Slavik
Aurora was nowhere to be seen.
I checked the kitchen, living room, dining room, and then opted for the spare bedroom I’d turned into a library for her.
She sat in a chair, reading a book. Exactly how I found her more often than not. This time though, she wore large clothes. They completely covered her body. Her glasses were perched on her nose, and she did look incredibly cute.
I entered the library.
“Hi,” she said.
I stayed silent, glancing around at the bookshelves. When I’d married, I’d been determined to ignore this woman, but each day, I found her invading my thoughts. It was very fucking annoying.
“You like to read?”
“Yes.”
It was a dumb question. Anyone could see she loved to read.
Spinning around, I found she now stood, looking at me. Her hands held the book close to her as if it was a protective shield. It wouldn’t ward me off.
“We have a duty to produce a baby,” I said.
“Oh.” She nibbled on her lip. “I didn’t think there was a rush.”
There wasn’t, but the truth was I wasn’t used to going without fucking and so far, I hadn’t been with any other woman. Again, it was fucking beyond me why I hadn’t. We had willing women at our fingertips, and it would be so easy to find a woman.
“Get in the bedroom. Get naked.”
I wasn’t a good man. I didn’t know how to have a wife, or to be nice to a woman.
She was the enemy.
Aurora left the library.
I didn’t trust her. For all I knew, she could be running off and telling her dad all of our secrets. The moment I had the thought, I quickly squashed it. There was no way it would happen. All her actions were monitored. There was no way she’d be able to do it without us noticing.
No one had called her.
Her family had cut her off.
So much for a blessed treaty.
Entering the bedroom, I found her lying on her back, naked, staring up at the ceiling. My cock hardened at the sight of her.
It was true what Cara said. Some men on our wedding day and night offered me their condolences. I’d made sure the men knew to keep their opinions to themselves as they’d been unwanted.
When I looked at Aurora, I didn’t see a woman lacking. She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but she was beautiful. I liked her curves. I was a big man, and I didn’t want to break a woman while fucking her. My strength and my appetite had me drawn to fuller women like Aurora.
I enjoyed sex and wanted it often.
I’d gone without for so long, only taking care of my needs by my hand. Several women had offered themselves to me, all of which I’d turned down. I had no interest in sticking my dick into a used cunt.
There was the problem.
Aurora had spoiled me.
Her virginity had been given to me, and now, there was no other pussy I wanted but my wife. The only problem was I didn’t exactly know how to have a wife. It was a weakness, and there was no way in hell I’d ever fucking tell anyone that.
I had no weakness. I was fucking strong.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I saw her eyes close, and I couldn’t do it. There was no way I could climb between her thighs and fuck her while she looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but with me.
“Come here. On your knees.” I clicked my fingers, and Aurora did as I asked. I saw the redness in her cheeks, but I didn’t care.
I had to fuck, to spill my spunk inside her willing body now. I had to take her, and the only way I was going to do that was if I didn’t see her face.
The moment I touched her, she jerked.
I moved her into place to steady her, and then I skimmed my fingers along her ass, teasing her. When I cupped between her thighs, I found her completely bone dry, and I cursed.
This would hurt, and she’d probably bleed if I took her. With no other choice, I found the tube of lubricant I always kept on hand, spread some on my fingers, and applied it to her tight cunt.
Easing out my dick, I smeared the rest of it across my hard length. I was rock-hard. My need was so great that I wasn’t even distracted by her dryness. All I wanted was to fuck.
With the tip at her cunt, I slid inside, and she was even tighter than I remembered. I’d been with my fair share of women, and I’d never known them to be like this. Clearly, they’d been broken in by a lot of men, because Aurora was tight.
I gripped her hips tightly, closed my eyes, and started to fuck her. I didn’t go slow, but I took her hard.
Harder than I intended, but it was what I needed.
In and out, I watched her cunt open up. She softened, but I didn’t give her a chance to come. At the final point, I slammed in balls deep and spilled my cum into her cunt, flooding her.
Ivan wanted kids, and I was duty bound to give them to him.
My cock was now spent for the time being. I slid out of her and put myself away.
Aurora didn’t move.
I stared at her ass, seeing my cum spill out from between her pussy.
“Lie down, put a pillow beneath your ass, and give it half an hour,” I said.
My cell phone rang, and without a backward glance, I left the room, feeling like a fucking asshole.
Why did it matter?
Why did I fucking care?
She was my wife, to do with as I pleased, and if I wanted to fuck her throughout the day, she would submit to me.
Then why did it leave a bad taste in my mouth?