How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 30. Long Night
This chapter has been re-worked by Regan
Raphael’s bright eyes narrowed as he moved closer to her. Annette’s mouth went dry at the hunger in those eyes, as if she were an herbivore before a dangerous predator, about to be devoured alive. Nervously, she licked her lips.
“Tell me, Annette,” he said, running his thumb slowly over her lip. “If I say what I want is to do something to you, what would you do? Knowing what it is, would you do it?”
His voice was low and husky, coiling around her like a snake, tickling her ears. Sensing her danger, she tried to slip out of his grasp, but Raphael reached to slide her dress from her shoulders, her white br3asts slipping above the neckline. Lowering his head, he licked them.
His intent was clear as he rubbed at her soft br3asts, pinching. Greedily, he sucked at her pink tips, rousing her by licking and rubbing at her n!pples with his tongue. As he crushed the small, sensitive tips under the tip of his tongue, a painful and exhilarating pleasure raced through her. He was too rough, the stimulation was too much, and yet strangely she might have liked it if it hurt a little more.
“Don’t squirm like that, Annette. You’ll hurt your hand.”
One of his hands caught her bandaged right hand and pinned it against the wall. His other hand rolled up her skirt, plunging inside her p@nties. As his fingers touched the opening concealed between her petals, he lifted his head, a wicked smile curving his mouth.
“You’re wet,” he whispered in her ear. “You got this wet just from me sucking on your n!pples?”
“Oh, no. It’s not like tha–” She tried to protest, her face dyed red with shame, but then his lips covered hers, cutting her off. His tongue pushed into her mouth, scratching at her sensitive palate, forcing a soft cry from her. He pulled at her tongue, sucking it until she felt light-headed and her knees went weak.
The hand pressing between her legs touched her core, and one thick finger easily slipped inside her, aided by her wetness. Then there were two fingers, then three, sliding in and out of her wet opening, stroking against her inner walls. Every time those thick fingers plunged inside her, it sent waves of sensation throbbing through her entire body.
Annette was enraptured. Intense pleasure ran up and down her body, and she could hear the soft, obscene sounds of his touch as warm tears flowed from her pink eyes.
“Annette, haaa…” Raphael licked away her tears, then embraced her and carried her straight to bed. She thought he would lay her down, but he didn’t. Sitting her in his lap, he pushed the towel away and stroked his er3ction.
“Lift your ass, Annette.” He bit her ears lightly, his voice thick with desire. Annette hesitated, and before she could do anything, his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her, pushing his p3nis into her opening and letting her slowly sink down. Her narrow entrance stretched wide around him as his thick gl@ns rushed into her.
“It’s too small, damn it,” he grumbled, greedily pushing his big c0ck into her. The sitting position made it feel deeper than usual, and she felt filled with him. Annette gasped, her hand lifting to brush her stomach.
The sight made him close his eyes and grit his teeth, as if fighting to restrain himself. Inside her, he swelled, throbbing, so tight that Annette felt as if she would burst.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Raphael said, and a string of curse words escaped his evil mouth as he began to thrust wildly into her. His thick p3nis felt terrifying as it drove all the way to the root, his desire jammed deep into her, tightly filling her narrow channel. Annette’s vision wavered as a familiar pleasure rose from inside her, the sensation of his c0ck filling her, spreading her open, so intense.
Every time he pushed his thick p3nis inside her, her wet flesh was tugged and pushed, sending sweet shivers through her body. His hard gl@ns thrust deeply inside her and white sparks flashed before her eyes. The pleasure was so overwhelming, Annette couldn’t even make a sound. Tears continued trickling down her cheeks.
“Annette, look at this,” Raphael whispered in her ear, the corners of his mouth lifting in a devilish smile. “Look at you sucking on me so hungrily.”
Under his lustful eyes, she shook her head, a small whimper escaping her.
“Liar,” he whispered wickedly, then grabbed her @ss and pounded into her faster.
Every time her body jolted up and down, the base of his thick p3nis stroked over and over her cl!toris, stinging. Her legs trembled. Her insides tightened on him greedily, gripping him, not letting him pull out of her as he violently thrust, making her moan and scream brokenly.
“Ahhh…uhh, uhhh, nngh…ahhhh!”
Her head fell back as she jerked and came, a terrible org@sm wracking her body, electricity jolting from between her legs to the top of her head. Even as she cl!maxed, his swollen p3nis kept driving into her, squeezing inside. Her tender inner flesh was wracked with both pain and pleasure as he pounded into her, wild and aggressive. She loved it so much, she felt as if she were floating, as if she might fall. More tears streaked down her cheeks as she struggled helplessly, frightened of these raging sensations, and the only thing she could depend on was the man in front of her.
Desperately, she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. Feeling her distress, Raphael bowed his head to help her reach him. It felt so good to see her slender arms wrapped around him, and the soft blonde woman moving under him.
Annette jolted up and down, panting for breath. The movement of his c0ck inside her, thrusting mercilessly, filled her with terrible delight. It felt so good she thought she would lose her mind.
Face to face, Raphael gripped her backside, squeezing and pulling her apart to make her v@ginal lips pull apart, deepening the sensitivity of her inner walls. Pulled open, his c0ck plunged still deeper and harder.
“You’re tight inside again, Annette. Do you like it that much?”
“No…yes…ahh! Ah, ummmmm…!”
Her legs trembled, straining with suffocating pleasure. Her second org@sm was so intense, her toes curled, and she was so hot inside he almost drove straight into her. But Raphael waited until she had come down again and then turned her around. He liked facing her, but seeing her pretty eyes filled with tears made his heart twinge.
Facing away from him, Raphael balanced her against him and thrust roughly inside again. Her hips lifted, trying to escape the overwhelming stimulation, but he gripped her waist and pushed in, hard and ruthless.
“Huh, ah, uh…uh, uh!” She cried out at the driving pleasure, pitiful cries that shook her body. Raphael’s head bent, licking and biting her neck and shoulders, like a wolf reassuring his mate. All of her skin shivered, erogenous and sensitive. The stroking of his p3nis into all of her pleasure zones made her light-headed.
Raphael’s fingers rubbed her swollen red cli!toris, hidden in her pubic hair, wet with her fluids and his s3men. Reflexively, she tightened inside, trembling. Every time his fingers circled her cl!t, she cried loudly. It felt as if she was melting inside from the stimulation.
“Oh, damn, damn, it’s hot…you’re making me crazy, Annette.”