"I'm gonna be such a fucking whore for you on the phone."
Fuck. Fuck. Kieran almost came from hearing that. He felt his cock twitch and tighten inside of her. Holy fuck. How many times had he dreamed of this?
“You're my perfect fucking whore. Fuck. I’m gonna fuck you everyday, Selene, just like this. Better.”
He squeezed her tits, thrusting into her with wild abandon. Fuck. He just wanted to come now. He wanted to come inside of her. He didn’t care about the mess, or finishing too soon, or anything besides finishing inside of Selene. Making her his. She wanted that, too.
"Want you to finish inside me. Want you to fucking fill up every inch of me, it's our wedding night and I want you to finish inside me, want you to fill me up so bad you change my DNA, wanna feel you, baby, wanna feel you when you feel good—"
Kieran saw white for a moment, seconds away from finishing. Fuck. He was there — so close. So fucking close.
“I’m gonna fill you up. Come inside you. Fuck. Fuck, Selene, I’m gonna come inside you right now.”
Kieran readjusted — he sat up, gripped her hips in place so he could pump in and out of her with perfect ease. His abs were tight, wet with all of his sweat, and all he could think about was how fucking good this felt. When was the last time he’d had a fuck this good?
Never. Literally, never.
“Baby, I love you. Damn. I love you, Selene.”
And then Kieran felt his thrusts turn jagged. Felt himself start to spill inside of her. He groaned, not daring to stop until she finished with him, too.
Kieran pressed his lips against her, hurried, frantic, desperate.
“My fucking whore. My wife. My baby. Fucking perfect. Perfect everything.”
Kieran held her tight, abdomen flush against his, bodies stuck together like glue. He rocked against her, clearly exhausted, but still riding out his high. This miraculous fucking high.
'You're my perfect fucking whore. Fuck. I’m gonna fuck you everyday, Selene, just like this. Better.'
Fucking. God. There was no one else who could do that— nobody else who could speak those words into Selene's skin and make her insides clench and her thigh muscles tense and tremble and her head drop back as if jerked by some invisible force, so lost she was in the flushed-face pleasure of being called his whore.
All Selene can is cling to him. Pant. In, out, tongue lolling, feeling winded, feeling electric, snapping her hips in attempt to keep up with his wild pace, the thrusts that woke up every nerve ending inside her.
'I’m gonna fill you up. Come inside you. Fuck. Fuck, Selene, I’m gonna come inside you right now.'
Yes. Yes. Yes. A decade of wanting it. Imagining it. Kieran, inside her, Kieran gripping her, Kieran holding her hard and spilling himself inside her as she whined and grasped at him, that's what she's chasing. He's holding her hips now, tilting her. Positioning her. Moving her so his cock can reach her deeper, can drive into her with no restriction on pace or force, and fuck, i t's working,it's make her eyes roll, making her knuckles blanche again and again and again and again.
'My fucking whore. My wife. My baby. Fucking perfect. Perfect everything.'
The tightness in her abdomen is unbearable. The words he speaks to her— the things he calls her — flood Selene's brain, makes her mouth go even more lax, makes her eyes dazed and hazed, lashes fluttering as her body begins to tense—
"Your whore, your wife, your everything, wanna live on your cock, wanna be your everything, wanna be whatever you need me for, Kieran, just fucking come in me, please, that's all I want, please—"
The pace is jutting and frantic and wild and she feels him start to release and then he finds her mouth again and Selene whines into the kiss, hand finding purchase in his hair, gripping hard as if to permanently attach herself to him as she grinds down on his cock.
The tipping point— the free-falling climax — is the most incredible thing Selene has felt. It's not like a dam crumbling. It's a dam disappearing, instantaneously. Thee flood waters are all at once. Flattening. Overwhelming. She wants to live on Kieran's cock. The pleasure crashes over her hard, and she's certain, even in the darkness, her vision flashes white.
"Yours," she pants. She can feel the aftermath of his climax— can feel Kieran continue to rock inside her regardless, and she moans, responds with a rock of her own hips, following her pleasure to the end. She loves Kieran and this moment so bad she hopes she can somehow live in it forever. "Yours. Yours."











