He kicked her legs farther apart and lowered his hips, his penis firmly on top of her oversensitive folds.
She gasped.
“You’re wet,” he growled. “Wet and waiting for me, aren’t you?”
She swallowed.
“Aren’t you?” He slid his enormous head through her flesh. “Tell me, Melisande.”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?” He bumped his hips against her, and the shaft of his cock slid through her folds, setting all her nerves alight.
“Yes, I’m wet for you,” she whispered.
She tried to m›>Sh%" ove, tried to arch her hips into his, but he was too heavy, his position too firm.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” he whispered roughly against her neck. “I’m going to put my prick in your cunny and it will be just you and me, Melisande. All those others, all those memories, they don’t matter anymore.”
She opened her eyes fully at this statement and watched him. He was above her, his chest sheened with sweat. It had taken a toll on him as well, holding back, and that fact made her smile.
He looked into her eyes. “But I still need something from you.”
He moved his hips, and the head of his cock slid back until it just kissed her entrance.
She swallowed, nearly mindless with lust. “W-what?”
“I want the truth.”
He shoved and his penis began to enter her.
“I’ve told you the truth.”
He left her and she nearly wept.
He pressed his penis against her clitoris again and bore down. His arms were straight on either side of her, his upper body held apart from her straining one. “Not all of it. Not the whole truth. I want you. I want your secrets.”
“I have no more secrets,” she whispered. Her arms were shaking, still drawn over her head, and she knew her nipples were hard points between them.
He drew back and shoved his entire length inside her. She hissed. So full, so complete. It was nearly heaven.
But he stopped and held himself still. “Tell me.”
She locked her legs about him, holding his thickness within her. “I . . . I don’t—”
He frowned down at her and pulled his hips back quite deliberately. Even with her legs around him, he withdrew easily. “Do you want this? Do you want my cock?”
“Yes!” She was past pride, past deception. She needed his flesh within her. She was half mad with wanting.
“Then tell me why you married me.”
She glared at him. “Fuck me.”
A corner of his mouth twitched, though a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. He couldn’t hold out much longer either, and she knew it.
“No. But I’ll make love to you, my sweet, my lady wife.”
And he slammed his entire, thick length into her. He pounded into her wildly, completely out of control. She was past caring. Her head arched back, her eyes closed. She felt his hard body take its pleasure of hers. He leaned down and licked her shaking breasts, and she saw stars, imploding behind her eyelids, sparkling through her limbs. She gasped, and his tongue invaded her mouth. His body shook as his penis plunged into her again and again.