His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Alex lunges onto me like a mad man.

The moment his tongue licks my clit all the way from the top to the bottom, an insatiable desire rouses in me. I whimper, my hand clutching

onto his hair, my knees on the mattress of the bed on both sides of him.

His tongue enters me as if it was his cock, and he tongue fucks me.

“Oh my, God, Alex.” I moan before I can stop myself, and h

“God?” He pulls away, raising me.

I was breathless, panting, and this man cared about God.

“The God above,” I tell him, breathing through my mouth that caused my breasts to rise and fall.

“I am the one who’s under you, sucking you, fucking you and bringing you to your pretty orgasms.” His eyes darkened, “I am the only God you

have in here.”

“Gross.” I gulp, scrunching my nose. “Can you not ruin my faith?”

“I’m serious, Mia. If you want to praise God, you better put my name in the same sentence. I am your God here. You’re mine. Only. Mine.” Before I could formulate a reply, he launches himself onto me again, and even though I could breathe perfectly fine, it seemed as if my breath disappeared in that moment.

He went animalistic this time, sucking as if my life depends on it.

“Oh,” I whimper when his tongue enters me again, fucks me like that while his eyes remain on me.

One of my hand clutches his hair between my fists and I use it to pull him even deeper. I had a bottomless pit of desire when it came to Alex.

His cock. His wicked tongue. His rough fingers. I didn’t care what he gave me as long as it was something, and the outcome was the same.

“Alex!” I cry. My pulse throbs with more desire and I feel myself edging closer to my climax. I call out his name before I release myself all over his tongue, and even though he did the work, I was sweaty and breathless when he pulls out of me.

I watch as he licks his lips, licks me over his lips.

My incoherent, dazed thoughts make me bite my lower lip. I had never kissed Alex. I wondered if he would let me if I asked him.

thrown

squeal. “What–What’re you

done, did you?” He replies. “Because we’re

rubbing it against me while I gasped his name in murmurs feeling my wetness

no clue.

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I could feel was him. My body reacted to him the way it had reacted to

me at one go, and

down.” Thrust Thrust. Slower thrust. “Tell them all who

cry. He takes his own time

My core pulsates

I was

of the bed, my cheek

spanks

spark, another thrust.

“Mine.” He growls.

I breathe. Spank. Another

do I get in

“An orgasm?”

I will

“Please.” I whine.

picks up pace.

take the sudden rise in thrusts. This was all still very new to me. I got sensitive easily,

the desire

a madman, I feel my climax

Yes…” I mumble, my edge feeling more intense than it had last time, and my knees

my breathing out, and I gasp. “Marry me,

out of my mouth without much effort before I come undone on

I collapse on the bed when he pulls out of me, all

first thing I sense is his orgasm glistening over the

question. ‘Marry me

“Alex,” I breathe.

I comprehend, I was being held in his arms

my attention flickering to the cut under his right bottom lip. “What happened?” I press my thumb against it