For Better, For Worse: The Serpent's Contract Wife

[Music: The End By JPOLND]

"Y-Yours," Anastasia replied breathlessly.

"Good girl. Such a fucking good girl. Say it again," I said huskily, snappily taking off my belt and unzipping my pants.

I forcibly spread out her thighs.

"Yours!"

She sang it over and over again as I pushed my cock into her, screaming it out loud for the whole manor to hear as I buried myself deeply in her walls.

I groaned when she crammed me so tightly I thought she was gonna squeeze the life outta my cock.

"Ease up," I grunted, redrawing my cock and slamming back in.

I did it again and again until Anastasia was shaking tremendously, and she came right there, milking my cock endlessly. A shiver sliced through my spine straight to the back of my hair at the mere sensation.

Aided by her sleek pussy, I might be so close to losing my goddamned mind.

I began my thrust, aggressive with every hit, her body jerking violently each time I plunged in and out of her, moans frantic and needy.

So fucking needy that she kept begging me nonstop like she couldn’t handle it.

It was the same case for me too. I was reeling by how warm she felt, so fucking hot my cock was laced with heat, and as I drove in and out, I was on fire.

A rough exhale rolled off me when Anastasia hooked her leg on my waist, dragging me closer and aiding my thrust.

Her hands slipped to my sides before clawing across my back with her nails, marking me once again as she had done before.

"You feel so fucking good," I murmured as I clawed her thighs, pumping my cock into her with more grit. "Your pussy was made for my cock."

"Yes!" she heaved uncontrollably. "M-More, please... Z-Zade!"

"You think you can handle that, hm?" I drew her closer, and a sharp grunt tumbled from her throat, the worktable shaking violently.

"Let’s see if you can." I pulled out all the way and drove back in, and she screamed, almost collapsing on the table if I hadn’t held her firm.

I fucked her thoroughly, the paints and brushes falling off, the noise drowned by the frenzied hit of my pelvis.

I growled as I felt her cumming all over my cock again, her body jerking with the same rhythm as my thrusts.

I was close too, but I didn’t wanna reach the end just yet. Her pussy was too good for that.

I ceased my thrust, watching as Anastasia did her best to catch her breath, her body twitching every second.

"Lay down."

She did, slumping against the table, exhausted, but she kept her eyes on me, dreamily as though she was doing her best not to let fatigue steal the moment.

I dragged through my own breath, lowering my gaze to where we were still joined; my cock was glistening with her cum, and small traces of blood. I couldn’t wait to see this wonderful combination with my semen.

But first...

I found a paintbrush that had survived the crash of our fucking. This will do.

I took hold of it and dipped it into the blue paint on the palette that hadn’t completely dried off. Bringing the coated brush to her stomach, I wrote against it. Anastasia got puzzled and wanted to have a look at it.

I slapped her tits. "Stay down."

She slumped right back, threading her fingers in her hair, slightly trembling.

After I was done, I set the brush aside, lifted her legs, and rested them against my chest. Then, so slowly, I pulled out my cock, earning a needy moan from her.

"Don’t be disappointed just yet, kitten. I’m just getting started with you."

She gasped when I pushed back in, her body jolting from the force. Bracing my hand at the back of her knees, I fucked her slow.

"Fuck..." I grunted, feeling another sensation crawl through me.

I never thought I could ever be this addicted to her pussy. Would it be so bad if I wanted to stay like this forever?

Just keep her like this... trembling and moaning my name in soft tunes while I fucked her until she forgot her own name.

I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her up. "Look."

Her eyes instantly dropped to her stomach, where I’d written with paint.

Zade’s property.

In a sharp exhale, she lifted her gaze back to mine.

"Do you doubt that?"

She didn’t reply but kissed me instead, taking the full initiative while I lifted her off the table and had her against the wall.

~☆~

I pulled the covers against her frame. Anastasia was sound asleep, and half the time during the bath she was unconscious.

Now she was in my bed, tangled in my sheets, naked.

I leaned back, taking a moment to study the scene before me, committing every detail to memory so I could recall it whenever I wished.

She was so fucking beautiful. Like a goddess had graced my bed. She is a fucking goddess. My goddess.

It took all the willpower I had to peel my eyes away and walk toward the table.

I picked up the case that held my cigar and took one out. Next, I grabbed my Zippo and lit the tip before taking a slow drag. I held the smoke for a moment as I welcomed the numbness, then exhaled into the air.

I ran a hand through my wet hair before I picked up my phone, swiping through my contact list and dialing a number.

The line picked up after two minutes.

"Mr. Salvero," a feminine voice came through.

"I’d like to make an arrangement. I’m looking to acquire one of your latest couture pieces."

"Absolutely, Mr. Salvero. I’ll send you a selection to review. Would you like us to send a styling team to your residence?"

"No." I turned to look at my sleeping beauty. "My wife and I will come to you. Also, arrange for one of your finest makeup artists to be available for her."

"I’ll do just that. We’ll ensure your wife receives nothing but the very best."

"That’s precisely why I called you."

I ended the call, reaching for the decanter and pouring whiskey into the glass. I sat down on the couch, getting comfortable and enjoying the view.

Sleep was the last thing on my mind.