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The Night My Gentle Husband Unleashed His Beast Inside Me

Years of tender love shattered in one rainy evening—he pinned me, choked me, fucked me raw, and filled me again and again until I was dripping his cum and begging for more.

It started one rainy autumn evening when the strain between us broke.

We had five years of marriage, Alexander and I, and our life was comfortable, but predictable, soft kisses in the morning, gentle lovemaking under the covers at night, his hands always careful, always tender.

He was the ideal husband: attentive, successful, with his broad shoulders and dark eyes that made my heart flutter when we first met.

However, recently, I had been missing something, something I could not identify, something that was more coarse, wild, something that would engulf me.

We quarrelled that night about something petty, a forgotten dinner reservation, and the words grew louder and louder, until his voice fell low, threatening.

His eyes became dark, his jaw tightened, and he pushed me against the kitchen wall, one hand banging next to my head.

The voice was sharp and commanding, and in that instant I beheld it, the monster he had kept chained so long.

His chest was heaving, the muscles pulling against his shirt, a savage vitality that was pouring out of him like heat out of a fire.

I stopped breathing, not with fear, but with a surge of molten heat between my thighs.

His eyes swept over me, jealous, animal, and I could feel my nipples stiffening in my thin blouse, my pussy aching with desire.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Sophia," he growled, voice rough as gravel.

I didn't back down.

I instead leaned in, my breasts rubbing against his chest, and I could feel his heart beat wildly.

"Show me," I said, and my voice shook with excitement. "Give me the monster I am expecting."

Something broke in him then.

His hand was caught in my hair, and he pulled my head back, not hard, but firmly, and my throat was bare.

His mouth fell, teeth scraping my flesh, sucking so hard that it would leave marks that would turn purple tomorrow.

I screamed, and arched into him, my hands gripping his shirt, and his free hand thrust up my dress, and his fingers touched the wet lace of my panties.

"Fuck, you are dripping," he rasped against my neck, biting down as he tore the lace aside.

Two big fingers thrust into me without any notice, curling deep, pumping hard as his thumb rubbed against my clit.

The damp noises were in the kitchen, obscene and intoxicating, my arousal lubricating his hand as he finger-fucked me against the wall.

"Alexander... oh God..." I moaned, and my legs were opened, and my hips were grinding shamelessly on his fingers.

He inserted a third, which stretched me, the pain sweet as he moved more rapidly, his palm striking my clit with each movement.

"You want the beast?" he snarled, and he was thrusting his fingers in me, and he struck that place that made stars fly behind my eyes. "I will give you all, Sophia. I will fuck you till you can walk no more."

I came, pussy twitching around his fingers, squirting onto his wrist in hot spurts that ran down my thighs.

He did not stop, he simply continued pumping through my orgasm, stretching it until I was sobbing, pleading for his cock.

He turned me about, and bent me over the kitchen island, my skirt huddled at my waist, my ass in the cold air.

His belt buckle clinked, his zipper tore, and then his big cock was pressing against my ass, hot, heavy, veined, the head already wet with precum.

He rubbed it between my folds, teasing my entrance, and I pushed back in desperation.

"Ask for it," he said, dark and imperious.

"Please... fuck me... I want your cock in me... please, Alexander..."

He slammed in to the hilt, and I was full to the brim, and the walls were straining around his length.

The feeling was too much, his warmth, his bulk, how he bottomed out and scraped my cervix.

He caught me by the hips, and pulled back, and struck again, with great force, the island creaking beneath us.

"Take it... take every inch..." he moaned, pounding into me, flesh against flesh, his balls slapping my clit with each deep thrust.

I moaned, and pushed back to meet him, the pleasure growing rapidly and intensely.

His hand crept up my back, gripping my hair once more, bending me as he thrust himself deeper, quicker, the kitchen echoing with the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together.

"Yes... harder... oh fuck, yes..." I screamed, another orgasm overcame me, pussy tightening around him, sucking his cock as I came again, juices streaming down my legs.

He swore, and his thrusts became unpredictable, and I could feel him fill me.

He was slowing his strokes just to the point of torturing me, drawing nearly out and then banging back in, the tip of his cock scraping over all the sensitive ridges in me, causing my walls to tremble and close around him in a frenzied grip.

My breasts were cold and hard against the kitchen island, and my nipples were rubbing against the marble with each collision, which sent sparks directly to my core.

His hands caught me by the hips so firmly that I was sure I should have bruises tomorrow, beautiful purple fingerprints where he had taken me.

The sweat dripped off his chest on to my back, hot and salty, and mingled with my own as our bodies bumped together in a rhythm that reverberated through the room, wet and obscene.

"Fuck, Sophia," he groaned, his voice raw and animal, and bent over me to bite my shoulder, hard enough to make me gasp. "Your pussy is gripping me so tight... like it never wants to release."

I resisted him, and countered every stroke, my ass trembling with the impact. "Stop... no... fuck me harder... I need it..."

He growled, and, with a fresh burst of rage, he pounded into me, one hand sliding up my spine to fist in my hair once more, and pulling my head back, so that my back arched still further.

Everything was made worse by the tug on my scalp, which ran down to my clit, the fullness of his thick cock inside me, the slapping of my swollen clit by his balls with each deep thrust, the wet sounds of my arousal coating him, dripping down my thighs.

"Yes... oh fuck, yes..." I moaned, voice breaking as another orgasm built fast and fierce.

His free hand snaked around my hip, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough, perfect circles that matched his thrusts.

"Come for me again," he demanded, breath hot against my ear as he leaned down once more. "Soak my cock... let me feel you fall apart..."

I shattered, pussy spasming wildly around him, gushing hot and wet as I came, my whole body shaking, toes curling against the floor.

He didn't slow, just fucked me through it, drawing out every pulse until I was sobbing with pleasure, my juices running down his balls.

"Good girl," he praised, voice thick with lust. "That's it... milk me with this perfect cunt..."

He pulled out suddenly, spinning me around and lifting me onto the island like I weighed nothing.

My butt came in contact with the cold marble and I gasped, my legs opening wide as he stepped between them.

His cock was shining with my cream, angry-red and throbbing.

He caught me by the thighs, and swung them over his elbows, and struck home in a single, deep stroke that caused me to scream.

"Look at me," he ordered, and his eyes were fixed on me as he began to fuck me again, slowly at first, and with care, so that I could feel each inch of him tearing me open.

His hands crept up to my throat, fingers circling around, thumb touching just enough to make my heart beat wildly.

"Feel that?" he grated, and squeezed, and regulated my breathing, as he pushed more. "This is what you do to me... make me lose control... make me want to ruin you..."

I moaned, and hands gripping his wrists, not pushing them off, but clinging to them as the pressure rose once more.

The little limitation heightened all the sensations, the glide of his cock, the bang of his hips, the manner in which his thumb rubbed my pulse point.

"Fuck... Alexander... yes..." I gasped as he relaxed his hold, and the air came in sweet and dizzying.

He clenched once more, and drove deeper, and I came, pussy clenching hard, and another wave of wetness covered him.

He moaned, step becoming desperate. "I will come inside you... fill this pussy... breed you deep..."

"Yes... please... cum in me..." I pleaded, legs clinging round him, drawing him still further.

He struck home once more, and his hand tightened on my throat, and he burst, hot, thick ropes throbbing within me, and pouring out around his cock.

His body trembled, groans deep and primal, pouring everything into me, grinding slow to thrust it deeper.

We remained in a grip, breathing hard, his forehead against mine, cum and sweat mixing as he melted within me.

He remained buried in me on the kitchen island, his cock still twitching with the final spurts of his discharge, hot cum pouring into me so full that I felt it oozing around him, warm and thick, dripping down my ass and onto the marble beneath us.

His hand fell away off my throat, fingers caressing the impressions he had made, breath harsh on my neck as he kissed the sweat on it, tasting my flesh.

My body was weak, and trembling with the orgasms he had torn out of me, pussy fluttering about him in aftershocks, all the nerves on fire and tingling.

The kitchen was a place of sex, musky, raw, our combined arousal thick in the air, and the cool marble beneath my back was in contrast with the heat of his body holding me down.

"Fuck, Sophia," he said, voice deep and contented, biting my ear. "You are full of me now... dripping with my cum."

I moaned, and tightened around him, purposely, another trickle came out. "Yes... I like it... like having you inside me..."

He grumbled, and drew out slowly, his cock scraping through my tender walls, and I shuddered at the void.

Cum came, pouring out in a warm torrent, and covering my thighs.

He picked me up with ease, my legs round his waist, my arms round his neck and he took me through the house, his half-hard cock banging against my ass with each stride.

My head was hanging on his shoulder, and my lips were touching his neck, and I could taste the salt of his sweat.

The mattress was bouncing as I was thrown on the bed in the bedroom by him.

I fell on my back with my legs spread, and the cum still streaming out of my pussy onto the sheets.

He was at the foot of the bed, rubbing himself up again to full hardness, and his eyes were raking over me as though I were his prize.

"Turn over," he said, darkly. "Ass up. I would like to see my cum run out of you as I fuck you again."

I followed the order with eagerness, rolling on my stomach, pushing myself up on my knees, arching my back to show myself.

My wet pussy was caressed by the cool air, and the cum was dripping down my thighs as I opened my legs further to him.

He got behind me, his hands on my ass, and opened me.

"Look at this messy cunt," he groaned, thumb sliding through the mess, pushing his cum back inside me. "All fucked and full of me... gonna add more."

He plunged in, and in another stroke he was buried, and I screamed as he filled me once more.

The feeling was too much, his cum greasing each stroke, the damp squelch of our bodies together, his bulk straining me afresh.

He caught me by the hips and began to pound, deep and hard, the bed creaking under us, headboard banging against the wall.

"Fuck... yes... harder..." I moaned, and pushed back to receive him, ass trembling with each stroke.

His balls hit my clit, full and heavy once more, and jolted me.

"You love this, don't you?" he growled, bending over me, one hand gripping my hair, drawing my head back. "Love your husband, who is fucking you like a beast... stuffing you up and down..."

"Yes... oh God, yes... do not cease... fuck me... inseminate me once more..." I moaned, pussy tightening as another orgasm was coming quickly.

He smacked my ass, and the pain spread to heat, and then he put his hand under me and rubbed my clit roughly and fast. "Come on my cock... squeeze me... squeeze me... milk another load out of me..."

I broke, screaming into the pillow, pussy spasming wildly, gushing around him as I came, body shaking uncontrollably.

He did not stop, he simply fucked me through it, prolonging it until I was weeping, pleading.

"Good girl... fuck, I'm close..." he moaned, strokes savage.

"Cum in me... please... fill me up..." I begged, pressing the harder.

He struck, deep, roaring as he burst again, hot jets throbbing within me, contributing to the mess, bursting and streaming down my legs.

His body trembled, and it was grinding slowly to drain the last drop.

We fell both, his weight on me, cock softening within, cum streaming out around him.

He kissed my shoulder, my neck, saying "mine." over and over again

I smiled into the sheets, body boneless, utterly satisfied, feeling his seed deep inside me.