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“Fine!” I rolled onto my back and pulled her over me with her legs, straddling my hips. I grabbed my dick and held it steady for her to sit on and slide down until her ass touched my upper thighs.

For a woman who’d been married for almost two years, she was still green as fuck. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear she’d only ever been fucked in the missionary position because everything else makes her blush to her roots with a lost look on her face.

I took her hips between my hands and showed her how to bounce up and down on my cock the same way I had the first time I made her ride me. She soon found her rhythm, squeezing her pussy around my cock as she bit her lip in deep concentration.

“Now move any way you like.” I took my hands away from her hips and slid them up to cup her tits as she bit her lip with another one of those stymied looks on her face.

I tweaked her nipples hard then fast before pulling her down so I could suck them into my mouth. It was then that she started moving again, rotating her hips from side to side, then moving them around in circles before lifting off, then slamming her cunt down hard on my rod as her body took over.

She grunted like a little pig as she stuffed herself full of cock, lost in her own pleasure as she used my cock to get off. I watched her face as she kept her eyes closed while she rode my cock and came time and time again.

She had no idea that I was taking notes of everything about her. I have to if my plan to enslave her is gonna work. I want her so addicted to my cock and me that she’d forsake everything else just to have us. I want to be the only thing on her mind, morning, evening, noon, and night.

Only then will this fire that’s been burning inside me forever be calmed. I dropped her nipple and laid back against the pillows. “Look at me.” Her glazed over eyes opened and found mine, burning with lust and hungry need.

I cupped the back of her head with my hand and pulled her down to seal her lips with mine as I fucked up into her with deep strokes that made her pussy weep. I went in search of her sweet spot and found it with the tip of my cock, making her screech and buck in orgasm, dragging me along with her. “I’m cumming inside you again, can you feel me?”

I like telling her each and every time I’m offloading inside her sweet cunt because I want her to remember always that I’m going to breed her before long, that I’m going to tie her to me with the child I plan to plant in her womb before the month is out.

My cock stayed hard inside her even after I came, and she dropped onto my chest panting and out of breath. I ran my hands up and down her back, soothingly a sense of peace overcoming me at the sweetness of the moment. She’s getting more use to me now, not always ready to pull away as soon as I cum inside her.

I think I may have given her the idea that that’s the only reason we fuck because of the old tradition. I’d played it that way, of course, because it’s the only way to get her on board, well it was in the beginning.

But she has to know by now that a man doesn’t fuck a woman this hard and this often just to fulfill some old archaic family tradition. She has to know that I’ll be fucking her long after she has our first child and beyond. It helps that her pussy has me trapped, but that my feelings for her go beyond what we share in bed. I guess you can say the mind-blowing sex is just the cherry on top.

When she’d calmed down enough that her breath was no longer pants of air, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close, feeling the warmth of her just fucked body seep into mine.

“How was your day, angel? I’m sorry I couldn’t be more attentive, it wouldn’t have been right seeing as you were burying your husband, but that’s the last time.”

“What do you mean?” She lifted up off my chest, eyes wide with apprehension.

“I mean that starting tomorrow, I won’t stay away from you, which means that it’s only a matter of time before everyone knows that you’re my woman, that I’ve taken you to my bed.”

“You can’t. It’s too soon…”

“I can, and I am. Where the fuck are you going?” I grabbed her hips as she tried to dismount. “You’re not going anywhere!” She fumed down at me with that cute mouth of hers in a pout, and my cock went back to full hard.


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