Page 37 of Scorched Veil
“Again …” she whispers.
I press my lips to the back of her neck and continue to grind my hips forward, pushing my cock just a little deeper inside her without thrusting.
“My wife,” I murmur against her skin, voice low and rough. “My beautiful fucking wife … full of my cock.”
She moans softly, clenching hard around me. The feeling is so intense I have to fight the urge to start fucking her properly.
“God, you feel perfect.” I groan, tightening my arm around her waist. “So warm and wet and tight. I’m going to stay buried in you forever.”
She pushes back against me, taking me even deeper, and lets out a shaky breath.
“I like feeling you throb inside me,” she confesses quietly. “I like knowing you’re hard because of me.”
Fuck yes.
“And I like …” she stops herself.
“Don’t stop now, I love hearing what you want. I need to make sure my wife’s needs are taken care of.”
There’s a slight moment of silence before she lets out a long sigh. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this …” She shakes her head a little. “I even like the feeling of when you come inside me. The way you pulse.”
Fuck.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea what you’ve done.” I smile against her neck and slide my hand lower, resting it possessively over her lower stomach.
“You like it when I come inside you?” I murmur, voice dark and pleased. “Like the feeling of me pulsing and filling you up?”
She nods shyly, cheeks burning. “I … yeah. I like how warm it feels. How it slowly leaks out of me afterward. I like knowing you marked me.”
Fuck.
My cock twitches hard inside her. I press my palm firmer against her stomach, right where I want my child to grow one day.
“You want me to fill you up while we lie here like this?” I ask, grinding just enough to make her gasp. “You want me to stay buried in this perfect cunt and continue to pump you full of my seed.”
“Yes,” she whispers, voice trembling with embarrassment and arousal. “I like when you’re deep like this … and then I feel you throb and spill.”
I groan low in my throat and wrap my other arm around her tighter, holding her flush against me so every inch of my cock stays locked inside her.
“My dirty, sweet little fucking wife,” I rasp against her ear. “You have no idea how badly I’m going to breed you. How much I’m going to keep this belly full of me. How many times I’m going to watch my cum drip out of you.”
She clenches hard around me at my words, and that’s it, I can’t hang on any longer.
“Fuck,” I growl against her neck. “You just had to say that, didn’t you?”
I snap my hips forward in one deep, powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, the book dropping from her hands onto the lounger. I don’t stop, I start fucking her with slow, heavy strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, making sure she feels every thick inch of me.
“You like feeling me spill inside you?” I rasp, voice rough as I pound into her from behind. “You want me to breed this greedy little cunt while we lie here like a normal married couple?”
“Yes …” she moans, pushing back against me.
I grip her hip hard and fuck her deeper, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filling the air.
“Good girl.” I groan. “Then take it, take every fucking drop.”
I lose myself in her, thrusting harder, grinding deep, my hand still pressed possessively over her stomach like I’m already imagining it swollen with my child. Every thrust makes her moan louder, her pussy fluttering and clenching around me like she’s trying to milk me.
“I’m going to fill you up again.” I pant against her ear. “Right here on this lounger. I’m going to pump you so full it’s dripping down your thighs for hours.”
