“Look at me,” he ordered.

Our eyes locked as he pushed inside.

The stretch was still breathtaking. Inch after thick, veined inch sank into my soaked pussy until he was buried to the hilt, balls pressed tight against my ass, the curved head kissing my cervix.

He started fucking me with long, deep, powerful strokes — pulling almost all the way out so I could feel the thick head catch at my entrance, then slamming back in until our bodies slapped together.

Every thrust dragged perfectly along my G-spot.

“Feel that, little wife?” he growled, never breaking eye contact. “Feel how deep your husband is inside you? This cunt was...