Wife (Betrothed 1)

“No.”

“Jesus Christ, Hades. When has a woman ever asked you to fuck her and you ignored her?”

“Are you seeing anyone else?” This was the only way I would get what I wanted out of her. If we skipped protection, that meant there would be no one else, just us two. It wouldn’t be a relationship, but it would be something. At least she would be mine.

“What kind of question is that? I don’t ask you that.”

“I’m not seeing anyone. And if you aren’t either, let’s do this right. I want to come inside you.” I pressed my forehead to hers and ground my shaft against her sensitive clit. “I want to keep going…fill your pussy with so much come that we stain these sheets. I want your panties to smell like me for days. I want you to feel me explode inside you, feel how much I want you.”

Her eyes glazed over when she imagined everything I described.

“Now, answer me.” I kissed her softly on the mouth, our lips moving together in a gentle dance. I slowly ground against her, giving her a taste of how I would feel if we were just skin-to-skin, if we were nothing but man and woman.

“No…” She spoke between kisses. “I’m not seeing anyone.”

My cock twitched as it continued to pulse against her. I got the answer I wanted, got a commitment from her that she didn’t want to give me. I had to use sex as a weapon, but it worked. I pressed my fingers against the top of my shaft then guided the head of my dick inside her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

My crown was introduced to her salty slickness, and the millions of nerves at the tip fired off in pleasure. The head squeezed as I moved in, feeling the tightness and the moisture suffocate it immediately.

Her nails started to dig as she moaned.

I could slide inside so easily because I’d been fucking her for almost a month, but I took my sweet-ass time because it felt so damn good. This pussy was so sweet, tight, and fuckable. My dick moved right in, claiming the territory as his in perpetuity. My ass tightened as I sank a little deeper, as my balls came into contact with the wetness that was now slathered all over my shaft.

Fuck.

Her fingers dug into my hair, and she breathed against my mouth, so far gone in this bliss that she could barely breathe. Her legs wrapped around my waist and anchored me against her, forming a rope that bound me to her forever. Her thighs shook slightly against me, her body overtaken by shivers.

I could feel it too…that connection that brought us together over and over. It was red-hot heat and addictive desire. I was so damn hot for her, and she was scorching for me. Combined together, we were every addictive drug on the market mixed together. Potent and dangerous, it had the ability to kill us both if we weren’t careful.

But she squeezed me to her like she didn’t want me to be careful.

I started to thrust, using regular strokes to drive deep inside her. I was pushing myself into the most addictive pussy I’d ever had, so tight and so wet. I intended to be there all night, giving her load after load, not catching a moment of sleep because I’d rather be here…fucking this pussy.

It only took her a couple seconds to climax, to squeeze my hips with her thighs and shiver from her head to her toes. Her nails sliced my back, and she whimpered against my lips, a few tears springing from her eyes because it felt so good.

Fuck. My hips bucked harder all on their own, and I drove myself into a climax I couldn’t prevent. My biological imperative as a man took over, so now I needed to come after watching her get off. I needed to fill that pussy with seed.

I kept myself deep inside her and released, giving an involuntary grunt of pleasure. I’d come inside her before, but the tip of the condom always caught my deposit. Now I was adding my stickiness to her own, mixing our come together. I pushed her deeper into the mattress as I finished, knowing I gave her more than she could possibly handle.

When I finished, she brought my mouth to hers and kissed me harder, as if my come turned her on all over again. Her hand went to my ass, and she pressed me deeper into her, making me fuck her even at half-mast. “I want more…give me more.”

“It’s four in the morning. I have to go…” She sat up and tried to move out of bed.

I’d just gotten hard again, so she wasn’t going anywhere. “No.” I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to me. My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed her, using my best moves to get her to stay. Within a minute, she softened for me, giving up the fight because she couldn’t possibly win.