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We work each other slowly until she finally pulls away, too sensitive for my touch. She lets go of my cock with a pop and rolls onto the mattress. I prop up on my elbows, watching her. She lays panting and nothing makes me feel more like a God than seeing the pleasure only I can bring her.
She’s gorgeous, lying naked with a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. I’m unable to keep my hands off her as I slide my fingers up her thigh, gliding my thumb through her slit. My semi-hard cock springs back to life and I growl as she squeezes her thighs together, trapping my hand. “Are you trying to keep me from your delicious pussy, wife?”
“No, dear husband. I’d never dream of it.” She spreads her legs wide, giving me the naughtiest grin. “Come give me that huge cock, or would you prefer I beg?”
This woman.
She bursts out laughing as I jump up, diving on top of her, pinning her with my weight. The victory in her eyes makes me smile. She knows she owns me and there’s no point in hiding it. “You’re such a fucking brat.”
“You like it.” She quips.
“Yeah, I do.” Slamming inside her, my name leaves her lips with a strangled cry. Pulling out to the tip, I plunge inside her again, setting a harsh pace.
The sounds of pleasure leaving her throat spur me on and something snaps inside me. Striking her neck like a viper, I sink my teeth into her sensitive skin. She screams, but it’s followed by a deep moan, her nails clawing at my back. Warmth trickles down my spine and she flattens her hands, spreading it across my heated skin.
I grunt against her neck, my hips snapping back and forth, pummeling her pussy like my life depends on it. You’d think our sex life would’ve leveled out by now, but the more I take her, the more I crave her.
My teeth release her skin as I find her face, her lips parted and eyes on me. She brings her blood coated hand into view, pushing two fingers into my mouth. The flavor explodes across my tongue and I’m feral in an instant. My thrusts slow as I reach for the drawer in the nightstand, pulling out a knife. Flicking it open, I move the blade towards her hip where my other marks are, but she grabs my wrist, bringing it to her chest.
“This is your everything. Mark me here.” She whispers and I almost choke on the emotion she brings out of me.
Silently, I drag the blade across her chest, just above the valley of her breasts. Blood seeps from the thin mark and I swipe my fingers across it before sucking them into my mouth.
My eyes close at the taste of our lifeforce mingling together. After savoring our combined flavors for a few moments, I gather more of her blood, offering it to her. She shoves my fingers past her lips, moaning as she closes her eyes.
My cock twitches inside her and I lose all control, fucking her hard and deep while staring at my mark. “Mine” is scrolled across her heart, while my name is scarred on her hip. I didn’t know what she carved into my chest that night, but the next morning, I looked in the mirror to find a single heart etched into my skin. That was the moment I knew I owned her, as she does me, whether she realized it or not.
The memory has me on the verge of coming. Ripping my fingers from her mouth, I fist her hair, jerking her head back. I nip and suck her neck, knowing everyone who’ll see her at the bar will know who she belongs to. The thought has me grinding against her, circling my hips while she sobs beneath me.
“That’s it, little demon. Squeeze my cock.” I groan as she clenches around me.
Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth hangs open, lost in her own little world as I fuck her with everything I have. She’s going to be sore later, and I smile inwardly, knowing every time she moves, she’ll think of my cock buried deep inside her.
Sweat covers my body, dripping onto her flushed skin and it’s another way I’m marking her.
Her pussy is so fucking tight, it’s damn near painful to hold back, wanting to see her come first. I don’t have to wait long as she arches her back, her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly like I may disappear. She’s fucking beautiful, lost in the throes of passion, tortured by the intense connection between us.
When my time comes to leave this earth, I hope it’s a replica of this moment.
Nothing compares to sinking inside Nova, pumping her full of my cum, claiming her every day of our lives.
She collapses onto the mattress as I fill her up, rocking into her slowly, dragging every drop of pleasure I can from both of us. She unwraps herself from around me, her limbs falling to the mattress. Rolling to my side, I bring her with me, staying tucked inside her warmth.
Pushing the damp hair from her forehead, she finally opens her eyes. “You lost your tiara again, Mrs. Everly.”
She huffs out a laugh. “Did you like it?”
“Yep. Keep it around.”
She yawns, snuggling into my chest. “Anything for you, husband.”
A few seconds later, she’s breathing softly, falling asleep in my arms like she does every night.
We should shower.
I should change the sheets that are covered in blood, sweat, and cum.
I should cook dinner, so she doesn’t wake up hungry.