Chapter 74 PLEASE, HUBBY.
\~~~RAINA.
I screamed louder, yanking his hair harder, my body arching off the bed. “Don’t stop… fuck!” Pleasure built like a storm, my pussy clenching around his fingers, so close to the edge.
Just as I teetered on the brink, he pulled away, leaving me gasping and empty. “Not yet,” he murmured, rising up. He lined his dick at my entrance, the thick head nudging my slick folds.
Then he thrust in, hard and deep, filling me completely. I screamed, my walls stretching around his massive cock as he pounded into me.
Each slam hit deep, his hips snapping against mine, and his balls slapping my ass. “Luciano… oh fuck!” I cried, pleasure and pain mixing as he stretched me wide.
He gripped my hips, pulling me onto him with every thrust, his pace brutal. Tears streamed down my face from the overwhelming sensation, but I begged for more, my nails digging into his back. “Harder, please!”
“You like this, baby?” he grunted, sweat dripping from his brow.
“No…! I hate…” I screamed, but my body lied, clenching around him as I neared the peak.
He noticed, pulling out immediately, leaving me throbbing and desperate. “You don’t cum until I say so, sunshine.” His hand came down on my ass with a sharp slap, the sting making me yelp.
He turned me over roughly, positioning me on all fours. Another slap landed, harder, and my skin burned as he shoved his cock back inside from behind.
I cried out, “Asshole!” The angle let him go deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.
He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back as he pounded relentlessly. “You like this? Say it, baby, say it!”
“Fuck you!” I screamed, pushing back against him despite myself.
“So fierce, I love that too,” he grunted, his free hand spanking my ass again, the rhythm of his thrusts never slowing. He fucked me hard, his cock dragging against my walls, building that fire again. Slaps echoed with each pound, and my ass piercing and throbbing as the juice dripped down my thighs. I moaned, lost in it, his grip on my hair pulling just right, arching my back.
He kept going, grunting with effort, sweat slicking our bodies. “Take it all, my little slut,” he growled, slamming deeper. I whimpered, the pleasure coiling tight, every thrust pushing me higher.
Then he pulled out again, flipping me around. In one fluid move, he lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he impaled me on his cock. He fucked me like that, standing, my back against the wall for leverage. His hands gripped my ass, bouncing me on his length, the new angle making me sob with need.
“Please… Luciano, I can’t…” I begged, my nails raking his shoulders.
“You wanna cum?” he asked, his voice strained, and faces inches apart as he thrust up into me.
“Yes, yes, fuck!”
“Say, please, hubby.” He groaned, still fucking me deep, our breaths mingling.
“Fuck you,” I spat, even as my pussy fluttered around him.
“Then, you don’t wanna cum, baby.” He slowed just enough to torture me.
“Fuck, please, hubby, pleaseeee, I wanna cum!” I cried, breaking, the words tumbling out in desperation.
“That is my girl,” he growled, picking up speed, pounding harder. His cock swelled inside me, and with a final deep thrust, he came, hot spurts filling me as he screamed my name. I shattered with him, my orgasm ripping through me, screams echoing around the room as my pussy milked him dry, and waves of ecstasy leaving me boneless.
When he was done, and when I could not feel any part of my body anymore, he dropped me on the bed, collapsing beside me. His chest heaved, arm draping over my waist possessively.
“Take a breath, wifey, we go again.”
Kill me.
Oh, just kill me!
Please, just take a knife already, and kill me. But even though I wanted to say that, even though I wanted to protest, I couldn't.
I mean, I couldn't even lift a finger, so moving my mouth was far-fetched.
Every muscle in me screamed in protest, my pussy still pulsing from the way he had wrecked it with cum still leaking out between my thighs. And Luciano? The bastard was just lying there, one arm slung over my waist like he owned me, which, let's face it, in his twisted mind, he did. His chest rose and fell steadily, that smug satisfaction radiating off him like heat from a furnace.
I glared at the ceiling, willing my limbs to cooperate. Come on, Raina, say something snarky. Tell him to shove his 'wifey' bullshit where the sun doesn't shine. But nope. My tongue felt like tied, and my throat raw from all the screaming half in pleasure, half in fake outrage. Fake? Yeah, right. Who was I kidding? That orgasm had ripped through me like a freight train, leaving me shattered and stupidly sated. And now he wanted another round? As if I hadn't already given him everything short of my soul.
His hand started tracing lazy circles on my hip, dipping lower, teasing the curve of my ass. “What is the matter, Solnishko? Cat got your tongue?” His voice was all gravel and amusement, like he knew exactly how boneless I'd become.
I managed a weak groan, which probably sounded more like a purr. Oh, my traitorous body. “You're... insane,” I mumbled, the words slurring out. It was the best I could say, and even that took effort.
He chuckled, rolling halfway over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His cock, still half-hard, the monster, brushed against my thigh, and I swear my core twitched in response. No. Absolutely not. “Insane? “Oh, tell me you don't love it. Admit it,” He nipped at my earlobe, breath hot.
“Love it? I'd rather... eat glass,” I shot back, but it came out breathy, lacking bite. Damn him for making me sound like this. My mind flashed to Talia again and the life she ditched me into. If she walked back now, what would I say?
‘Hey sis, thanks for the upgrade to sex god husband, but can we trade back?' The guilt twisted in my gut, mixing with the lingering high. I wasn't her. He thought I was, and every touch blurred that line a little more.
Luciano's fingers slid between my legs, gentle now, circling my swollen clit. I jerked, oversensitive, a whimper escaping before I could stop it. “Liar,” he whispered, slipping one finger inside, easy from how wet I still was. “Your body is begging for more.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip to stifle the moan. Sarcasm was my shield, but it was cracking. “Keep dreaming, hubby dearest. This wife is on strike.”
He laughed outright, withdrawing his hand and pulling me flush against him. “Strike? We will see about that.” His lips brushed my shoulder, soft for once, but I knew it was just a pause. The man was relentless.
Exhaustion won out, pulling me under despite the sarcasm bubbling in my head. As sleep tugged at me, I couldn't shake the thought, what the hell was I getting into? Talia better stay gone, because if she came back now, she'd have to fry this complicated mess out of my head.
But for now, damn it all, I let his warmth seep in, just a little. Round two could wait, or so I told myself.