Ana
Cassio just blew my fucking mind. I’ve never had an orgasm that strong, not even on my own with the assistance of my buzzy little toys.
“Please don’t tell me we’re done,” I rasp, turning over to face my husband. I don’t think I’ve said the word please this much in one day in my whole entire life. Something about Cassio just has me willing to beg.
Wanting to explore his body like he’s explored mine, I run my fingers down his chest, running them over his soft shirt I wish would disappear.
“Let’s walk before we run, forza,” he says, snatching my hand before I can drag it all the way down.
“I like running.”
Before he can rebuttal, I press forward, sealing my mouth over his. He lets me kiss him, returning the affection momentarily. All too soon, he pulls back, grasping my face with his clean hand.
“I want you,” I pout.
“You think you know what you’re asking for, don’t you, Wife?” Cassio asks, running his fingers over my jaw. His gaze is so intense, pulling me into a sea of blue as I stare back into it. “You think I’ll be gentle and calm, holding you close and muttering sweet nothings as I take you slowly. You think you’re ready for it, because you know I love taking care of you—that I’d never hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I shiver. “You’d never hurt me.”
“No, my sweet wife, I’d never hurt you,” he agrees, leaning forward to tease the shell of my ear with his teeth. “And I can be gentle, sometimes I will be… but if you think I can contain myself the first time I fill your snug little pussy, you’d best think again, love.”
My stomach flutters, but Cassio isn’t done tormenting me with his sensual promises.
“I’m going to lose myself as soon as I feel how hot and tight you are, Wife. I’ll be brutal, demanding, and I’ll pound into you so hard, you’ll feel me in your stomach. Your screams will only spur me on, especially since you’ll like it.”
“Please,” I whimper, asking—no pleading—for him to make good on his word.
“You’ll like it so much, Ana.” He tilts my head back to brush his lips against mine, moving back when I attempt to make it deeper. “But you won’t be able to handle it, sweet wife. I’ll drive you mad. You know why?”
“Why?” I demand.
“Because, eager girl,” he teases, grinning. “I won’t let you come, not at first. I’ll drag it out for so long, you’ll want to cry. You’ll curse me, and you’ll protest with threats, but I won’t listen. I’ll take you higher and higher until you’re brought to the brink of insanity. Then and only then will I allow you to burst.”
“I can handle it,” I practically snarl, fisting his shirt. “You told me I’m strong, were you lying?”
“Oh, you’re strong.” Cassio’s hand moves down to my camisole, tugging it down on one side to free a breast. My nipple pebbles from the touch of air and he snatches it between his thumb and forefinger, smiling when a moan escapes me. “But are you strong enough to take this without preparation?”
Before I can ask what he means, he detaches my hands from his shirt. Guiding me by my wrists, he plants my palm against the bulge in his pants.
Oh, bloody fucking hell.
He’s huge.
A rush of adrenaline slams into me and my eyes snap up to meet his.
“Yeah,” Cassio rasps, squeezing my hand around his length. “You see, Wife, I can’t just lay you down and take you with this, now can I? I’ll need to stretch you with my fingers, and toy with you with my mouth first. Why do you think I’m going to edge you so hard once I finally get inside of you, hmm?”
My husband brushes his lips forward, but nips at my bottom lip instead of kissing me soundly.
“You’ll already be three or four orgasms ahead of me, and I can’t have you being too spoiled, can I?” He tsks, shaking his head. “No, you’ll need to wait until I’m ready. The first time you come all over my cock, I’ll be filling you at the same time. I’ll have earned that, won’t I?”
“Cassio, I swear to god—”
“Swear all you want, Wife,” he cuts in. “I told you, I’m going to drive you mad.” His mouth descends on my breast, leaving no room for argument. His warm tongue twirls around my sensitive nipple, causing my head to tip back as a carnal moan bursts from my lips.
“If you want my cock as badly as you claim, you’ll lie back on our bed and spread your gorgeous legs for me.”
“I—”
“You won’t be needing these,” he continues, ripping my leggings and knickers in one swift tug. He’s torn the black cotton and pink lace straight from my body like a caveman!
Gobsmacked, I breathe out hard and blink at him. His eyes have darkened, searing me with his hungry leer. “I liked those leggings.”
“I’ll buy you more,” he huffs, tossing the tatters of fabric away like they’ve offended him by hiding my body. “Fifty more if you do as you’re told.”
Oh, I like that stern, dominant tone.
“Make your mind up, Wife,” Cassio commands. “Lie back and let me devour you, or my cock isn’t going anywhere near your sweet little pussy tonight. Come on, Ana. Show me how brave you are. Be a good girl for me.”
He wants brave? I’ll be downright fearless.
Thumbing the edges of my shirt, I lift my back from the bed and shed the white material. Entirely nude while he’s still fully dressed, I center myself on the bed, pulling off the tie that keeps my braid in place. I want to feel my hair sprawled out all around me while we do this. I want it to get messy and wild, unrestrained in every way.
“Let me see you,” I request, pulling my fingers through my hair to undo the braid.
Cassio pops open the buttons on his shirt, his eyes never leaving me as he sheds the garment. He moves to work on his trousers next, and my greedy eyes soak up every detail. His tan skin, all the curves and edges that make up his body, the happy trail of dark hair from his belly button to beneath his boxers, and the deep v-lines of his hips.
He’s an absolute vision. More muscular than I imagined he would be, with toned lines and thick biceps I’d like to sink my teeth into. He has a slimmer frame than some of his brothers, but it’s clear he’s expertly crafted his body, taking care of its pristine condition over the years.
My teeth sink into my lip as he strips down to nothing, his rock-hard cock slapping against his strong thigh as he moves. It’s a little bit darker than his naturally sun-kissed complexion, sitting on top of his swollen balls. A pearl of precum glistens from the fat tip, and my mouth waters, wondering what he’d taste like if I licked him.
“Spread your legs,” he instructs, fist circling around his thick shaft. “Show me what I’m about to feast on, forza.”
Watching with rapt attention as he pumps his length twice, my legs part, exposing myself to him fully. Like he can’t wait a second longer, he descends, kneeling on the bed and lowering his face down. I suck in a breath, seeing his back for the first time. Two black and gray fallen angels paint his shoulder blades in perfect ink, one smaller than the other. For his lost loved ones, I assume.
We both have tattoos on our back for our families.
Another sign that has me believing my husband and I are somehow meant to be. We found each other in the most unconventional of ways, but I can’t help suspecting that fate played a hand in bringing me to him.
Chills crawl up my arms as Cassio inhales, gliding his nose up to the innermost part of my thighs. He rumbles with a groan, like he’s basking in my scent and the sight of me. He’s so intense in everything he does, and I brace myself for what’s about to come.
But nothing could prepare me for how his mouth feels when he roughly rolls his tongue up the length of my slit. A gasp flies from my lips and my ribs lift, back arching high. There’s no easing me into it, Cassio devours me like a man starved. He licks and sucks, hitting every sensitive bit of flesh with skillful precision.
A broken moan vibrates in my throat, and my hands pull my sheets into tense fists. I find myself creeping closely to a peak, chasing the feeling with abandon. I’m going to come embarrassingly fast, and I couldn’t give a fuck if I tried.
He feels amazing.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Cassio groans, punctuating his claim by twirling his tongue around my clit.
“Mmmmf,” I whimper. “Make me ready for you, I can’t wait, Cassio. Please, please—”
Nudging my legs open further, he answers my prayer, pushing two digits inside me. The added pressure of being fingered while he licks me out sends me tumbling into an unstoppable climax. My eyes flutter shut, and I twitch hard, rocking into his face to chase the high.
“Oh god, oh god,” I babble hoarsely.
“That’s one.”
Oh bloody fuck, he sounds so goddamn pleased with himself. I can practically feel his grin against my cunt.
There’s no time to rest as Cassio starts using his tongue to lavish my overly sensitive pussy over and over. He uses the cum from my latest orgasm to slip a third finger inside of me, thrusting and twisting the digits to stretch me out faster.
He’s fueled by every moan I let out, and every unrelenting twitch of my body. He’s undeniably talented with his mouth, giving me exactly what I need and more. He doesn’t force me into a quick orgasm again, instead he makes strange patterns around my clit with his tongue, changing the pressure too often for me to fixate on one feeling.
“You know what I’m doing right now, Wife?”
“Driving me crazy?” I breathe.
“I’m spelling my fucking name on this greedy little clit. She likes it so much, doesn’t she?”
No fucking way.
Sure enough, if I focus on the way his tongue moves. I can make out every letter.
C. A. S. S. I. O.
He repeats the pattern at least three more times, meticulously drawing most of the letters in a slow pace, but speeding up with the O.
Cassio works me over like he knows my body better than anyone ever could. I can’t help but think that he was fucking made for me. Needing to feel him closer, my fingers delve into his soft hair, holding him while he works. My husband moans happily and somehow manages to shoves his pinky alongside his other three fingers.
Instantly, it all becomes too much. I explode without warning, a scream rippling from my chest.
“Ahhhh, yesss,” I hiss, throbbing around his fingers and throwing my head back.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Cassio encourages, thrusting harder and faster, fucking me through it. “Just like that, come all over my fingers, Ana.”
Seconds maybe minutes pass as unending pleasure soars through me. When it finally fades, Cassio slows down, kissing my clit as if praising the bundle of nerves. Dazed from the three orgasms he’s inflicted, I look down at his glistening lips with a tired smile.
“Will you fuck me now?”
Cassio sits up, licking his lips and retracting his fingers. Reaching between my legs, my fingers wrap around his dick, trying to replicate the way he tugged himself earlier. I scoot down, needing to feel him against me. One swipe through my soaked cunt, and he becomes tense.
“Fuck, wait—” He pulls away, scrambling for his pants and I whine.
“What, why?”
“Condom,” he explains, grabbing his wallet from his trouser pocket.
“I have the arm implant…”
Cassio hesitates, hands tightening around the leather fold.
“Don’t you want to come in me?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.
“Fucking Christ, Ana,” he groans. “You have no idea how badly I want to take you raw. I just… can’t. If I get you pregnant… I can’t.”
Noticing a panicked shift to his mood, I don’t press. “It’s okay,” I tell him, smiling. “We can talk about it later.”
Breathing out a relieved puff of air, Cassio nods. He pulls a roll of three condoms from his wallet, picking one and tearing it open with his teeth.
“How long have you had those there?”
“Far too soon into our marriage to admit.”
“Tell me,” I demand, flattery flushing up my neck.
“The first night when you asked me to sleep with you,” he confesses, rolling the rubber over his cock. “Grabbed a box that morning, just in case.”
My chest flushes with warmth. “You wanted me.”
“You have no fucking idea.”
“I have some idea,” I retort, looking him up and down. “Have you seen yourself, Cassio? You’re ridiculously sexy.”
He pins me with a searing look. “I need to be inside of you.”
Without another word, he lifts my hips and shoves a pillow under my arse, maneuvering me into position to fuck me. The next second, he’s lining himself up, prodding my opening and pressing forward.
His cock is so much thicker than his fingers—more intense too. His skin is soft but surrounded by something so incredibly hard, like stone. The blunt tip meets resistance, even with how much he worked me up to this. We’re both desperate now, though, and there’s no going back.
“I can take it,” I tell him, despite feeling a slight burn. “Take me, Cassio. Show me that I’m all yours.”
Spurred on by my encouragement, Cassio grips my hips hard and slides home. I’m split open and filled to the brim, legs forced to open wider by his hips. A yelp spills out of me, but it doesn’t quite hurt. It’s overwhelming and intense, but I quickly decide that I love it.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking hard,” he grits out. Pulling back an inch or two, he rocks right back in, absorbing the feeling.
“You’re too big,” I cry out, but it’s not a complaint. My hands lift instinctively, reaching up to hold on to his shoulders.
“Not too big,” he argues, giving another short stroke. “Just fucking right, baby. We’re a perfect goddamn fit, you and me.”
My pussy clenches at his assessment, and I pant heavily. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to hold back?”
“Smart fucking mouth,” he tsks, one hand leaving my side to cup my breast. “You better hold on, my mouthy little wife. And don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to.”
Oh god.
All the air is knocked right from my lungs as he pulls out and slams back in. His cock thrusts into my cunt so fast that his balls quietly slap against my ass, and my toes curl into the mattress. Like he promised, Cassio starts fucking me without restraint, thrusting in earnest. Slick noises, moaning, and breathing fills the room as my body goes slack.
“Holy shhhhhit,” I moan, feeling my breasts jump, one captured under his palm, the other free to bounce as he moves.
“Yeah,” he grunts in agreement. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”
His hips slam forward, pumping harder, using his grip on my hip to keep me close, our bodies molding together. I’m throbbing around his cock, legs twitching while my nerves crackle and become entirely overwhelmed by every sensation Cassio provides.
“You’re doing so fucking good for me, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp.
Letting go of my side, he hooks that arm under one of my knees, hand splaying on the inside of my thigh. He’s holding me so tight, I hope he leaves a handprint.
“It’s t-too much,” I stammer, feeling heat building below my stomach. “I’m gonna… Cassio, I can’t take it.”
“You’re taking it just fine, baby,” he disagrees, continuing to pound into me with deep strokes. “You need to come, is that it? Feels too good, huh?”
“Please, please, please,” I beg, squeezing his shoulders hard. My nails bite into his skin and he groans like he enjoys it.
“Since you’ve been so good…” he trails off, teasing me for a moment longer.
“Uhhh, please!”
“Come now,” he demands, voice steely and rough.
The hand on my breast leaves and drops to my clit, pinching hard, forcing an orgasm to crash through me at lighting speed. Delicious warmth ripples over every inch of me, as my vision begins to black. Cassio groans loudly, slapping a hand against the headboard and gripping it hard. His cock throbs inside of me as he spills into the condom, moaning deeply.
Rolling off of me and onto his back, Cassio breathes hard, catching his breath. I don’t know how long I lay by his side, panting and trying to get my breath back. After a while, he kisses the side of my face and clammers out of bed to dispose of the condom.
Rushing water pricks at my ears, and before I know it, my husband is carrying me right out of bed and depositing me into a warm bubbly bath. I sigh in appreciation as my sore muscles sing happily. Joining me on the other side of the large clawfoot tub, he catches my eye.
“That was…” I start, unable to find the right words.
“Yeah,” he agrees, brilliant blue eyes twinkling. “It was”
Cassio plucks up one of my feet and begins to knead the arch of it, rubbing the bath bubbles into my skin. It feels even more intimate than the wild sex we just partook in.
“Has anyone ever made accusations about our union being false?”
Cassio frowns, continuing to massage my foot. “Why do you ask?”
I shrug slightly, trying not to blush. “When Dmitri was advising me about the contract, he said it wasn’t hard to tell when a man has never seen his wife naked. And we didn’t consummate for over a month.”
“We didn’t make very many appearances together,” Cassio points out. “But even if we did, no one would suspect a thing, I assure you.”
“You sound so certain.” I laugh.
“I never needed to see you naked to look at you like you were completely and utterly mine, Ana.”
My heart thuds in my chest, stomach tightening with a mixture of shock and desire.
“Dmitri didn’t give you bad advice, in another circumstance it may have made all the difference for you. But I think we’ve both realized by now, there’s nothing typical about our connection, forza.”
“I can’t believe you feel it too,” I admit in a whisper. “Sometimes it feels like this is all one big dream…”
“Believe me, Wife, no dream could possibly capture what we’ve found together.”
My heartbeat picks up tempo, digesting his statement. Without another thought, I move. Water sloshes around the tub’s edges as I prowl toward him, straddling his lap. I need him again, right here in this bath. His obvious erection seems to agree with me. Sinking down on his length, I let my head fall back, releasing a long breathy moan.
There’s no way we’re leaving my bedroom tonight.
I’m not done being fucked by my husband.
