>Mallory
My husband started to push his manhood deeper inside, my nails digging into my palm, sotis the rare moans would escape from his lips.
"Fuck! I’ll never get tired of hearing your moans," he whispered panting, my body reacting to his words. "You’re tightening, you should relax more -"
My vision was getting blurry. Tears slowly forming on the corner of my eyes as he thrust deeper and deeper.
I always underestimated just how long ten inches actually was. He had only just pushed one-third of his manhood inside and my body was already tensing up?
"Relax, wife..." he whispered while nibbling my ears.
"... Curse you and your calming voice," I mumbled.
The tal in my wrist was starting to sting, the coldness making tense up more.
"P-pleasee...remove...the cuffs..." I begged, it’s getting harder and harder to breath with his every thrust.
A trail of saliva fell from my mouth to my jaw as he was continuously hitting the entirety of my stomach with each thrust.
"Alright..." he replied, pinning two of my hands against the wall without breaking eye contact, a few seconds later I heard a soft click.
"I’m going to take your clothes off," he said in-between pants. He grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head.
"Ah! Shit..." I cursed, losing my own battle as moans ca out of my mouth without stopping. I tightened my grip on the bedsheets until my knuckles turned white.
I never knew I could be this loud while making love.
Was it because of the damned drugs?
I let out a strangled moan when my husband traced his fingers over my breast before he made circular motions with them around my nipples.
"Your moans are like music to my ears, wife," he whispered. "Does it feel good when I overstimulate you like this?" Then, he nibbled onto my ear’s helix.
I knew this man was a beast but now he’s more like a monster. Am I the drugged one here or what?!
"V-Venz, stop! I feel like -" my eyes watered before arching my head back. Then, my legs loosened and dropped onto the bed, causing the bed to creak.
My entire body was heating up, sending jolts of electricity one after another as I reached climax. I could barely feel my trembling legs while pleasure juices was surging out of , dirtying the bedsheets.
I apologize for the person who have to clean the sheet after this.
"You finally moaned my na." he mumbled.
"Hmmm?"
My husband let out a relieved sigh and finally pulled out. His dick was twitching, begging for release.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, his voice gentle, his fingers brushing against my cheeks.
Still breathing heavily, I picked myself up and wiped the drool falling from the corner of my mouth. My eyes caught a glimpse just how hard he still was.
"You didn’t cum yet?" I asked.
"Not yet." he looked away. "I’m afraid you will tire yourself out any further because of ..."
I sighed. I felt like he’s always treating like a fragile glass about to break, it’s kind of frustrating.
I fixed myself up, spreading my legs in front of him.
"You think I was already satisfied with just once?" I asked, "You have to do better than that. Where’s the man who willingly fucked till morning."
His brows furrowed. "... Is the drug really the reason why you’re acting like this?"
"What do you an by that?" I asked.
Before he could reply he has already lifted one of my leg and put it on his shoulder while my other leg laid beside him.
"Wife, It was taking everything in my power to control myself because once I lost control, even I didn’t know how to stop myself." He leaned forward until our faces is a couple of centitres apart.
With a slightly worried expression on his face, he asked. "Would you punish for taking advantage of you when you’re so vulnerable?"
"... Just do whatever you want." I rested my head on the bed. "Just do it... just like how you normally would."
He clicked his tongue, jaw tightening. He repositioned himself once more and after taking a deep breath, he inserted his manhood back inside for the second ti.
With his hands on the bedfra, he started to push himself deeper inside the he began to thrust in and out of .
"S-Shit," I cursed silently as I wrapped my arm over his neck, nails digging through his skin. Our body rubbing each other soaked in sweat. Then, he slowed down, putting our foreheads together.
"S-stop staring down like that." I groaned.
"Sorry, but I can’t help but appreciate how beautiful you look." His finger pushed my ssy hair aside tucking it behind my ear, his gaze was so gentle, my heart leaped.
"Now, I can fully appreciate the faces you make as I fucked you."
"W-Why do you have to say tha- hm!" I arched my back and let out a strangled moan when he bent both of my legs up to my chest, drilling deeper inside .
I covered my mouth with my hand, my toes curling as it hit the deepest part of my stomach.
"I can feel you clenching around ," he groaned, grinding his hips against my sensitive skin.
"It feels... s-so good." he whimpered.
"F-Fuck...," I hissed when he started to pressed his thumb on my clit as he continue to thrust inside .
He had hit that spot inside multiple tis now and I was edging closer and closer to my second orgasm.
"Are you also about to cum?" I asked between breathes.
He nodded. "Y-Yes...," he breathed out.
Without sparing a second he started claiming my mouth. Our tongue clash with one another but he was the one in charge. Exploring every part, almost devouring .
We both let out a moan in the kiss, as he pumped inside even faster.
Tugging onto his hair, I tried pulling him away to get a mont to breathe. Fortunately, that worked. A long trail of saliva connected our mouths.
But before I got the mont to say anything, he had already started kissing again.
He pulled away from the kiss a second ti, groaning loudly. "I-I’m close..."
My body shuddered when he finally pulled out of . My body trembling uncontrollably once again.
"S-Shit...," he muttered as he jerked himself faster.
Strings of his hot liquid hit my abdon and chest. His body collapsing beside .
A sudden sound of phone call jolted us back up. I clumsily reached for my bag at the floor, my fingers fumbling inside my bag until I finally felt it.
I pressed the answer button without looking at the caller ID, raising it towards my ear.
"Hello?" I asked.
"So? Did you enjoy my gift?"
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