Page 132 of Endgame
“Oh,fuck.” I have a hand cupping her cunt, the other in her hair, tugging on her soft locks. Baring the side of her neck to me. The skin that the collar doesn’t hide is so precious. I pull her closer, bite her. Suck on her. Mark her. “So fucking soaked. Look at you, princess turned into slut. My slut.”
She moans, moving clumsily as she grinds onto my cock. She’s never done this before, and with how tightly I’m holding her, she’s limited as is.
The beautiful thing, what makes my balls tight and sets my lungs on fire, is that she’s trying to please me.
Disappointing me scares her.
That fear is stronger than her doubts. Than her lack of experience. Her embarrassment.
And since she’s trying so hard, I want to praise her. To encourage her in that filthy way she loves. “Sucking my cock turned you on, didn’t it?”
When she nods, I slide my hand up her navel, then shove two fingers into her mouth. She licks her arousal off them, panting hard.
I’m throbbing, groaning. Feral.
“Being degraded has your pussy weeping for me.” I move my hand down, pressing my spit-soaked fingers between her pussy lips, circling her clit. Pinching. Pulling on it to coax a scream outof her. “It feels so good, your pleasure. It shouldn’t. I should hate you.”
“If it helps,” she cuts me off, each word sounding like a moan. “I hate you too. You’re making me fuck you. You’re making me come. I’ll never want that.”
“Such a fucking liar.” My hips jerk beneath her, once. Can’t help this base, animalistic nature to own her. “You waited for me today. You needed me.”
“I needed—fuck. Fuck, fuck.”
Her thighs squeeze when she comes. The violent orgasm has her shaking from head to toe.
She rocks her hips, begging for the very thing she denies herself. The thing I want more than anything. “No. No.”
“That’s a good girl.” I lick her tears, tilting her face to capture the deep ache in her voice. “That’smygood girl.”
Her tongue finds mine, and there’s truth in it. In that kiss. We can both hate what’s happening between us, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there.
The last aftershock of Aurora’s orgasm has come and gone. She sits on me, ass pressed to my body, tears leaking down her cheeks.
“Enough.” Her hands soothe over my thighs. A plea to stop fucking her. To stop making her come. Whatever it is, it isn’t as loud as before. “Enough. Let me go.”
“What’s that?” My lips brush against her ear, my fingers stroking her clit at a relentless pace.
She squirms against me, her tears slowing to a stop.
“You’re asking me to text your daddy your picture?” I lie to her because she’s hot for being humiliated. “For him to see his used-up princess?”
I spread her legs, just a little.
“Please.” She fakes being offended. But I see through her. I feel her. Her pussy clenches on me, her arousal leaking. She’s begging. “Anything but that. Please.”
“Then ride me.” In one swift motion, I put pressure on her back, bending her forward. “Need to fuck babies into you, wife.”
This change in me, these feelings, they’re erupting. It’s like the truth has been hiding inside me and now it’s tearing out of me, violently so.
“I’m on the pill.” Being in this position, Aurora can hardly obey me. But she tries, doing her best to take my fat cock. “Molly sent me my birth control pills.”
“Yes, she did.” I grip her hips, helping her grind on my cock while suppressing a smirk.
One day, I’ll tell her those pills were mints.
That I was trying to get her pregnant for all the wrong reasons.
That now I’m doing it for all the right ones.
