Just when I thought my wife couldn’t get any more addictive, she goes ahead and proves me wrong. Her willingness to put herself at risk to help me may be the hottest thing she’s ever done, and that’s saying something.
When I was strongly advised to marry and then when I decided to take her specifically, I never expected to get an actual partner out of it. It wasn’t something I was interested in and it wasn’t something I thought she could ever, or would ever, want to provide.
The fact that she’s even offering her help cracks through the final layer of ice around my heart and makes that dark organ hers. It starts to beat again after years of inactivity. Slowly, carefully, as if scared of its own strength, of the way the pulse announces its revival with thunderous aplomb.
I wonder if she knows. Does she have any idea at all that her very breathing controls me? That I can’t focus when we’re in the same room because my senses are entirely trained on the rise and fall of her breaths to pick up on any shift that might indicate discomfort?
Any power I have pales in comparison to the one she wields over me. She has the ability to control me with nothing but a smile and a whispered word, a power that hundreds of men would kill to possess, and I’m not sure she even wants it.
I never expected this obsession to turn into more. To not only have her become my greatest weakness, but to truly embrace it.
My mouth finds hers with the same kind of urgent desperation that’s racing through my mind. Heat barrels through me at the first contact of our lips. She reaches to cup the back of my neck and pulls me closer, extricating a lustful groan from me in the process.
Reaching into my pocket, I find the small remote I tucked in there earlier and press the button. Tess startles, a surprised gasp falling from her lips and into my mouth as she jumps back. Wide blue eyes framed with long lashes look up at me in shock as a buzzing sound comes to life between us.
“What–” she gasps again, her features twisting erotically.
“It’s a vibrating plug,” I purr, kissing her lips.
“Oh, god,” she whispers, hands fisting my shirt as her knees falter.
My eyes are trained on her face, unable to look away from the spectacle that is her growing pleasure. “How does it feel?”
She groans. “You’re– you’re evil for this.”
I chuckle darkly, lifting my phone to my ear.
“Yes?” Cillian answers.
“Turn the cameras off on the roof.”
Tess’s eyes darken and she takes a step back.
My gaze tracks her like a hunter as he laughs. “You think I left those on? I’m quite attached to my staff these days. The last thing I need is you taking them out one by one on your way home because they might have watched you defile your wife. They’re off. Enjoy.”
I hang up and pocket my phone, advancing on Tess. My voice is rough as gravel when I speak.
“Lift up your dress.”
She grabs the hem of the tight material and starts shimmying it slowly up her hips, revealing the pink panties I saw earlier.
She keeps retreating, her eyes two pools of liquid lust.
Her back hits the wooden railing at the edge of the rooftop and she comes to a stop, tilting her chin up at me as I continue approaching.
I stop less than a foot away from her, the glow from the string lights casting a looming shadow of my body over hers. My hand reaches out and I trace two fingers slowly up her lace-covered slit. She trembles, her whole body racking with shivers.
“Is this my pussy?” I ask quietly.
She nods, the up and down movement of her chin frenzied.
“Words.”
“Yes,” she admits breathily.
Adding more pressure now, I move my hand higher and rub the tips of my fingers over her clit. The lacy fabric abrades harshly against her flesh, making her legs quiver.
“I could make you come just like this,” I note. My gaze lifts to hers. “Is that what you want?”
She shakes her head, her eyes still as wide as when I first turned on the plug.
“No.”
Even as she issues a denial, her back arches, pushing her pussy into my hand.
“What do you want?”
She moans, dropping her head back against the wooden panel behind her. Her eyes flutter close, delirious arousal leading to her total submission.
“Your mouth on me.”
“Where?”
Her hands come up to her chest and she cups her breasts through her dress, pushing them together.
“H-here.”
Her legs shake violently as the plug continues to buzz loudly inside her, stretching her forbidden hole.
“Show me my tits,” I ask hoarsely.
Her eyes open, the pupils blown wide. She fingers the left strap of her dress and pulls it down her shoulder, repeating the move again with the right. Then she grabs the front neckline with both hands and yanks it down. Her breasts spill out of her top, bare and unrestrained. She left her bra at home when she picked this dress, and I’ve never been happier about anything in my life.
Tess swallows thickly at the raw hunger that marks my face.
“Fucking perfect,” I whisper huskily. I lift my eyes back up to hers. “Put them in my mouth.”
Her lips part, her breaths turning threadbare. She reaches for the back of my neck once more and pulls me down towards her chest. When I’m inches from her tits, I look up at her expectantly.
“Ask me,” I demand.
“Put your mouth on me.”
“Where?’
“On my breasts,” she whines, driven mad with desire.
“Ask me nicely.”
She arches into me frustratedly, her mouth turning down into a pout. “Please. Please lick my b– oh, god,” she shrieks when my lips close around her taut nipple.
I suck the tight peak into my mouth, rolling it between greedy lips.
“Yes…yes,” she moans haltingly.
I alternate harsh lashes of my tongue lapping at the unbelievably hard nipple with suckling at it like a newborn, once in a while throwing in grazes of my teeth over the sensitive skin.
When I look up at her, her head is thrown back in rapture, her fingers digging savagely into my hair. She’s trembling so uncontrollably that I lace my free hand around her waist to keep her upright. My right hand remains between her legs, playing with her clit as I move to her other nipple.
Tess writhes, her moans turning to cries of desperate pleasure, and when I bite the tight peak of her nipple in conjunction with pinching her clit, she comes quick and hard, surrendering to wave after wave of her powerful climax.
She slumps against my chest, but I don’t give her time to catch her breath. I thumb the remote and press the button again, upping the speed of vibrations by two levels.
Tess shrieks in surprise and her legs give out, but I catch her, holding her tightly against my chest.
My lips brush the curve of her ear. “Where do you want me tonight, wife? In your tight cunt or your virgin ass?”
She shudders powerfully against me, her loud breathing almost drowning out the buzz of the plug still buried inside her. I start to think she’s not going to answer, but then she whispers, “My pussy.”
“Mhmm, not ready to take my cock back here?” I question, reaching around to grab a handful of her ass. “That’s okay, I can be patient for you, amor.”
Wrapping an arm around her elbow, I pull her along the edge of the rooftop until the upright wooden panels end, leaving only the railing. I cup her nape and slam my mouth down on hers in a heated, possessive kiss. Her arms twine around my neck as my hand reaches between her legs and fists the fabric of her panties, ripping them clean off.
She gasps, eyes flying open to find mine already on her.
“Bend over the railing,” I order against her lips.
Tess turns in my arms, keeping her gaze on mine over her shoulder. Her back is pressed to my chest as she peeks over the railing and down. Below us, there’s a thin stream of people milling about the club’s entrance, smoking and bantering.
“Pull your dress back up to cover your tits,” I grunt territorially, the thought of anyone looking up and seeing her bare nipples as appealing as being cattle prodded for twenty four hours straight. She does as instructed, hiding away those perfect, perky tits for now. I palm her nape in my hand. “Now bend over and push your ass out.”
She moans wantonly and leans forward over the railing.
“You’re going to have to be real quiet, amor,” I murmur, bending over her and rubbing a casual hand across her ass and down her thigh. “If a single one of those men looks up and sees you like this, their blood will be on your hands.”
“No,” she gasps. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good girl,” I purr. “Now reach back and spread your cheeks for me. Show me my toy.”
Her face flushes a violent color of red, one that tightens my stomach in excitement. I love her shyness in bed. It’s so innocent, like I haven’t already seen and kissed every inch of her body.
Tentative, trembling hands reach back and each grab a cheek. And then she spreads for me, revealing that perfect pink jewel. The powerful vibrations coupled with the removal of her cheeks which had been keeping it in position combine to make the plug bob obscenely back and forth.
She keens loudly at the new sensation, then violently sinks her teeth into her lower lip and muffles her cries when she remembers she needs to be quiet. Looking down, I see that everyone is still occupied with their conversations and no one is looking up.
“That was close, preciosa, and we haven’t even gotten started.”
She nods, speechless, her hold on her ass faltering when I drop to my knees behind her.
“So pretty,” I murmur heatedly. Leaning in, I circle my tongue around the base of the plug, licking at the taut skin. “Soaking wet too.”
“It feels so good,” Tess pants, working to keep her voice barely above a whisper.
Standing, I spank her ass and she cries out. She releases her ass and slaps a hand over her mouth, her eyes bulging. Then she glares over her shoulder at me.
“Are you trying to make me scream?”
“Always, amor,” I say, ripping my trousers open and slamming my cock inside her to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Her hips drive savagely into the railing and I wrap a hand over her mouth to smother the loud scream that rips from her lips. She pants raggedly against my fingers, groaning noisily despite her covered mouth. I’m as affected as she is, needing this momentary respite to get used to being buried so deeply inside her. The double penetration with the toy constricts her pussy until I’m stretching her to the limit. Her passage is impossibly tight, squeezing me greedily and making me lightheaded beyond belief. The plug’s vibrations pulse through the thin wall of her pussy and up to my cock, sending a trail of electricity straight to my balls.
I remove my hand and drop my forehead against her neck, seeking calming breaths. I’m about to blow from one stroke alone.
“Oh, my god, Thiago. Move,” she begs, desperation coloring her tone.
“Move?” I repeat. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” she pants.
“So polite,” I praise, drawing back my hips then thrusting forward. She chokes out a breath. “Like this, amor?”
Grabbing her waist, I drive inside her again, using all of my concentration to think about war and famine and death so I don’t come on the third stroke. Garbled words fall from her lips as I slam back into her, her body thrashing under the power of my thrusts.
“Y-yes.”
“Fuck, you’re dripping everywhere,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “You love having both your holes stuffed.”
She nods dementedly, head bobbing back and forth wildly. I pound savagely inside her, the crude noises of my hips slamming against her ass the best melody I’ve heard in years.
“The plug in your ass is making your pussy so tight.” With each stroke, I pull her hips back to meet mine, the rhythm absolutely brutal. “So fucking tight. You’re wrapped around me like a fucking vise.”
I hate that I can’t see her face, that I can’t watch her reactions as I bottom inside her with each thrust of my hips.
That won’t do.
I slide an arm beneath her until my hand finds and closes around her throat. She gasps when I yank her upright by her neck and slam her back against my chest. My other arm wraps around her lower stomach, keeping her pinned against me. She’s immobile, trapped in my arms, one of her hands coming up to clutch the wrist at her throat. She doesn’t remove it but uses it to hold on for dear life.
“Reach down and spread your ass again. I want to be able to go so fucking deep inside you that you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Yes, baby,” she moans, making me growl animalistically at the pet name.
When she opens her cheeks, my cock slides all the way inside her until my groin is pressed against the plug and my balls slap against her pussy.
The blood rushes down to my dick and I roar loudly, pulling us both away from the edge as I plow all the way inside her.
They’ll have definitely heard that.
“Holy fuck,” I bark, squeezing her neck tightly.
I’m silent for long, focused minutes as I pound inside her tight pussy with the single-minded focus of a Mormon on a mission. Her muscles flutter around me, clamping and releasing my cock and driving me absolutely fucking wild.
I’m never going to get tired of fucking her. Every day I discover something new that makes me completely feral. If anything, I fear for my sanity. I had a tenuous hold on it to begin with and my grasp has only gotten weaker with every passing moment spent with Tess.
“Talk to me,” she churns out between thrusts.
“Hmm?” I can’t be any more eloquent than that right now.
“Keep talking,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
“What is it you want, amor?”
“Say—” she bites her lip and moans loudly when I thrust particularly hard. “Say dirty things.”
A pleased rumble rolls up my chest as I look down at her pretty face. Eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Writhing against me.
So perfect that she must be a divinity sent to Earth for the sole purpose of tormenting me.
“You want me to say filthy things to you, amor? To talk you through how much of a good little slut you’re being for me?”
She rolls her lip beneath her teeth and groans lustily.
“Is that what you want?”
“Please.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.”
“More,” she pleads, face screwed in pleasure.
I squeeze her throat again and viciously bite her ear. She yelps. “Your sweet pussy is crushing my cock in its tight grip. It’s like you never want to let me go,” I growl. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
“I can’t,” she breathes, and fuck, this conversation is bringing me to the brink.
I move the hand on her stomach down between her legs, searching for her needy, throbbing clit. When my fingers graze over the nub, her mouth falls open. I can’t resist, I thrust my tongue past her lips and inside her wet mouth, taking advantage of the opportunity to ravage her. She groans loudly, meeting me with eager strokes of her tongue.
“What about now?” I ask. “Is this enough?”
She shakes her head, pupils so wide the blue has completely evaporated from her irises. I pound into her punishingly, pushing her up onto her toes. My fingers on her clit turn almost cruel in their attention as my other hand leaves her throat and reaches between the cheeks of her ass for that buried jewel. Gripping it tightly, I pull it out and slam it back into her ass.
I smirk manically down at Tess when she screams, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“How about now, amor?” I start fucking her with the plug, pushing it in and out of her tight hole in tandem with my brutal thrusts in her pussy.
“Oh, my fucking god.”
“There is no God here, amor. Only the devil.”
Her legs shake powerfully against mine. She’d fall to the floor if I wasn’t holding her up with fingers on her clit, my cock driving into her unbelievable pussy, and my plug diving into her forbidden hole.
Kissing her temple, I bend and brush my lips against her ear. “One day when you’re ready, I’m going to take this ass,” I murmur. “I’m going to play with it first and make sure you’re prepared, and then I’m going to place my cock against those untried muscles and I’m going to push in slowly, so slowly you’ll feel like you’re dying. And you’ll scream,” I say, plunging the vibrating plug all the way in. Then back out. And in. “You’ll scream so loudly that you’ll wake up the whole damn house. I’ll work myself deep inside you, stretching your ass until you’ll feel like you’re on the verge of breaking. But you’ll open to accept me and you’ll take all nine inches. And then I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard and for so long that you’ll feel me in your ass for the rest of your life.” Tess thrashes against me, her entire body ablaze from my multi-front assault. I know she’s close, I can feel her orgasm coiling madly inside her, climbing and climbing. “Then, and only then, will I finally own every single part of you. That’s why I want your ass, amor, because it, like everything else about you, belongs to me. It’s mine, and I’ll be counting down the days until you let me fucking prove it.”
My fingers dance mercilessly over her clit as I emphasize my words with a decided shove of the plug and my cock in both her holes at the same time.
Pressing my lips roughly against her ear, I whisper, “Is that dirty enough for you, amor?”
I don’t know if it’s my actions or my words or both, but her mouth parts, her eyes slam shut, and she comes with a lung-emptying scream. Her pussy squeezes me, her belly spasms and then fluid spurts from deep inside her, splashing everywhere.
“Fucking hell, did you just squirt?” I ask disbelievingly. I thrust even faster into her, my fingers turning frenzied on her clit. There’s another spasm, her thighs shaking violently, and more liquid gushes from her. “Puta madre. Keep coming like that. Come on, squirt for me!”
I come with a roar, unable to hold back with her pussy contracting around my cock the way it is, and spill my hot cum inside her.
When I calm down, I cup her throat and pull her head back against my shoulder. A smug, satisfied grin tugs at the corner of my lips. “My hot little wife, you’ve been hiding this from me.”
“I didn’t… I didn’t know,” she answers, shame-faced. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Your pussy went off like a fountain taking my cock, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and felt,” I growl, turning off the plug, removing it, and wrapping both arms around her. “It’s never happened before?”
“No.”
Burning, bright red flames of possessiveness lick at my insides and I grin.
“What?” she asks.
“I fucking love hearing that no other man has been able to make you squirt, that your pussy only cries for my cock. If you needed any more indication that you were made for me, that you belong to me,” I breathe, “this is it. Look no further.”
