Wife (Betrothed 1)

I felt the stretch of my body, felt my pussy ache from his intrusive presence. I’d never been with a man so big, who pushed in so deep. I was moaning against his mouth because I felt two things at once—pleasure and pain.

He started to rock into me, our breaths in sync.

“Fuck…” My fingers dug into his hair as I cradled his face close to mine. Our noses touched as we breathed together, my slickness oozing down my crack and onto the bedding underneath us. This was what I’d been craving for weeks, a big man to press me into the bed and fuck me good.

He thrust at a regular pace, making the headboard tap against the wall at a steady beat. It was the perfect speed, a rate that allowed me to enjoy every single thrust, treasure his tip to his base. I felt him completely fill me every time, his rock-hard dick pressing against every wall in my channel.

It was fucking incredible. “Yes…yes.” I was just one of many, another notch on his bedpost, but I couldn’t care less. I was honored to be there, honored to be fucked so good that night. “Don’t stop.” My hands moved up his chest, and I bit my bottom lip as I felt the climax approach, felt the heat numbing my fingertips.

He shifted his body closer to mine and fucked me harder, fucked me at a deeper angle.

“God…” I buried my face in his neck and released, my cunt squeezing his dick with the strength of a machine. I sheathed him with more slickness that traveled between my cheeks and to the sheets beneath me. It was so good, just to lie there and enjoy this sexy man fucking me.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me back to the pillow so he could look at me, could see the satisfaction in my eyes from the climax he’d just given me. “We aren’t done yet.”

His muscular arm was wrapped around my chest, his hand squeezing my tits as he fucked me from behind. We were spooning on our sides, his hips thrusting so he could get his dick as deep as possible. His lips rested against my ear, and I got to listen to his sexy breathing as he fucked me, as he enjoyed me.

I bounced my ass back against him, taking that girth with the same enthusiasm he gave it to me.

He held his weight on one elbow and leaned over me, supporting the back of my head as he turned my face toward his. Our lips came together, and he kissed me as he continued to pound into me.

My hand reached for the back of his neck, and I held on to him as we kissed, as we moved together, our bodies slick with my come. Hades ignited dreams I forgot I had, dreams of having a passionate affair that made me forget about everything happening outside those four walls. He was the lover I’d been waiting for, someone to waste my time until I had to grow up and make better choices. He was a mistake…but such a good one.

His lips hesitated as he came, filled another condom while being deep inside me. He grabbed on to my hip as he finished, giving me his entire length as he stuffed the tip of the latex. He closed his eyes for a second as he enjoyed the high before he rolled away and cleaned himself up.

I lay there, my body more satisfied than it’d ever been. All the guys I’d been with before were just practice.

This was actual fucking.

I could lie there and go straight to sleep.

I turned to the nightstand and noticed the time.

Shit, I had to get home.

I got out of bed and got dressed, doing my best to smooth the bird’s nest on my head. I looked in the mirror on the wall and fixed my smeared mascara and reapplied a coat of lipstick from the tube in my purse. Even then, I still looked like I’d been thoroughly fucked. Hades had taken me over and over again, ready to start up again just minutes after the last go.

He returned to the bedroom, over six feet of masculine nakedness. Even when he wasn’t hard, he still had a nice dick to show off, the kind that was big even when it was soft. He sauntered inside, carrying himself like a knight. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and pulled them up his muscular legs. “I can take you home.”

And have my mother see? That was a crazy idea. “I don’t mind walking.”

“It’s midnight.”

“I like walking in the dark.”

He rose to his feet and gave me a cold look. “That’s too damn bad.”

“Then I’ll take a cab.” My mother didn’t care about the guys I ran around with, but she would definitely care if Hades Lombardi was the man I was sleeping with.