Page 76 of King of Ashes
It’s so fucking much, my deflating cock slides out of her, and stumbling back, I see my cum leaking, dripping on the counter. I swipe it and paint her pussy lips with it.
Face flushed and skin glowing, she says in a daze, “Dirty.”
“You haven’t seen a thing, wife.”
She looks so relaxed, wearing the afterglow I put there. Gathering her in my arms, I bring her to bed. “All day and all night.” I warn her about what’s coming.
“Sure, threaten me with a good time.”
Let’s see if she thinks the same once I am done with her.
I toss her onto the bed and climb between her legs. “You’re my queen, but in the bedroom, I will fuck you like my slut, my personal fuck toy. Remember that.”
She wets her lips, and I turn her around, slapping her ass cheek. “Grip the headboard.”
The moment she does, I slam back inside her, not needing much recovery time.
Her moans spur me on, just like her meeting me thrust for thrust.
We’re more than capable of making love, but we’re sexual creatures, animals for each other, so our fucking has always been violent: passion and love colliding, driving us to test our boundaries, experience everything, and want more.
The only limit is sharing her. I could never do that, but I still fucked her with a vibrator while I took her ass.
This is just the beginning, and I can’t wait to unleash her dormant desires.
18
ZARA
As if it’s not enough that he rearranges my insides with every thrust, he grips the headboard, driving himself even deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in their sockets. I might black out from the intense experience.
I came once, and I will come again. Some forgotten knowledge, instinct, but every moan of desire he draws from me, every bit of pleasure he coaxes from deep within me, rings with undeniable truth.
I feel him everywhere. In me. Around me. Filling me. Surrounding me. His heady scent intoxicates my senses. His hard body owns me. He takes me apart and pieces me back together into something different, molding me to him, shaping me as his own. God, I am losing myself to him, and it feels liberating. It’s pure completion, absolute insanity, yet I crave it all and more.
It’s too much, not enough. I might die from too much pleasure. What a lovely way to go.
“Vian…” I moan his name in surrender, clawing at the mattress not to slip into delirium.
“Just like that. Fuck you’re doing amazing, feel how you stretch around me, how your pussy grips me?”
“I do,” I moan, throwing my head back in sheer bliss.
“I’ll make you come so often you will lose count,” he says, burying himself to the hilt inside me.
Desire runs through me, heating my skin––delirious with lust. It’s like I’ve tapped into a sexual world where pleasure rules and gratification is an endless resource.
He slowly pulls out, and I feel every ridge as if he tattoos his cock on my pussy walls, causing a shiver to travel through me. Then he drives himself back inside with such force the bed thuds. I am shaking in the wake of this tornado of a man blasting through me.
His thumb comes into play, circling my clit, and he nibbles my neck, tearing me apart in the best way possible. I am not made of bones and flesh anymore, but of pure sensation.
I let myself fall, knowing he will catch me. I might have lost everything, but I’ve gained him. The knowledge echoes in my brain like a testament to us being fated. Maybe that’s why we had to lose the people we loved, because what transpires between us is pure madness, raw obsession. We were inevitable. I am sure of that, just like I am sure I was made to be his, to rule the world with him by my side.
The pleasure unfolds from within me, and I cry out, alerting the whole building.
I can’t stop trembling in the wake of my orgasm, but he’s not done with me. He rolls me onto my side, and instinctively, I know what he wants. I lift my leg, hooking it over his thigh as he enters me.
I don’t have a favorite position, desperate to just feel him inside me.
