26. Dalton

TWENTY-SIX

We barely makeit through the door of my apartment before Dia is clawing at my clothes. Her kisses are desperate and wild as she starts undoing the buttons of my shirt. She's fumbling, blinded by her own arousal as she struggles. I should help her, but I'm having way too much fun watching my wife as she finally fucking snaps in front of me.

"Fuck it," she says against my lips. "You're rich anyway."

Before I can even ask what she means, she curls her fingers around the edges of the placket, yanking as hard as she can. Buttons go flying in every direction as she exposes my muscled torso. She sighs in relief as she shoves my shirt over my shoulders, making it drop to the floor behind me. I walk backwards, further into the living room, while she follows. I only stop when I feel the back of the couch hit my ass.

I stand there as she stares at me for a moment, growing cockier by the second at how needy she is right now. I'm tempted to ask her what changed tonight, but I don't want her to stop. So, I put that on the back burner while she tears wildly at my dress pants. My dick is rock hard, threatening to bust through the zipper, and she hasn't even touched it yet.

"It helps if you undo the belt before you try to unbutton the pants," I tease. It's like her brain has stopped working completely. I've never seen Dia like this. Not even on our wedding night when we thought we only had a handful of hours together. She looks up at me, narrowing her eyes as she regroups, taking a shaky breath before reaching for the buckle of my belt. She manages to tamp down her desperation long enough to undo it, along with my pants.

Grabbing under her chin with one hand, I lean down, kissing her passionately as I reach behind her body and lower the zipper of her form-fitting, strapless dress. I feel her shiver, but I don't think it's from the temperature in the room. I pull back, watching the material as it falls to the floor, pooling around her ankles. She's braless, standing in front of me in just a piece of black lace that could barely pass as a pair of panties.

Fuuuuuck. I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

"Look at you," I say. "You can barely even control yourself right now with how badly you want this cock." I reach into my pants, pulling myself out and giving a few tentative strokes before I take them off completely, along with my boxer briefs. "Get on your knees."

I wonder if she'll push back. If I'll have to resort to using force to get her where I want her, but I'm only half surprised when she wordlessly sinks down in front of me. I can tell by the look in her eyes that this is as submissive as Dia gets, and it makes my dick even harder thinking of what I'm about to get away with right now. She stares at it like a good girl, waiting for direction, but I can tell she's getting antsier by the second.

"Spit on it," I order. "Get it nice and wet before I shove it down that tight little throat."

She never breaks eye contact as she gathers saliva in her mouth before doing exactly as she's told. I've never seen anything hotter in my life as she leans forward, smearing the spit around my shaft with her tongue. And when she pulls back, opening her mouth in invitation, I snap.

"Dirty fucking girl," I grit out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and shoving her down as far as she'll go. Her hands fly up to my thighs, pushing against me as she struggles to breathe. I pull back just enough for her to inhale deeply before surging forward again, cutting off her air. "Look at me." Her eyes, that are filled with tears already, meet mine as I watch her face begin to turn bright red. "You can stop this any time. Just tap my thigh twice. Or you can use your safe word," I say with a smug smile. "If I ever let you breathe long enough to speak." She nods her head rapidly just before I pull out for a moment. She gasps for air as strings of spit hang between my cock and her plump lips.

"You're a fucking goddess, Dia," I praise. "Don't ever let anyone treat you like anything less." The look of trust that she gives me back obliterates the last of my restraint as I take her mouth again, still gripping tightly onto her hair as I thrust wildly, hitting the back of her throat over and over. I watch as tears stream down her cheeks while she gags, but she doesn't back away. She just kneels in submission, letting me use her for my own pleasure. I've never felt this out of control before.

Sex has always been fun for me. A way to blow off steam and get off until I needed it again. But, this? This is different. Right now, I'm claiming my wife in every sense of the word. And we both know it.

"You're fucking mine," I growl as I feel my balls start to tighten with my impending orgasm. I can tell that I'm nowhere near finished for the night, but the need to fill her mouth is overwhelming.

"I'm going to come," I tell her as I continue pumping my hips. "And when I do, you'd better not swallow. You're going to hold it in your mouth while I wreck your tiny little cunt. Then I can watch as my cum leaks out of you from both ends. Do you understand?"

She nods her head, struggling to stay upright as I finally unload into her with a loud groan. When I'm finished, I pull out and she closes her lips, but I can tell she's having a hard time not swallowing it down. I grip her cheeks roughly with one hand. "Don't you fucking dare," I grit through my teeth. She calms herself, taking a few breaths through her nose. When I'm sure she's good, I pull her up, spinning her so her elbows can rest against the back of the couch as she leans forward.

I grab the sides of her panties, pulling them down her legs to find that her pussy is already swollen and dripping for me. "Wow," I chide. "Who knew being face fucked like a dirty little whore got you so turned on?" She moans, but keeps her full mouth closed as I drag a finger from her clit to her opening, pushing it inside to the hilt. I can already feel my cock hardening again as I listen to her needy whines paired with the sound of her wetness as I finger her at a slow and agonizing pace.

I'm ready for round two in record time, which comes as no surprise because nobody has ever made me feel the way Dia does. I stand, pushing her forward so she's leaning over the couch. "Remember, keep that pretty little mouth full for me while I fuck you," I say, slapping the head of my cock onto her wet slit a couple times, making her jump. "Aww," I coo. "Are you needy for your husband, sweetheart? You poor, poor thing."

I don't waste another second before I push inside. I see stars as she tightens around me, a deep moan rumbling through her body as she adjusts. I have to take a second to gather my wits, because I already feel like I could blow again. She's crazy if she thinks this shit is normal…that we weren't made for each other. Because I already know this feeling could never even begin to exist with anyone else.

I start to thrust my hips, running my hands up and down her back, over and over. I don't want to leave a single part of her untouched. The light from the window catches on my wedding ring and I stare at it as it rests against her flawless skin. Drops of sweat run down her spine as I fuck her roughly, and I feel her walls start to flutter around me. She's close.

"You're doing such a good job," I praise. "Come with your mouth full for me." It only takes a few more pumps of my hips until she detonates, screaming in her throat as her legs shake. I pin her to the couch with my body, barely able to hold off until she's done spasming around me. The second I'm sure she's spent, I let go, filling her for the second time tonight.

I pull out slowly, watching as my load drips out of her, falling to the floor between her feet. "That's fucking beautiful," I whisper before reaching up, grabbing her cheeks with one hand and squeezing. "Drool for me, baby. Let me see it," I say as she lets her mouth fall open. A mixture of my cum and her saliva pools into my palm that's resting under her chin. Before I can stop myself, I lower it between her legs, gently pushing as much as I can into her sensitive pussy. As filthy as it is, I can't stop myself from thinking about how much I love this woman. How we've gone from her being scared of me doing something as simple as making her food, to this moment where she's given me complete trust and submission. I was scared that she'd never let me in, and now that I'm here, I'm hers forever. No matter what happens in the future.

I scoop up her exhausted body, kissing her forehead as I head straight for the primary bathroom. She hums contentedly, snuggling into my chest like there's nowhere else in the world she'd rather be. I drop down, setting her on the edge of the bathtub, doing my best to support her while I lean to turn on the tap. When the water is scalding hot, because she's a little demon when it comes to her showers and baths, I help her inside, holding her hand for support as she lowers down.

"Relax while I clean up, then I'll wash your body," I tell her. She nods with a dick drunk smile on her face as she lays back against the spa pillow and closes her eyes. I hurry into the standing shower and rush through washing up so I can get back to her, but by the time I'm dried off and turn to look, she's out like a light. Tiny snores come from her body as she sleeps like an angel, enveloped in the hot water.

I realize then that there's no way I can imagine my life without Diamond Davis. She's mine and I'm hers. I don't know exactly where her head is at, but I'm not dumb enough to think that I've undone a lifetime of trauma in the weeks that we've been married. I don't expect her to just say ‘fuck it' and give up on everything she's ever stood for. But there's something here. All I can do is continue to show her how I feel and hope it's enough to make her realize that her heart is safe with me.

Because it is, without a doubt, the most precious thing I've ever held in my hands.