The only man she had eyes for in the room was me. And she looked back at me, her eyes hazy and dazed as I worked her to another orgasm. Her eyes focused on the hand around my cock, and she moaned. “Come on me, sir. Please come on me.”
Ah, fuck.
I worked my hands harder, fisting myself while I finger fucked her. She watched me all while she writhed as much as she could in her restraints. I heard some men around us groaning as they finished, and the sounds of their groans seemed to spur her on more.
“Sir, please,” she begged me. “Make a mess on me. I want to be drenched in your cum.”
That fucking did it.
With a roar, I emptied myself on her chest just as she came on my fingers, her walls clutching at me. I groaned, stroking myself, squeezing out my cum on her belly and chest. Her pretty tits were coated in it.
It was a beautiful fucking sight.
Then, because I still wasn’t done, I moved over the table and slid deep inside of her. I gripped her jaw, forcing her to lock eyes with me as I fucked her over and over.
“Who do you belong to?” I growled down at her.
“You, sir. I belong to you,” she moaned. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, but she snapped them right back open before I had to reprimand her.
Such a fucking good girl.
“Every part of you,” I rasped, “is mine. Your mind. Your body. Your heart. Your soul. It’s mine.”
“Yes!” she cried out, coming around me again. I pumped into her, making a mess of both of our bodies. People had swarmed around us, fucking each other as they watched us, but Inessa and I were focused on each other. Nothing and no one else existed outside of us.
“Please don’t ever let me go,” she whispered, stunning me for a moment.
I quickly recovered from my shock and lowered my lips to hers. “Never, my little wife. Never.”