Wrath
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Good. God.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“God, Wrath. Yes.”
“You like that I’m fucking stretching you wide, don’t you.” He didn’t say it as a question.
She gasped.
When his pelvis met hers, they both groaned out in unison.
Wrath gripped her hips then, and lifted her up until just the tip of his dick was inside of her now.
“You’re so big.”
He grunted and pulled her back down on him. Wrath started pushing her on his cock again. Her tits bounced between them, and his dick was slick with her juices. His cock thickened, and his balls drew up tight. Holding onto her hips he stood and turned around with her still in his arms. He quickly bent her over the back of the couch, and slammed his shaft back into her. He bottomed out in her cunt in one swift move. He pounded into her in long, hard strokes, and the sound of her body sucking at his shaft surrounded him, fueling his arousal even higher.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. He closed his eyes. “I’m never going to get enough.” He slammed into her so hard.
“Yes.”
“Tell me, Lila. Say who you belong to.” His orgasm approached, but he wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to come first, too.
“I’ll always be yours, Wrath. Always.” Her pussy clenched around him, and she milked him until his orgasm came rushing up. He filled her with his cum, made her take all of it. Her inner muscles kept contracting around him, making the pleasure and pain last.
When he sensed and felt her relaxing, and his orgasm subsided, he pulled out and picked her up in his arms, wanting to hold her. He moved into the living room and sat on the couch, her on his lap, the weight of her body in his arms comforting.
It felt good to hold her, to have her close. They’d worked up a sweat, and it felt so good having her damp skin rub along his.
“You know how much I love you?” he whispered against her hair.
“About as much as I love you?” she moaned the words out.
He moved his hand down to the curve of her ass and gave her ass a squeeze. “You’ll never be able to love me as much as I love you.”
She made this sound of disapproval, but it was true. He loved her so much it was hard to have any other emotion inside of him.
He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have her in his life like this. They were a family, she was his soon-to-be wife, and fuck it felt good.
It felt good to finally be happy.
The End
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