Page 180 of Endgame
Better. So much better, having her lips on my palm. The swipe of her tongue along my hand has me thrusting hard into her.
“It’s the pain, isn’t it? You’re desperate for it, for your husband.” Every time I dry hump her, she moans louder. “I bet you’re soaked. That your pretty pussy is begging to be railed. To be split in half.”
Her eyes roll with pleasure for a second before they meet mine again.
Aurora is all mine.
And I’m hers.
“On second thought, no. I won’t be taking your cunt tonight.” My tongue runs over the top row of my teeth, my hand bunchingthe skirt of Aurora’s dress up her thighs. Her skin is smooth to the touch. Her whimpers are so fucking hot I can’t stand it. “I think you’re ready to have your ass fucked.”
I push my hand harder on her face, prepared for the scream I knew was coming. It reverberates onto my palm, lighting me up from the inside.
As I push her thong aside and run my thumb over her butt plug, she screams louder.
“No, no, no,” she murmurs, the sound muted by my hand.
She’s right to be scared. There’s no lube within reach. Days after I took her virginity, she still struggles when I pound into her pussy.
But she’s had her butt plug in her ass for a while now. And though I can’t stop, I’ll make it good for her. She comes first, always.
“Yes.” The butt plug can stay for the time being. It’s her thong that has to go, so I rip it off her.
“I’m going to let go of your mouth.” My eyebrows lower, a silent warning. “And you’ll be a good, silent girl for me. I don’t like sharing what’s mine, unless…”
Her fear turns to lust as she opens her eyes wide and spreads her legs, letting me slip a finger into her pussy. She’s soaked. Dripping onto my hand, getting off on the promise of pain.
Other than marrying her, corrupting her was the best thing I’ve ever done. The most delicious.
“Unless you want your daddy and the whole group to hear us.” This isn’t about revenge. It’s about being the filthy man who ruins her, about winding Aurora up until she can’t think straight. “What a horny little wife I’ve got. Getting off on being her husband’s fuck doll.”
She nods frantically. She has no idea what she’s agreeing to, and neither do I.
Not like it matters.
“No,” is the first whisper to come out of her mouth after I remove my hand. A really fake, adorable fuckingno. “Not there.”
Both hands on her hips, I drag her back to me. She flattens her palms on the wall, tilting her ass up.
“Stop pretending”—my fingers lock around the butt plug again, twisting it to help ease it out of her—“you don’t need me in every single hole, princess.”
“I’m scared.” Her ass clenches as real fear takes over. “Don’t. Please.” But she’s spreading her shaky legs wider. Giving me all of her.
“Does it look like I care about what you want?” Once the plug is out, I throw it away. Aurora bites her bottom lip, but a low cry escapes her anyway. “Do I look like a caring, affectionate man to you?”
“You look like a bastard,” she growls. “I hate you. How gorgeous you are. How I love it when you hurt me. Hate. It.”
“Brat.” Thecrackon her ass is the first out of ten.
Each of them is a gift. A thank you for wanting me despite everything I’ve put her through.
After both cheeks get the same amount of spanking, when both of them are red, only then do I stop.
“What about now?” I spread her ass and spit on her tight hole. No teasing, I drive two fingers inside her at once. Her moans make my cock jerk. “You like that? You want this bastard’s fingers going deeper? You’re grinding your hips to take more of me?”
“You won’t fit.” Aurora’s breath hitches as I spit on her again, lubing my fingers and her ass. “You can’t fit in there.”
“Nothing”—a third finger coaxes a feral groan out of her, and her huge eyes go even wider as she stares at me—“will stop me from getting what I want. It’ll fucking fit.”
