Contract And Marriage

MATURE CONTENT

SarinaBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I know and feel that he is anxious; whoever that Mar is is probably someone close to him. I have never heard him call anyone except Aries, and that was only if he had something Maximus wanted him to do. But I knew he was tense and worried because of Roskov and his words. I even felt scared, thinking something might happen that could separate us. Maybe it was why he called that man he was talking to over the phone.

When I entered the bedroom, I quickly undressed to shower, cleaning my entire body to ensure I smelled good. It’s probably time for me to make my husband happy, and there’s nothing wrong with that. My gaze landed on the top of the lavatory before moving to an open cabinet. I saw the pills that I placed there recently and quickly took them, opened them, and threw out the contents before placing them somewhere Maximus could easily see. Hopefully, he gets why, right?

I can now get pregnant for real because he already told me he loves me, so I’m sure he won’t leave me even after our contract ends. My child won’t be unfortunate if it happens. And there I was, happily starting to shower, thinking about how I would seduce and make him happy.

Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, he entered. I made him shower, too, to gather more courage. It’s nerve-wracking. Even though we’re married, I still feel shy, especially knowing I desire Maximus Lardizabal. I don’t know if others feel the same way I do now, worrying if he’ll like it or if I’ll satisfy him.

I positioned myself lying on the bed and practiced how to look seductive. He came out of the bathroom but didn’t look at me right away, making me uncertain if he still wanted me or not, until he finally glanced.

He was only in his pajamas, and I could clearly see the beauty of his body. Broad shoulders and a handsome chest that exudes masculinity. Just right and very pleasing to my eyes, not disgusting to look at. I don’t like overly muscular men because it seems scary like I might get crushed in one hug. But Maximus is just right for me, and looking at his manhood, wow, it’s drool-worthy and truly panty-dropping. “You’re so hard, my husband.” I didn’t know where I got the courage to say that. Then I beckoned him with my finger like the seductive women do in movies. I just hope it works on Maximus.

He even asked! It was so annoying! What I was doing was already hard enough, and it seemed like he was playing hard to get. Until he spoke with his dirty mouth, making me feel a tingling sensation in between my thighs. Just his words, but they were enough to make me feel wet down there. I wasn’t even wearing panties. I was about to go to him, but he stopped me, so I remained seated on the bed while he approached me. Right in front of my face was his very hard manhood, and I couldn’t help but ask because I felt like I wanted to eat. “Can I have a taste?”

“Fuck, Sarina!” he exclaimed. But I ignored him because my attention was already on his cock, which I was already stroking. “Ohh…” he moaned, making me smile because he seemed to be enjoying it just from my touch, as if the fabric didn’t do anything to stop him from feeling my desire.

I quickly pulled down his pajama pants, and I could clearly see his cock, standing at attention like a soldier giving me a salute. What else was I to do? I quickly stuck out my tongue and ran the tip from the base of his manhood to its tip. “Shit! Fuck! My wife that feels so good!” he said, grabbing my hair. I was surprised at how he held my hair, but it wasn’t painful. So I repeated what I did, and he seemed to go crazy, repeatedly moaning my name and how good it felt, so I quickly took his cock into my mouth, from the head down to as far as I could. However, I couldn’t take it all in.

“Ahhh!!! Fuuuuuck! My wife, I’m going crazy from the pleasure!!” I looked up at him to see him tilting his head back and closing his eyes before looking down, our gazes meeting. Oh, I love this man too!

I quickly moved his penis in and out of my mouth while one of my hands stroked the part that I couldn’t fit in my mouth. My other hand clutched his waist to guide his movements as he slowly thrust in. It would be hard to choke. But it seemed like he was controlling himself because when I let him move his penis in and out of my mouth, he didn’t push it all the way in. I never thought I would let anyone have sex with my mouth.

“Ohh.. Sarina, it feels so good… I’m going to cum, my wife,” he said, trying to stop me and starting to pull out his penis, but I didn’t let him. “My wife?” he said, confused. Our eyes met, and I gestured for him to continue, so he did, slowly at first, then faster until I felt his semen shoot into my mouth, and I swallowed all of it. I got my first vitamin S.

He knelt in front of me after finally removing his pajama bottoms that I had only pulled down to his thighs. He then cupped my face with both hands, gently caressing my cheeks. “You’re more beautiful, my wife.” Then he took my mouth with his. He must have tasted his semen as he sucked on my tongue, as he always did.

His hands slowly slid down to my breasts, and even though I was still wearing my sleepwear, I could feel my body burning whenever his hands touched me. He began to play with my nipples, making my hands wrap around him.

His kisses trailed down to my neck and chest as he untied the straps of my nightgown, fully exposing my breasts. I had no breasts, just nipples. I grabbed his hair, not caring if it hurt him, as he suddenly took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. At the same time, he untied the other strap, exposing my other nipple, which he quickly played with his fingers.

“Maximus…” I moaned, looking at him, and he looked back at me. “It feels so good, Maximus; your mouth is warm.” He smiled slightly, and I felt his hand move inside my nightgown to my vagina, so I spread my legs for him to play with my clitoris without any hindrance.

“I love it when you don’t wear your panties, my wife.” He stopped briefly and, after saying that, took my other nipple into his mouth while laying me down on the bed, lifting my nightgown until I felt his tongue playing with my clitoris. At the same time, his fingers continued to play with my nipples.

I felt so much pleasure and was about to come. The sensation was overwhelming, and I didn’t know where to turn my head until I finally cum, and Maximus caught all my juices. I was panting, feeling like I was utterly exhausted. This is what he always makes me feel after I reach my climax. While I couldn’t help but get used to it and want more, I couldn’t get enough of him.

“I’m not done yet, my wife. Let’s continue.” I smiled and nodded. He stood up from kneeling and helped me get comfortable on the bed since my legs were hanging off. He sat down with me on his lap, and I straddled him. We started kissing again, and like him earlier, I could taste and smell myself in his mouth, but it was okay; it was mine, and I knew he loved it.

We fondled and caressed each other. Now more than ever, I wanted him to feel the warmth of my love because I’m not vocal about it. I prefer to show it because I believe actions speak louder than words. I wanted to tell him how I reciprocate his feelings the way I knew how.

Feeling his hardness, I tried to take him in, and he helped me do it. He continued massaging my breast while I swivel my hips. “Aahh..” we both moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, my wife, please, continue moving..” he muttered, to which I gladly obliged.

“Yes, my husband,” I replied while swaying my hips. At the same time, I arched my body, making him go deeper inside me.

“Aahhh… so good…” he screamed in pleasure, and I loved the sound of his hoarse voice. Then I felt his tongue run through my stomach, going up in between my breasts and then on my neck, and ending up on my lips, then sucked them.

I pushed him, making him lay down, and I rode him. I continuously swivel my hips before I go up and down with him inside me while I lay my palm flat on his chest for support. His hands were on my hips, caressing them before he slapped both my buttcheeks, and gosh, I felt more aroused.

“Fuck, my wife, I’m going to ravish you,” Maximus said before he switched our position without pulling out his cock after he sat up. I was ready for him, but I still felt a bit surprised when he pulled out his hardness and entered me again roughly and moved slowly at first, then faster and faster. A few moments later, I felt another wave of crazy sensation from my abdomen down to my vagina, along with the flow of liquid from my satisfaction. I screamed his name as he said,

“I love you, Sarina. I love you so much, my wife.” I smiled despite being exhausted, gently caressing his sweaty cheek as a sign of my love.