When he turned me around, all of that changed.
His arm rested in the deep curve of my back, and he pulled me into him, bringing me so close that my hard nipples poked his skin. His other hand moved up my neck and into my hair, sliding through the soft curls as he pulled them away from my face. His look was still predatory and his touch possessive, but at least I saw a bit of human in him.
His thumb brushed across my bottom lip as he stared at my mouth, as he eyed me with so much lust. One of his reasons for marrying me was to fuck me. I could tell he meant that. Every single word.
He leaned in and kissed me for the first time in two years. His lips were warm and eager, and he kissed me like no time had passed at all. After the bitter way we’d left things, I was surprised he wanted to kiss me at all. I expected him to bend me over the bed and fuck me like a whore.
But he kissed me with passion, breathed deeply into my mouth before he gave me his tongue. His hand moved to my ass and squeezed one cheek as he guided me backward to the bed.
I was still rigid, but I was definitely aroused by this man. When he’d ruined our relationship, I hated him for taking away the best sex of my life, for bringing our connection to an end when we still had so much unfinished passion.
Now I had it back.
When the backs of my knees hit the frame, he pulled his lips away. “On your back.” When he made the command with that heated gaze, I knew things weren’t exactly the same. He warmed up to me a bit, but he still resented me for hurting him. Now he wanted to fuck me like he owned me.
The night would only end one way—so I obeyed. My back rested against the sheets, and my head found the pillow.
His heavy body moved on top of mine, and he widened my thighs with his knees. His thick arms hooked under my legs, and he spread me wide apart, his chiseled body hanging over mine with sculpted perfection.
His dick seemed bigger than I remembered. Or maybe he was just harder than he’d ever been in his life. He pushed on his shaft and pointed his drooling head at my entrance. He must have assumed I was wet because he didn’t bother to moisten his dick before he slipped inside me.
He was right. I was slick.
When he felt that rush of moisture meet him, he moaned and sank all the way inside me, diving deep inside and erasing all evidence that another man had ever been there. He moved until his balls slapped against my ass.
I hadn’t had a big dick like this in a long time. I hadn’t felt a man stretch me so far that it seemed like my body would cave in. My breathing increased, and my nipples became so erect they actually ached.
Then he fucked me hard.
He pounded into me at a quick speed, like he couldn’t slow himself down to appreciate every strike, every wet sensation. His ass worked hard to buck inside me, to dig me farther into the mattress while he fucked me with enthusiasm. “Fuck yes.” He fucked me like a man who hadn’t had sex in years, like I was the hottest pussy he’d ever found. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, enjoying it as his face began to tint.
Watching him enjoy me like I was the best he’d ever had chased away my fear, eradicated my insecurities. The past was irrelevant. Now we were just a man and a woman, enjoying the carnal sensations our bodies created. He wanted me so much, deep down into his soul and bones. His hips bucked like they had a mind of their own, and his anxious dick kept sinking deep with every thrust. The sound of his exertion filled the room as he fucked me like a teenager getting laid for the first time.
It was so hot.
I could feel him claiming me with his dick, consummating the hell out of this marriage, banging his wife and filling her with seed that would seep onto the sheets. Some of his previous traits had returned, like his possessiveness and his raw sexual magnetism.
All I did was lie there with my legs open, letting him take me with as much aggression as he wanted. My pussy ached because he took me so roughly, but it felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop. Just when I was about to come, he beat me to the finish line.
He groaned so loud that his sounds must have filled the hallway outside the bedroom door. His cock twitched inside me as he filled my pussy with an enormous load. His face buried into my neck as he writhed on top of me, his sweaty chest rubbing against mine. His ass tightened as he pressed deep inside me, making sure my cunt got every single drop of him.