Chapter 23 To the Hilt
KIER
Damn it. I wanted to hear her moans. I wanted to hear her scream my name, to make sure she knew exactly who was inside her and never forgot it.
But since I couldn't have that, I'd make sure she felt it.
With every thrust of my hips, I'd etch myself into her body, deep enough that she'd never want to lay with another man.
The thought was possessive. Animalistic. And yet, it was me. It had always been me. Even as a child, I hated sharing what was mine. As I grew, that feeling only became fiercer, especially with the women I fucked.
But they were never for keeps. When I took them, they knew, as long as they lingered around me, only I got to touch them. And when I was done, the others could have them.
But this? This was different.
She was my wife. My wife. And I didn't just want to claim her, I wanted to own her in every way. Even men who hated their wives still refused to share them. That was just how it worked.
And right now, as I looked down at her, I knew one thing for certain, I'd never share her with another man. Not in this lifetime.
We weren't against the wall anymore. I got tired of that position. I wanted to see her, to watch her unravel beneath me.
Now, I was standing at the foot of my bed. She was wrapped around me, legs locked around my waist, arms gripping my neck. And I was still buried inside her.
I gripped her hips, dragging her off my cock until only the tip remained inside. Then, I let go. Her body slid back down, impaling herself onto me at an angle that had her gasping, her swollen clit grinding against my pelvis, my cock slamming into that one spot deep inside her.
There it is.
The moment I found it, her reaction was sinful. Her eyes rolled back, her breath hitched, and her already-soaked pussy clenched around me.
I smirked, biting down on my lip ring.
"Looking at you, I never would've guessed you'd be such a slut in bed."
Her eyes snapped open, hazy and unfocused, just as I slammed back into her.
She shuddered violently again, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. Silent moans parted her lips, and fuck, I wanted to hear them.
Then I looked down.
And my breath stopped.
There, just above her lower stomach, I saw it.
The outline of my cock, bulging beneath her skin.
I froze. She followed my gaze, and her lips parted in shock.
How deep was I?
Curious, I pressed my palm against the raised shape, the head of my cock visible through her stomach.
She jolted. A full-body shudder racked through her, her walls tightening around me so brutally that I almost groaned in pain.
Then I realized, she was coming. Again.
Just from me touching it.
I stared, utterly transfixed. Her hair spilled down her back in damp waves, stray strands sticking to her flushed forehead. Her breasts bounced with each breath, nipples swollen and aching for attention.
And fuck, I just watched as she rode out her orgasm.
Her body trembled, muscles contracting as another silent moan fell from her lips. Then, with a final shudder, she collapsed against my shoulder.
I held her tightly, my cock still throbbing inside her.
Damn.
That was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. And my dick agreed, because it twitched hungrily, still buried deep inside her.
After a few seconds, she lifted her head, but she didn't look at me.
No.
She was staring down, mesmerized by the imprint of my cock pressing against her stomach
That was hot.
While she was still staring at the outline of my cock pressing against her stomach, I tightened my hold on her waist and pulled out slowly, dragging against her hot, dripping walls.
Her eyes widened, her breath catching as she watched. And when I reached her entrance, I twisted my hips.
She jerked, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as her dazed eyes snapped up to mine.
That was when I slammed back inside her.
"Ohhhhh.."
Her mouth formed a perfect 'O,' her body trembling. And before I even knew what had gotten into me, I kissed her.
From the moment I first entered her, I hadn't touched those lips. But to say I hadn't been tempted? That would be a lie.
So I gave in.
It wasn't a sweet, sensual kiss, it was rough, messy, filled with the insane need to ruin her completely.
I devoured her mouth, shoving my tongue inside, and she responded by sucking on it.
Fuck. That nearly undid me.
Still holding her tightly, I moved us onto the bed. Then, I pulled out again, slowly, deliberately.
The sound was obscene. Wet. Sinful.
She was soaked, her pussy dripping all over my cock, slick coating my thighs.
But I wasn't done with her yet.
I turned her around, her back flush against my chest. Wrapping my left hand around her throat, I pulled her head back so it rested on my shoulder.
Then, gripping my cock, I slid back inside her inch by inch.
Her walls clenched, her soft but silent whimpers sending heat pooling in my gut.
When I was only halfway in, I pressed my front against her back, my hand moving to her breast, fuck, it was a perfect handful. I squeezed, kneading the soft flesh before rolling her hardened nipple between my fingers.
Her mouth parted in a silent moan.
And I wasn't finished.
Trailing my hand down from her breast, I traced the outline of my cock pressing inside her, down to where she was still dripping like a faucet.
I rubbed her slick folds, groaning at how soaked she was.
Then, without a word, I lifted my hand, coated in her arousal, and brought it to her lips.
I smirked. "Suck."
Her lips immediately wrapped around my fingers, her tongue swirling over them, licking every trace of herself.
A violent shiver ran through me.
I glanced down at my cock, still not fully seated inside her.
Keeping my gaze locked there, I murmured, "Don't you dare stop licking, Genesis."
Her entire body shuddered at the sound of her name leaving my lips. Her eyes squeezed shut…
And that was when I slammed in, filling her to the hilt.
She gasped, her teeth sinking into my finger. The pain and pleasure collided, setting every nerve in my body on fire.
My eyes slammed shut.
Fuck.
Dad, what the hell have you done to me?