The Villainess Became My Alpha Husband Chapter 56: I Don’t hate it (R18)

"Elaine," I gasped. "I’m close—I’m going to—" It was too intense for as I could feel Elaine’s emotions this ti. It wasn’t disgusting at all. For so reason, I was feeling good. Pleasure was coursing through my body in waves, vibrating each and every corner of my body.

"Not yet," she said, but her rhythm faltered. "Wait for . Alexander, are you feeling good?"

I tried to hold back, but the pressure was building, coiled tight in my belly. She pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my racing heart. I imagined her face in my mind, my hands trembled slightly. It’s the first ti that I am feeling Elaine’s gentleness in bed.

"Look at , Alexander," she commanded.

I forced my eyes open when I heard her words. Her face was flushed, her hair wild, her gaze fierce and tender all at once.

"Co with ," she said, and thrust deep.

The wave crashed over . I ca with a broken shout, my cock shooting hot cum across my stomach, my pussy clenching around her shaft. She groaned, her hips jerking, and I felt her knot begin to swell at my entrance.

"That’s it," she growled. "Take it. Take all of ."

The knot locked inside , thick and unyielding, sealing us together. I gasped at the fullness, the pressure, the feeling of being completely claid. She stayed buried, panting, her forehead against mine.

"Now you’re mine," she whispered. "For a little while, anyway."

I could hardly breathe. "That’s—a lot. Your words... I don’t like them..."

She chuckled, breathless. "You handled it beautifully."

"Beautifully? I will have to clean myself tomorrow!"

"I will help you."

"No need, okay?"

We lay there, tangled, her knot slowly deflating over several minutes. I could feel her softening inside , but she didn’t pull out. Instead, she shifted, sliding one hand under my back.

"I told you I’d be gentle," she said. "But I’m not done with you yet."

My heart skipped. "What?" Am I going to be knotted again?

"One knot is just the beginning." She kissed my neck, my jaw. "I want to knot you again. And then I want to knot your mouth."

A shiver ran down my spine. "My mouth?"

"Yes." She pulled out slowly, the knot slipping free, and I felt empty, wet. "I want to feel your throat stretch around . I want to hear you gag. And when I co, I want to taste myself on your tongue."

I stared at her, my pulse hamring. "That’s... intense. Are you an idiot?"

"It is," she agreed. "But you’re not afraid, are you? And no... I am not a pervert."

I wasn’t. The thought of it sent a dark thrill through . "No," I said. "I’m not."

She smiled, and this ti it was predatory. "Good."

She flipped onto my stomach, pulling my hips up, my ass in the air. I heard her spit, felt it wet against my already-slick pussy. Her fingers teased , sliding inside, stretching again.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yes."

She entered from behind, a single, smooth thrust. I cried out, gripping the sheets. She set a brutal pace, faster than before, her hips slapping against my ass. I was still sensitive, oversensitive, but the pleasure coiled again, sharp and bright.

"You’re taking so well," she grunted. "Such a perfect little oga."

I moaned, incoherent. Her knot swelled again, and this ti it hit my entrance sooner, locking us together as she ca with a guttural cry. I felt her cum flood , hot and thick, and I ca again, untouched, my body wracked with spasms.

We stayed locked for another long minute, breathing hard. When she finally slipped free, she turned onto my back and knelt beside , her cock slick with both our fluids, still half-hard.

"Now for your mouth," she said.

I opened my lips, and she guided the head inside. The taste was salty, musky, heavy with her scent. I hollowed my cheeks, sucked, and she groaned above .

"That’s it," she whispered. "Take it deep."

I relaxed my throat as she pushed deeper, my eyes watering. Her hand tangled in my hair, not pulling, just resting, guiding. Her knot had started to swell again at the base, and I felt it nudge my lips.

"Breathe through your nose," she instructed.

I obeyed, my hands gripping her thighs. She thrust gently, her knot pressing against my lips, stretching them. I whimpered, but I didn’t pull away.

"You’re doing so well," she said, her voice breaking. "I’m almost there."

The knot surged, locking into my mouth, pressing against my tongue. I gagged, but she held still, letting adjust. Then she ca with a long, shuddering sigh, her cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, so spilling down my chin.

She stayed locked in my mouth for a full minute, panting, her body trembling. When the knot deflated, she slid out, and I gasped for air, my jaw aching.

She collapsed beside , pulling into her arms. "Alexander," she whispered. "My perfect little petal."

I was too spent to argue with the na. I just curled into her, my cheek against her chest.

"Was that strange enough for you?" she asked, a trace of humour in her voice.

Strange? Yes, it was. Elaine’s behaviour was still confusing to , making doubt her intentions. But right now... I don’t hate it.

I laughed weakly. "Maybe a little."

"Good." She kissed the top of my head. "I’ll be strange for you anyti you want."

"I don’t want you to be strange."

Elaine gave a probing look. "Why? You don’t want to be strange?"

I snarled, "You are always strange, Elaine. Right from the mont, we married each other."

"Our marriage was strange?"

"You know the answer, Elaine."

I closed my eyes, feeling her heartbeat slow beneath my ear. For the first ti, the strangeness didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like a promise.