense too. His skin is soft but surrounded by something so incredibly hard, like stone. The blunt tip meets resistance, even with how much he worked me up to this. We’re both desperate now, though, and there’s no going back.
“I can take it,” I tell him, despite feeling a slight burn. “Take me, Cassio. Show me that I’m all yours.”
Spurred on by my encouragement, Cassio grips my hips hard and slides home. I’m split open and filled to the brim, legs forced to open wider by his hips. A yelp spills out of me, but it doesn’t quite hurt. It’s overwhelming and intense, but I quickly decide that I love it.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking hard,” he grits out. Pulling back an inch or two, he rocks right back in, absorbing the feeling.
“You’re too big,” I cry out, but it’s not a complaint. My hands lift instinctively, reaching up to hold on to his shoulders.
“Not too big,” he argues, giving another short stroke. “Just fucking right, baby. We’re a perfect goddamn fit, you and me.”
My pussy clenches at his assessment, and I pant heavily. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to hold back?”
