[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 22: Only his desires matter (M)

Ash pov ;

His finger probed at my entrance and I clenched instinctively. He smacked my ass, hard, the sharp sting bringing out a blissful moan out of me.

"Relax," he growled and I forced myself to take a deep breath. "Today, you’ll learn what happens when you disobey me."

I shuddered as his finger pushed into me, and I gasped at the intrusion. My head was going numb and my eyes were rolling back. He was not gentle by any means, and he pushed it all the way in one go, burying his finger to the knuckle.

The sensation was overwhelming, and I moaned loudly, my body tensing as it adjusted to the intrusion. But soon, the pleasure overtook the pain, and I began rocking my hips in hopes of more.

"Nangh!" Another smack on my butt.

"You’re supposed to wait till I give the orders, my little actor. Don’t be greedy," he scolded.

"N-no! Angnh!" I sucked in a breath as my insides throbbed at the impact of his palm on my ass. "Move your f-fingers, you dog!"

"You’re still giving me orders, huh? What a brave and shameless slut." He thrust his finger harder, hitting that spot and causing me to scream in joy.

"Mnhh!" The pleasure was so fierce that I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes.

Elijah leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. "I can’t wait to fuck this slutty hole."

"You’re the...ah----slut for my hole! Mnh!" I whimpered, my hips buckling involuntarily as his finger moved in and out of me.

He added another finger that made me lose my mind. His fingers were scissoring inside, stretching me. Suddenly, my air was cut as he gripped my neck and shoved me onto the bed.

"I can’t wait to see this hole swallowing my cock." He growled.

He pulled his fingers out, and I whimpered at the loss. The sound of a cap opening echoed, and I braced myself for the pain.

The cold lube hit my hole, and I shivered, goosebumps spreading across my skin. Elijah’s hands were rough as they massaged my butt cheeks, his fingers pressing into the flesh and spreading the lube.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

"Just do it," I groaned, desperate for him to fill me.

"Of course you are," he laughed, his tone condescending.

He lined up his cock against my hole, and I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable stretch.

He pushed into me, and I cried out, the sweet pain and exhilaration blending together into a mind-numbing sensation.

Elijah gave me no time to adjust to his hard and angry length, his hips slamming into me violently while his cock stretched me to the point of breaking. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles white as I tried to stay in the moment. I trembled insanely, and I felt like my whole body was melting.

My hole twitched and clenched tightly at his cock, and he moaned, his grip on my hips tensing.

"Fuck, Ash, you’re so fucking tight," he grunted wildly, his breathing increasing and turning into heavy puffs.

"Mmnh...start moving. Why are you wasting time?" I managed, my words coming out as a gasp.

He obliged, his cock ramming into me with a force that was both brutal and exhilarating.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, our moans and grunts, and the smell of sex. He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Ahhn!" I don’t want to admit but I loved the weight of his body on top of me, crushing me into the mattress and forcing the air out of my lungs.

His strong and veiny hands covered my own hands and held them down on the bed, he was pinning me down, dominating me completely much to my contentment.

His face buried into the crook of my neck, and he nibbled and sucked the skin there, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt like I was going to explode.

"Elijah," I cried out his name and he responded with a grunt, his cock thrusting deeper into me, and I squeezed my eyes tightly, the pleasure threatening to send me over the edge.

I could feel the tension building within me, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. My cock was throbbing, precum dripping from the tip, and I was on the verge of losing control.

"F-fuck, Elijah, I’m going to come," I gasped, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck.

It was too stimulating, and I cried out, my orgasm tearing through me. I came hard, my cock pulsing as it shot hot cum onto the sheets.

But Elijah kept pounding into me, his thrusts growing more erratic and his grunts becoming more guttural.

I moaned and gasped heavily which were swallowed by him as he covered my lips with his, our tongues tangled together.

"W-Wait...I just came!"

"But I haven’t," his hand slipped around to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts. "How shameless you are for thinking of coming alone."

"A-Ahn! Hah...! Wait! I’m still...sensitive...ahnh!"

My toes curled and my body convulsed with the overstimulation. I felt like I was going to faint. The pleasure was so intense, I couldn’t breathe or even think straight. My vision blurred, yet he kept thrusting into me with his powerful and aggressive thrusts.

Soon, his breathing grew ragged, his body tensing as he reached his own release. His cock pulsed inside me and his cum filled me up.

I collapsed onto the bed, my body sticky with sweat and cum.

"I’m not done yet."

He pushed my head down and made me stick out my butt. He rubbed his cock against my hole again, his eyes filled with thirst.

Not giving me time to even breathe he entered me in one smooth motion, and I screamed until my voice was hoarse, my body shuddering as his cock stretched me even more.

"Hah! Hah! Angh...wait—I just—ah!" I couldn’t breathe, my entire body was on fire, and I thought I might pass out.

"Mmh! You’re...hah...going too rough! Ng!"

"Shut up and take it like the whore you are. You should be glad that it’s me rather than a stranger."

I hugged a pillow tightly, burying my face in it, trying to muffle the embarrassing noises that kept escaping my mouth.

"Stop! No! Mmnh! It’s too deep! A-Ah!"

Suddenly, the pillow was ripped away from me, and my eyes locked with his, the intensity of his gaze causing me to shiver.

"Why hug a pillow when you can hug me?"

He pulled me up into his arms, making me sit in his lap while his cock was still buried deep inside me.

But I fought back, I struggled and tried to push him away. I dread to see his face from so close. "N-no! Get away, you stupid dog!"

"Oh, are you still acting?" He smirked, his hand snaking around my neck and squeezing slightly.

"You’re the fucker who doesn’t know when to stop!" I said, trying to ignore the fact that his hand on my neck was turning me on even more.

With me in his lap, he wrapped his other arm around me, pulling me closer and kissing me hungrily. Our lips crashed together, our tongues intertwined, and I felt my resistance melt away.

"Don’t tell me to stop," he growled, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me up. He started thrusting into me again and making me moan uncontrollably.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he fucked me.

"Yes, just like that," I gasped, my body tingling with delight. I could feel another orgasm building within me, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. "I-I’m..com..."

I couldn’t respond, my mind blank as I neared the edge.

"Come for me, baby," he ordered.

I obeyed, my body tensing and my orgasm ripping through me, sending waves of madness throughout my body.

I felt him stiffen beneath me, his cock pulsing inside me as he reached his own climax.

We both slumped onto the bed.

As we caught our breaths, his warmth surrounding me felt comforting yet achingly temporary.

I hate myself for wanting him to keep laying there beside me.

But not every dream could come true and in my case, I have the worst luck because he absurdly got up after a moment.

My hand unconsciously reached out before I could stop it, grasping his hand.

He glanced back at me, confusion flickering in his eyes. "What?" he asked and my eyes widened as my heart raced in embarrassment. "Want another round?"

I shook my head slowly, swallowing past the lump in my throat. "It’s nothing," I muttered, hoping he wouldn’t press further.

With a casual shrug, he nodded and made his way to the bathroom. The door closed behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts, the room suddenly feeling too quiet, too empty.

Lying back on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the tight ache in my chest. The sex was intense and undeniable, but it left me hollow once the passion faded. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more—I craved more than just fleeting moments of ecstasy followed by this overwhelming sense of loneliness.

Now that I have regained my conscience again, I feel dirty. It’s the same feeling of being used by him in the past. What was I thinking? How fucking horny I was?

Tears threatened to spill over, betraying the turmoil raging inside me. Did I truly believe Elijah would stay, would comfort me, would acknowledge that there could be something deeper than just lust?

When he had already made me aware that he bought me just for his fun..for his revenge. This is all just a game for him, and I’m just a toy to play with. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

I hugged myself tightly, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep in my bones.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I wiped away the tears threatening to betray me. He’s right. I don’t deserve more than this. I don’t deserve someone who would stay, who would hold me, who would see me beyond the physical desires we fulfilled in each other.