His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 31
Gabriel flipped our position positioning us such that my back was facing his front again, and his d*ck lurked around my a*s
before reaching the entrance of my p*ssy again
“Always wet for me.” He kissed my neck from behind, pressing his d*ck, making me whimper. “Maybe you’re not a good girl after
all
“I-I am” I was breathless.
“Do you want me to f*ck you like a good girl?”
“N-No.”
“How do you want me to f*ck you, baby?” He asked, again.
“Raw.” I replied, my eyes dark with a passion I didn’t recognise before today. “Fast. Rough.”
That’s not something that a good girl wants now, is it?”
His hands wrapped around my neck in a choke hold again.
“N-No.” I replied, “*uck me like a bad girl, Gabriel.”
I’m going to f*ck you like you’re my girl, baby, because you are. He promised, his bulging di*k throbbing. “And you’re going to
watch me f*ck you in the mirror. You’re going to watch me own you and you’re going to like it, hm?”
I nodded with desperation as he left my neck and bent me down.
*Get on all your fours, baby,” he ordered and I did just that as he got on his knees behind me and then bent my back down till my
head was on the floor, bent to one side, mirror in front of it.
I watched him in the mirror stroking his d*ck while looking at me, spanking my a*s before he positioned it in front of my clit.
Without warning, he entered.
I gasped.

It had been so long since I had sex, that I had forgotten how it felt like. I had forgotten the pain and the pleasure that shot
through.
“Gabriel F*ck!” I gasped, my breathing deepening. “Are you.. are you in?”
“Just the tip,” He said.
My heart beat fastened as he pushed in more.
I moaned inhumanly, tears rising.
“You can take it, baby. You can take all of me. He said, and pushed further and further. Every time I thought he was completely
in, he pushed more until he was positioned. “So f*cking tight,” he spanked me and my legs shook as I focused on my breathing
trying to adjust to the pain. He was huge. “This p*ssy was made for di*k.
my
He moved, removing himself and then thrusted back in.
“Gabe...” “This time, it hurt lesser.
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The next time he thrusted, the pain was even lesser and the fourth time, the pain completely dissipated, leaving just pleasure
behind-pleasure like I had never known before.
“Your cunt was made for me, baby.” His strokes fastened. My breaths were shorter and b
with every time he pushed into me.
“1. Thrust. “Own.” Thrust. “You.”
“Gabriel! F*ck!”
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “My wife.
“Gabriel!”

“You.” Thrust. “Belong.” Thrust. “To me.”
“Gabe Gabe.. faster.”
“ALL” The
“All Thrust. “Your Thrust. “Orgasms.” Thrust. “Are mine.”
name was the only word I knew
He quickened his pace and I watched him in the mirror, I watched as he spanked my a*s while thrusting into me, I watched him
pick his pace while rubbing my clit from behind.
“L.. I’m about to come.” I told him, and since he didn’t stop me like he usually does, I came.
I came all over his d*ck while he was thrusting in me, and he pulled out only after I rode off the high of my orgasm. He collected
me in his arms, taking me to the bed and putting me down, hovering over me.
I looked at him staring down at me.
“Did you watch me in the mirror, baby?” He asked.
I nodded.
“Who owns you?”
“Y-You”
His hand wrapped around his *ick as he continued rubbing it. Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Good. You watched my d*ck f*ck you, now watch my face as I f*ck you.” He raised my legs onto his shoulders, positioning
himself in front of me and then entered in me without warning
I felt sore and sensitive, and I screamed his name as he thrusted in me.
Instead of stopping, he leaned ahead to kiss me. “Open your eyes, Freckles.”

I did. His eyes bore into me and his body moved, thrusting into me until I was comfortable with it again.
And then, he bent down to kiss me again while pleasure built around me again, my traitor clit welcoming his d*ck and wrapping
around him happily.
And so, he began thrusting again while his face remained buried in my neck and his hand pressed my right boob, squeezing it
like it was his favourite toy.
Every part of me felt sore, but the pleasure building in me again overtook all my senses.
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There was much less talking this time, and a lot more f*cking. His pace was gentle, and when it began picking up pace again. he
straightened up, holding both my legs together as he continued thrusting inside me, absolutely slow at first and then picking his
pace, driving me nuts.
“Ah, Gabriel, F*ck.”
“Made for me, Freckles. You were made for me.” He muttered in a low promise.
“I-I want to... I couldn’t talk anymore. I just couldn’t.
All I felt was a pleasure I couldn’t contain, spreading from my clit to my legs that hurt and shook, and my heart that was pounding
in my chest.
I could feel my climax build inside me, and I knew I had never orgasmed so fast before. Not when he fingered me, not when he
went down on me and not even the first time he f*cked me.
But here, looking at him, looking at his face and his body thrust inside me while his hands assaulted my boobs and his lips left
marks all over my chest, it did something to me.
It brought a sense of belonging that I didn’t even want to fight.
“Come for me, Freckles. Come all over my d*ck like you own it.
“Like?” I questioned with the little strength and sanity I had left in me. “I.. own... it.”

“Right as f*ck you do.” He replied, “Now, come for me, baby.”
And so, I did.
literally making
me
I don’t think I had ever come like this before, the high of it lite
want to pass out. I don’t know for how long did I remain curled up where I was because by the time my breathing normalised,
and I could see the ceiling of the room again, the painting of the naked lovers staring back at my naked self, Gabriel wasn’t
there. He wasn’t standing in front of me anymore, and he wasn’t thrusting inside me.
He came out from the bathroom and then picked me in his arms.
“What’re you doing?” I asked him, but curled up to him without hesitance.
“I drew you a bath,” he said, and sure enough, there was a bathtub filled with water that was still running and lukewar
“Why?” I asked as he placed me inside it.
“You’re sore. This would help you relax before the fourth round
My eyes widened, and he shamelessly laughed. “I’m joking.” He muttered against my hair before placing a soft kiss to my
forehead and passing me one of the shower gels, and then leaving me to finish bathing by myself.