Keep Me (Sinful Manor, #1)

by Sara Cate

I know the wife bit is a role-playing thing, but also…being treated like his wife makes my body grow hot with arousal. I love the thought of being his.

When a drip of cum leaks from the tip of Killian’s dick, I reach my tongue out and lick it off with a hum. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.

Moving down my body, he peppers me with kisses, stopping at my breasts to massage and suck tenderly on each one. I let out a hum of pleasure as more moisture pools between my legs.

My thighs are rubbing together in search of that delicious friction. When his beard scratches the insides of my legs, I tremble with excitement. “Open for me, beautiful,” he murmurs.

“God, I love the taste of your cunt,” he says with a carnal rasp in his voice.

When he plunges a finger inside me, growling against my clit, I nearly come undone.

For a moment he seems to consider my request, but eventually ignores the plea and dives back in between my legs. Curling his finger inside me, he adds a second and thrusts harder. I’m strung tight, ready to detonate at any moment.

“My wife comes first,” he growls between my legs. Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, using his tongue to flick the sensitive bud.

I hold my breath in anticipation when I feel the warm head of his cock press against my tender opening. When the head breaches the entrance, I start to panic. The skin is pulled so tight it burns. “Go slow,” I whisper. “You’re bigger than I’m used to.”

Killian is staring down at the spot where his massive cock is disappearing inside me. He’s moving slowly with delicate care not to hurt me. I don’t think he’s even all the way in when I feel as if I can’t take another inch.

“You’re taking every inch, mo ghràidh. And you’re taking me so well.”

With every thrust, he goes deeper, and I wait anxiously for the pain that never comes. Finally, he pounds fully inside me until I can feel his hips against mine, and it’s a perfect fit, as if he’s made to be inside me.

My eyes won’t leave him, watching the look of ecstasy on his face as he fucks me, moving harder and faster as he uses my body to chase his own pleasure. He can’t tear his gaze away from where our bodies are joined, and it’s endearing how much he likes to watch it.

Keeping our lips together, he fucks me harder as he whispers, “I’m going to fill you up. My wife. I’m making you mine.”

Hesitantly, I stutter. “F-fill me up, Killian. Make…me yours.” “You are mine.”

With a deafening groan and a shuddering in his hips, I feel his climax tremble through us both. His cock pulses inside me, and I’m overcome with warmth.

Then, he climbs away from me and watches intently as he pulls his cock from inside me. His eyes don’t leave that spot, and when I feel the cum dripping from my pussy, he quickly wipes it with his thumb. I let out a gasp when I feel him gently pushing it back inside.

“I love the trust that it requires,” he adds, looking into my eyes. “I love feeling so connected to someone that they give me full control over their body.”

“You know…someday you could open a real place like that, and it wouldn’t have to be your home. I think it sounds wonderful.”

Then, finally, he leans down and presses his lips to my forehead as he mutters, “No, I couldn’t.” I glance up at him with confusion. With a smirk, he adds, “But maybe…we could.”

I never intended to fall in love with my wife.

Her wild honey-colored curls are piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She’s wearing a long-sleeved flannel I recognize as my own, and her gray-sweatpant-covered legs are folded in front of her as she leans over the typewriter. Honestly, I don’t know how I’m supposed to resist her when she looks like this.

Her words are cut off as my hand slides down inside her joggers, quickly slipping under her knickers to find her soaked and ready for me.

My finger plunges inside her at a steady pace, and I find it so exquisite how she tenses up around me the faster I move.

While my finger is still buried deep inside her, I happen to glance up at the typewriter and catch only one small line. He’s the last person on earth I want to love, but I can’t help it. I do.

Shoving her shoulders down to bend her over more, I watch as she white-knuckles the edge of the table just before I shove my fat cock inside her. She moves to her tiptoes and lets out a relieved squeal of pleasure.

Looking down, I enjoy the sight of my cock disappearing inside her, but I want her to see it too.

“Look how well you take me, mo ghràidh. Like you were made for me.” Her gaze moves downward and she watches with me as I move inside her.

I groan against the pain as I start to come, pounding three more times inside her. Filling her up gives me more satisfaction than I ever expected it to. It’s like I’m giving her something she can’t give back. Something she can’t refuse or fight. She takes every drop because deep down, she wants it too.

When I see a drop of my seed dripping free, I quickly push it back in with my thumb. She never argues with that either.

After tucking my cock back into my trousers and zipping them up, I leave the room and head toward the door to get back to work outside. I do so with a smile, knowing her scent is still on my skin and her ring is still on my finger.

Why won’t she just give me the chance to make up for everything they lack?

For her, I could be better. I could leave this house more. I could be a real man. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. If that’s what she needs.

“Don’t kiss me! I’m sick.” “I don’t care,” I reply as I pull her back toward me. I just want her body in my hands at all times. I crave her against my body and my lips on her every second of my day.

I don’t care that she’s sick or that I’ve seen her go through an entire box of tissues in a day. If that’s disgusting, so be it. She’s my woman, and I’ll take the bad with the good.

I’ve not made any indication that I expect her to stay after the year, at least not yet. I desperately hope she does.

“No, my dear husband. You’re not hurting me. Besides,” she adds with a shrug. “I like a little pain.” My eyebrows nearly shoot to my hairline. Oh, we’re coming back to that.

In one swoop, I lift her dress, and she lets out a yelp of surprise. “This, my sweet wife,” I say, grabbing her ass cheeks in my hand, “is mine.”

Then, I waste no time. Peeling down her thin lace panties, I let my friends behind me take their fill of my beautiful wife’s cunt, glistening and pink.

“She tastes good too,” I mutter lowly before dipping my head down and taking a long salacious lick of her wet pussy. She fidgets and moans as I do.

So I rear back my hand and lick my lips before landing a hard smack on her right ass cheek. The sound that comes out of her is a mixture of surprise and enjoyment—a gasp and a whine.

“Do you understand, Sylvie? Tell me you’re all mine.” “No,” she says through gritted teeth, shaking her head. A sinister smile stretches across my face.

Her moans are guttural and needy as I spank her again and again, growing more and more desperate to fuck her with every hit.

My hand burns with every resounding slap of her ass. Inside my trousers, my cock is straining against my zipper, leaking at the tip with the thought of sinking inside her.

“I’m yours,” she cries out in a breathless whimper. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

“Ride my cock and show me, then.” She climbs onto my lap in a rush, straddling my hips as she lowers herself over my shaft.

Her hands grip tightly to my neck as she grinds her hips on my dick, chasing her own pleasure and crying out loudly with every thrust.

Then it’s as if she holds me tight to pull me under with her. My cock jerks and shudders as I release my load, growling loudly with my climax.

It’s now early May, and I’m starting to feel a sense of panic building inside me because the days of our marriage are numbered. Sylvie only has four more months here. It will take me four more months to convince her to stay. To be my wife forever.

“Ever since the day you tore your own portrait to shreds, I knew you’d never be happy unless you were the center of our universe. Poor little Sylvie, always so desperate for everyone’s attention. What an entitled little bitch you’ve turned out to be.”