The shower space is small, but cramped or not, I’d fuck her in a mop bucket if I had to.
Nothing will stop me from having my wife.
My cock presses against her stomach as I back her up against the wall.
Ownership and need flare through me.
She’s mine.
My fucking wife.
I make eye contact with her. Water clings to her lashes and beads on her lips. I lean in, brushing my lips over hers and collecting the droplets before shoving my tongue inside her mouth.
Our bodies tense, pressing into each other’s as we kiss.
Fuck, how I want to wreck her.
To shove my cock inside my wife and take what’s mine.
But I don’t.
I force myself to go slow.
And it’s motherfucking torture.
My thumb strokes her cheek as my other hand tangles in her hair, curling in the wet strands.
One day, I’ll have this fistful of hair as I fuck her from behind.
My cock jerks when I think about it.
I breathe against her lips, “Last night, when I buried myself inside your pussy, it was nothing I’d experienced before.” I trail my hand from her face down to her thighs to cup her slick heat. “You were made for me, Liliya. While you might not have been the first bride in the contract, you were the one who was supposed to show up at the altar.”
Her sharp nails dig into my arms.
I nudge my nose against hers and then rain kisses down her jaw.
“I won’t be the perfect husband,” I whisper, my throat sore and voice hoarse. “But you’ll always come first with me. You’ll wake up with a kiss to the forehead and go to sleep with an ache in your pussy from how hard I fucked you. That’s my added fucking vow I didn’t say at the altar.”
I slip my hand behind her to grab a handful of her ass and pull her against me.
She gasps, and I catch her moan in my mouth. Her thigh lifts and wraps around me. I grind against her, my cock sliding against her folds, but I don’t give in to my desires yet.
At least not with my cock.
Her body arches as I thrust three fingers inside her, spreading her for me.
She moans against my neck as I finger-fuck her. Her heat clenches around me, and I’m close to losing my goddamn mind.
Her hips slap against the shower wall as she rides my hand.
She’s on the brink—her pussy tightening around my fingers, pulsing, and her body trembling.
I bend my knees to line up my cock with her soaked entrance. With one hard thrust, I enter her tight pussy. The longest groan of my life leaves my lungs.
I don’t move for a moment.
Just stay there—deep inside her pussy—before torturously drawing back.
