Page 50 of Brutal Union
She hums around my cock, the vibration making my balls tighten. Her hand wraps around the base, stroking what her mouth can't take, while her tongue works the sensitive underside. She's learned exactly how to destroy me, knows every spot that makes me weak.
I pull her off my cock before I lose control completely. "Bedroom. Now."
"Yes," she breathes, lips swollen and glistening.
I carry her to our bedroom, her legs wrapped around me, her bare pussy grinding against my cock with each step. The friction is torture and heaven. When I set her on the bed's edge, she immediately spreads her legs, showing me exactly how wet she is. Her pussy is pink and swollen, glistening with arousal, her clit begging to be touched.
"Take it off," I command, voice rough with need.
She stands, fingers working the buttons slowly, revealing inch after inch of golden skin. When the shirt falls, she's bare except for the diamonds at her throat. Her nipples are hard, dark rose against golden skin, begging for my mouth. The sight makes my cock leak, a drop of precum sliding down my length.
I strip quickly, desperate to feel her skin against mine. When I'm naked, her eyes travel my body with open hunger, lingering on my cock, studying the thick veins, the way it curves slightly, the heavy balls beneath.
"How do you want me?" she asks, but there's power in the question, not submission.
"Every way." I push her back onto the bed, covering her body with mine. The first contact of skin on skin makes us both gasp. My cock presses against her stomach, leaving wet trails of precum on her skin. "I'm going to fuck you in every position until you can't remember a time when you weren't mine."
She arches beneath me, spreading her legs wider, tilting her hips in invitation. "Then stop talking and prove it."
I slide down her body, needing to taste her first. My tongue finds her clit, circling the swollen bud while she writhes beneath me. She tastes like sex and surrender, sweet and addictive. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her scream.
"Marco, please," she begs, her pussy clenching around my fingers. "I need your cock. I've waited so long."
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her heat. She's so wet that her arousal is dripping onto the sheets. "Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I claim you for the first time."
She meets my gaze as I push inside, one long thrust that seats me completely. We both cry out at the sensation. Her pussy gripping me like a hot, wet vise, stretching to accommodate my size. This is possession on a molecular level. She's so tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.
"Wife," I growl, beginning to move, slow at first, letting her adjust to my size.
"Husband," she moans, nails raking down my back, leaving marks I'll wear with pride. "God, you're so big. So deep."
I fuck her harder with each thrust, driven by her words, by the way her pussy grips me like it never wants to let go. The headboard slams against the wall, the sound mixing with hercries and the wet, obscene sound of my cock driving into her soaked pussy.
"You feel so fucking good," I growl, angling my hips to hit her g-spot with each thrust. "So tight. So wet. Made for my cock."
She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. "Harder. Please, Marco. I won't break."
I pull out for just long enough to flip her onto her hands and knees, the new position letting me go even deeper. She pushes back against me, taking everything I give, her ass rippling with each impact. I grip her hips hard, knowing she'll wear my fingerprints for days.
"Look at you," I growl, watching my cock disappear into her pussy over and over. "Taking my cock so well. So desperate for it. You're dripping down your thighs, principessa."
"Yes," she screams as her first orgasm hits, pussy clenching around my cock in waves. "Fuck, Marco, yes!"
I don't stop. Can't stop. I pull out just long enough to flip her again, pulling her legs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The angle lets me go impossibly deep, my cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.
"Oh God," she sobs, hands fisting in the sheets. "It's too much. Too deep."
"You can take it," I tell her, thumb finding her clit, circling the swollen bud. "You were made for this. Made to take my cock."
She comes again, harder this time, her pussy clamping down so tight I see stars. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, the feel of her pussy milking my cock, breaks my control completely.
"Say it," I command, pounding into her with abandon now. "Call me husband."
"Husband," she screams as another orgasm builds. "Please, husband, please come inside me."
The word 'husband' from her lips, willing and desperate, shatters me. I come with a roar that probably wakes half the building, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep inside her. She clenches around me, her pussy milking every drop, her body claiming mine as completely as I've claimed hers.
We collapse against the mattress, panting, my large frame still covering her small one.
