“Fuck, sunshine. You’re so wet for me. I knew you missed me. Let me get you ready,” he slides a finger in me.
As he fucks me with his finger, his mouth follows the route his hand just took. Kissing its way down my body. When he gets to my center, he pulls my panties down, reveling in how much I need him.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Cecilia. You’re gorgeous. Breathtaking,” he sighs out.
Then he pounces. He starts lapping at my core. A moan slips from beneath my lips. Then he slips in a second finger and focuses his mouth on my clit.
It’s been so long since I’ve had his touch that I don’t last long. After less than a minute, I’m falling over the edge.
He groans into me as I scream his name. The ecstasy I feel is unmatched. But it’s not enough.
I need him. All of him.
He pulls back just enough to strip off his boxers, and I see it. The wet spot on the front. I raise an eyebrow at him, shocked that he found his own release simply from giving me mine.
“Hearing my name on your lips as I send you over the edge with the taste of you on my tongue and your pussy choking myfingers…” He shakes his head. “I’m only human. I can’t resist that. It’s really for the best. I would’ve only lasted seconds inside of you.”
He pumps his dick twice in his hands, then crawls back up me, and captures my mouth. I can’t even be upset at my taste on his mouth because he thrusts into me in that moment.
I scream even though he prepared me for it. The fullness is everything I’ve needed. It’s everything I’ve been missing.
I look up, and he’s staring into my soul. I turn my head away, trying to break the eye contact, the intimacy. But he doesn’t let me. He grips my chin and forces my head towards him.
“My wife will look at me when I’m fucking her. You will know it’s your husband making you feel this way,” he growls.
And it infuriates me.
It reminds me of what he’s done. That he orchestrated our marriage while I was drugged. And I’m blinded with rage.
“I’m not your wife,” I seethe.
“Yes, you fucking are. You’re mine. And I’ll never let you go.” He smirks. “Get used to it,wife.”
He emphasizes‘wife’,and it has me seeing red.
Like a woman possessed, I bring my hands around his neck. And tighten.
I choke him.
I choke my husband.
When I realize what I’m doing, I start to loosen my grip, horrified by my actions.
“Tighter,” he gasps out.
I look up and see the feral gleam in his eyes.
He fucking likes it. The sick bastard actually likes it.
But it feels too good to have an outlet for my rage, so I tighten my grip and choke my husband. I take my fury out on him.
And all the while, he continues thrusting into me. In fact, it’s spurring him along. He’s even more relentless now, shoving me into the mattress with each thrust.
It’s feels euphoric.
When his face goes from red to purple, I drop my hands, not wanting to kill him. Not yet at least.
Then I turn my head to the arm holding him up next to me.
