I stare into her eyes with a menacing grin on my lips.
“The worst hasn’t even started, acushla.”
And with those words, I pluck her hands off my shoulders and pin her down by the wrists like I wanted to. I bite hard into her neck again and start to repeatedly thrust into her, making sure she won’t be able to walk straight in the morning.
“Oh God!” she begins to yell in my ear, making me let go of her wrists so that one of my hands can cover her mouth.
My cock plunges into her pussy in unmerciful strokes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with each thrust.
“Look at you,” I hoarsely mumble in her ear. “You just lost your virginity, and already your pussy is stretched and begging for a beating. Is this what you wanted, wife? To be used like a fucking ragdoll for your husband to get off on?”
Her muffled cries are too muddled by my hand for me to understand what she’s saying. The only thing I make out is that she’s no longer speaking in English. Since I’m not fluent in Spanish, she could be speaking in tongues for all I know.
When I’m close to my own tipping point, I remove my hand from her mouth and kiss her, swallowing up all her loud moans. She tastes like the sweetest sin, her core constricting around my length, spurring blind spots to begin to blur my vision. The minute her eyes become two large saucers, surprised she’s cumming again, I bite down on her lip, just so I can fuck the orgasm out of her. Once I’ve made sure she’s ridden her high to its conclusion, I then quickly pull out and jerk my cock in my hand until spurts of my cum cover her stomach. Sitting back on my heels, I stare at my handiwork and frown.
Not wearing a condom was stupid.
But then again, she caught me by surprise.
Next time I’ll be better prepared.
When I feel her eyes on her belly, staring at my release, my frown disappears.
I rub my cum into her skin and then lift two fingers to her lips.
“Open your mouth,” I order.
Her eyelashes bat a mile a minute, but she obeys and parts that gorgeous mouth of hers open for me.
“Suck.”
She doesn’t put up a fight, which is a testament to how good a fuck I gave her. The small amount of time I’ve spent with my wife has taught me she lives to fight with me.
Her tongue wiggles around my fingers, licking them clean, her gaze once again going half-mast.
For a woman who has never had sex in her life, she sure as fuck knows how to play with a man’s heartstrings. If I had a heart, that is, then I’m sure I would have gotten on my knees to give her whatever she wanted, just to have her suck my cock as well as she is sucking my digits. My shaft instantly hardens with the idea, telling me it’s done waiting for the second round of tonight’s big event.
“Does that taste good?”
Under hooded eyes, she nods, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment now that the full haze of lust has lifted somewhat.
“Good. Get accustomed to it. Because my cum will now be your breakfast, lunch, and dinner until I say otherwise.”
Her flushed cheeks only increase in color when I pop my fingers from her mouth.
I get off the bed and put my arms under her limp body to lift her up.
“Where are we going?” she asks, startled, wrapping her arms around my neck, afraid I might drop her.
“I’m going to give you a bath to get you nice and clean, wife. But don’t you worry. You won’t remain that way for long. Or do you want to end tonight’s lesson here?” I arch a brow.
She shakes her head and then cradles it into the crook of my neck.
“I told you I want to learn,” she whispers, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at how fucking trusting she’s being right now.
I could do whatever I wanted to her at this very moment, and she’d let me.
It’s as much a turn-on as it is aggravating.
But instead of revealing my thoughts to her, all I do is tip her chin up with my knuckles and stare into her warm earthy-brown gaze.
“Be careful what you wish for. Some lessons you can’t take back once you’ve learned them.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“You should be.”
The next morning, I wake up with strands of hair in my mouth. I brush them away, my eyes landing on the woman lying beside me, blissfully asleep, using my chest as a pillow.
I replay in my head all the things I did to her body last night, my cock hardening at reclaiming my wife again this morning.
“Good morning,” she coos, her voice dripping like molasses.
“Hmm.”