Chapter 4

ISABELLA'S POV

I drifted in a haze of exhaustion again, my body limp and throbbing from the relentless pleasure Ethan had already wrung from me. At this point I don't know what time it is or how many rounds we have gone at. The sheets beneath me are damp with sweat and our combined releases. Then, a warm, wet heat enveloped my swollen pussy.

My eyes fluttered open on a broken moan.

Ethan is between my thighs, his broad shoulders holding me open. As his hot tongue dragged slowly through my slick folds, savoring every drop of my earlier orgasms that is mixed with his cum. The rough scrape of his stubble against my tender inner thighs sent electric shocks straight to my core. He groaned deeply, the vibration making my hips twitch.

“Mmm… still so fucking sweet,” he murmured against my pussy before sucking my clit between his lips. His two thick fingers slid inside me easily, curling and stroking that sensitive front wall while his tongue flicked rapidly.

“Ethan...oh god!” I cried, my voice hoarse from screaming earlier. My hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands as another orgasm built fast and merciless in me.

He didn’t stop. He devoured me like a man starved, slurping and sucking noisily, while his fingers pumps inside me faster. When he added a third finger, stretching me wide, I shattered again...my thighs clamping around his head as fresh juices gushed onto his tongue. He lapped it all up greedily, not wasting a single drop.

ETHAN'S POV

I knew she’d drugged me. The unnatural, raging lust burning through my veins made it obvious. But I didn’t give a fuck. For the first time in two years, I am claiming my wife properly, and nothing is going to stop me until my cock finally goes soft. This is a perfect excuse to do so, without breaking the contract...because she did break it first by drugging me.

I climb up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and bites along her stomach. I latched onto her full breast, sucking hard on the stiff nipple while pinching the other between my fingers. Isabella arched, whimpering beautifully. My fat, elongated cock...still rock hard and throbbing...nudged against her soaked entrance.

“You drugged me, you naughty little wife,” I growled against her breast, biting down gently. “Now you’re going to take every consequence.”

I pushed in slowly this time, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her walls until the fat head pressed firmly against her cervix. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around me like velvet heat.

“Fuck… I can feel you in my womb,” she gasped, her eyes wide with overwhelmed pleasure.

ISABELLE'S POV

He starts thrusting in deeply, in grinding strokes that makes my toes curl. The obscene wet squelch of his cock plunging into my cum-filled pussy filled the room. He sucked my breasts ravenously, switching from one to the other, leaving dark hickeys and bite marks all over my chest.

Then he pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and yank my hips up. Positioning me in a doggy style on the edge of the bed, he then slams back inside me with brutal force. The new angle has him hitting me even deeper. His heavy balls slapping rhythmically against my clit as he pounds into me.

“Take it deeper, baby. Let me fuck that womb,” he snarled, one hand fisting my hair, as the other slapping my ass hard. The sting bloomed into pleasure. I push back against him, meeting every thrust like a whore in heat.

He reached for a vibrating wand which I can't tell when in particular it was brought out or where it came from..pressing the buzzing head directly on my clit while railing me. I scream, while squirting violently around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets. My vision whited out.

But he kept going.

He pulled me up into a kneeling position, my back against his chest. One strong arm wrap around my waist while the other hand pinch and roll my nipples. His cock drove upward into me, grinding against my G-spot with every roll of his hips. I reached back, digging my nails into his neck as another climax tore through me.

ETHAN'S POV

I couldn’t get enough of her sounds...the broken moans, the way she whimpered my name like a prayer. I laid her on her side, spooning her from behind. Lifting one of her legs high, I slid back inside her soaked heat. This position let me go slow and sensual for a while. I kissed her neck, sucked on her earlobe, and whispered filthy praises.

“This pussy was made for my cock. So tight, so wet, milking me like you never want me to leave.”

I fucked her like that for long minutes, rolling my hips in deep circles, my hand reaching around to rub her clit. She came again, softer this time, her walls pulsing around me in rhythmic waves.

But the drug still raged in my blood. I need more.

I pulled out and made her kneel on the floor in front of the full-length mirror. “Watch,” I commanded, voice rough. “Watch how your husband fucks you.”

She braced her hands on the glass as I entered her from behind again. We both watch...my thick cock disappearing into her stretched pussy, her breasts swinging with every powerful thrust, her face contorted in ecstasy. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously until she came once more, legs shaking.

ISABELLE'S POV

He carried me back to the bed and made me ride him. Straddling his hips, I sank down onto his massive length, moaning at how full I felt even after so many rounds. He grips my ass, guiding me up and down while thrusting up to meet me. Then he pulled me forward, sucking my breasts into his mouth as I rode him harder.

“Fuck my tits,” I whispered breathlessly, surprising myself. For the first time since this night...I am actively demanding for something not just passively taking or reciprocating.

Ethan’s eyes darkened. He pulls out and has me lie on my back. He straddled my chest, sliding his slick, cum-covered cock between my breasts. I pushed them together for him as he thrust, the fat head bumping my lips every time. I licked and sucked the tip eagerly, tasting our combined essence.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he groaned, pinching both my nipples hard.

He fucked my tits until he couldn’t hold back, then flipped me onto all fours again. This round was primal. He mounted me like a beast, pounding so hard the bed slammed against the wall. His hand reached around to rub my clit while his cock battered my cervix.

I lost count of my orgasms. My voice grew raw. Sweat poured down both our bodies. The room smelled of sex...musky, sweet, and filthy.

ETHAN'S POV

Hours passed. I took her against the window again mutiple times, her hands pressed to the glass overlooking the sleeping city as I railed her from behind. Then in the shower, with hot water cascading over us while I lifted her and fucked her senseless against the tiles, with her legs wrapped around my waist.

Back in bed, I ate her pussy once more, sucking gently on her oversensitive clit until she begged for mercy. Then I made her suck me off. Her warm, wet mouth felt like heaven. She took me deeply, gagging softly as I held her hair and fucked her throat with controlled thrusts.

By 4 AM, she is a trembling, cum-leaking mess beneath me. I had her in so many positions, even with her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove into her with long, powerful strokes. I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling, while grinding against her clit.

“I’m going to fill you again,” I growled.

I came hard, flooding her womb with another thick load. She clenched around me, milking every drop as her orgasm ripped through her exhausted body.

We collapsed together, my cock still buried deep inside her. I held her close, stroking her hair, kissing her sweat-damp forehead.

But even then, I wasn’t fully soft. The drug kept me semi-hard inside her warmth.

ISABELLA'S POV

As the sky outside began to lighten with the first hints of dawn, Ethan started moving again... in slow, lazy thrusts. He gently suck on my breasts, soothing the marks he’d left earlier. His stubble scraped deliciously against my skin as he kissed down my neck.

We made love slowly this time. Not with the rush of last night. Just deep, intimate connection of his cock sliding in and out of my thoroughly used, cum-soaked pussy with wet, lazy sounds. He whispered against my ear, “You’re mine, Isabella. Every inch. Every moan. Every drop of cum leaking out of you.”

I came again clinging to him. Finally, as the sun rose higher, painting the room in soft gold, I felt his cock soften inside me.

Ethan groaned in relief and exhaustion, pulling me tightly against his chest. We were both sticky, marked, and utterly spent. His hand possessively cupped my breast as he kissed my temple.

“Best drug I’ve ever had,” he murmured with a tired, satisfied chuckle.

I smiled weakly against his chest, too blissed out and sore to speak. Moreover since he has decided that I am the one that drugged him I don't have the strength to convince him otherwise...I mean or else he figures out who did it to him himself

For now my body aches in the most delicious ways. Every movement reminded me of how thoroughly he had claimed me...from the kitchen island all the way through the night until sunrise. And I am going to relish itz, before shit hits the fan.

For the first time in two years, the distance between us had been obliterated in the most carnal, filthy, and intimate way possible. As sleep finally claimed us both with the morning light streaming in, I wondered what this meant for our contract marriage.

But that is a problem for later.

Right now, I was exactly where I wanted to be...wrapped in my husband’s arms, dripping with his cum, and completely, deliciously ruined.