His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 21

One thing I hadn’t realised before Gabriel was that I liked being dominated. I liked it when he locked the door and faced me as I got on my knees. And I definitely liked looking at his shirtless and sweaty form facing me as he grasped my hair with one hand, pulling it behind and using it to tilt my head.

I could see him hard in his pants.

Hard

You look good down there. He commented, his voice rasp.

I didn’t look away from the bulge in his pants, as I gulped. I had never seen him naked from below, only felt his hardness, and seeing it like this, up close, he was so much bigger than I expected.

The thought of that in me made my underwear drip

1 let my hands unbutton his pants, and he placed his other hand on the wall behind me to lean ahead.

His d*ck was out, in front of me, throbbing and hard. He was hard, and it was big. Bigger than anything I had seen or expected.

I gulped, eyes flickering to him.

“Have you never given head, Freckles?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at my hesitance.

I shook my head, and something changed in his expression. Lust became possessiveness, and flat mouth changed into a lopsided smirk.

“Open up.” He instructed me, and I did just that. Now take it in

Wrapping both my hands around his d’ck. I took in the first half, wrapping my tongue around his tip. I had never given. head before, but I had watched porn. And if in reality I was supposed to do anything like what they show on there, I was excited.

I could feel the wetness on me when I heard Gabriel gasp as my tongue licked his edge.

“F*ck, yes, like that. Good girl” He commented, and the urge to let one of my hands leave his di*k and touch my own boobs was overwhelming. “Now, suck.”

So, I sucked. My hand rubbing the first half of his di*k, I sucked on the end, trying to take him in as much as I could, half an inch at a time, trying not to gag even as turned on as I was.

“Yes, F*ck. Be my good girl. More.” He said, his hand gripping my hair even tighter.

I could feel his precum all over tongue, and when the tip of his tongue reached the back of my throat, tears gazed in my

eyes.

“Stop” He told me right then, and confused and bummed, I stopped sucking as he pulled out.

“Wh. What I gasped, feeling breathless.

Gabriel took a step behind, stroking his d*ck with his own hand, looking tall and glorious in front of my messy self. Still clothed

“I don’t just want a blow job from you. Freckles” He said, as he continued rubbing himself. “I’m going to mouth f*ck you.”

My lips parted again.

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“You’re ready for it?

“Y-Yes.”

“Good girl.

I-Can I get

want to?” His

I nodded.

“Why?”

you can touch

to touch you, Freckles. Now that wouldn’t be a punishment, would

thumped faster in my chest. 1- I can touch

raised further. “Now that, I like. Remove

my nightwear was off me, leaving me only in my underwear, my boobs out and exposed, his

up, turning behind and leaning on the wall while removing my underwear, giving him a full view of

felt him behind me, the

I was naked, bent down against the wall,

I let

want it or not, you understand me?” He made eye contact with me through the mirror. “I am going to bend you and f*ck you till you forget

scare me, but I could feel myself getting wetter

said.

that I wanted him to f*ck me

to f*ck me

to f*ck

wanted him to f*ck

index finger under my p*ssy, grunting when he found it so dripping wet. “You’re so wet for me, Freckles. Aren’t

I was going to climax right there. “I-

wet for?” He stuck a

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“Y-You.”

“And who is the only man that you are

Wel

for?”

moaned as he moved his finger

Very slowly.

“Answer me, Freckles

begged, feeling his c*ck hard and rested on my a*s. I wanted

“Answer me. Freckles.

You. You.” I screamed out, moving against his finger myself if he

and then

his finger. I was dreaming of more and he

turning back to face him,

“If I d

punishment, Freckles. His eyes had a hint of amusement. This sick b*stard was

“Gabriel, please.” I begged.

finger yourself.” He commanded, and helplessly,

across the bed, watching

to sick a finger inside me.

“Y-You.” I was breathless.

“What about me!”

I

I f*king you,

was the first time he had called me anything other than Freckles. I watched

at me.

on his deck as I fingered myself, matching my pace with him stroking himself. Every time he stroke himself,

him to f*ck

f*cking you