The Duke's Masked Wife

Alessandra gripped the sheets as Edgar continued to torture her. She accidentally moved her left leg but Edgar held onto it to keep her in place until he was done. With one last lick, Alessandra's body trembled as she reached the release she had been holding in. She panted as the emotions that made her mind a mess started to settle.

Edgar regained his former position over her but this time, he positioned himself right at her entrance. She was ready and quite frankly he could not wait any longer. Her sweet sounds and her taste had made him harder than he had ever been. He needed to be inside of her right now, hearing her cry out his name, and seeing her expressions.

Edgar rubbed his hardened member against her wetness to make it easier for him to enter her. "Hold on to me," he guided her hands to be placed around his neck.  "This is the part you need to be the most vocal about, Alessandra. It will hurt," he reminded her as he slowly pushed the tip in.

Alessandra bit her lip from the pain of Edgar entering her. It was slightly more painful than the first time he had used his fingers inside of her. Without thinking, she dug her nails into Edgar's skin. "I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Don't. If it comforts you, continue to do it. I do not mind that pain. It is payback for what I am doing to you now," he replied.

Alessandra didn't want to hurt Edgar but when he started to push in a little bit more, she gritted her teeth and dug her nails into his skin once again.

Edgar paused his movement upon seeing a tear slip from Alessandra's eyes. "Is it too much? I-"

"No," Alessandra stopped him as she knew he would say he could stop here. "It is not that bad."

"You say that but your eyes are watering," he caressed her face, using his thumb to wipe where a tear had escaped.

"I don't want to stop now. You said it will get better and I trust you."

Edgar continued to enter her, stopping each time she winced to give her time to get used to it. Eventually, he had reached far enough for him to stop and allow her to get used to him inside of her. There was still more of him left for her to take but he knew she would not be able to handle it until the pain had faded away.

'Fuck,' Edgar mentally cursed. She was squeezing him out of this world like she wanted to take everything he had to offer. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to start moving inside of her until she was ready.

Meanwhile, Alessandra could hardly handle the sensation of Edgar buried deep inside her. He filled the inside of her, stretching her to take all of him. At first, it was unbearable but now, she had gotten used to it. "Edgar, you can start moving now," she said.

Edgar sighed in relief now that the torture of having to stay still was over. He pulled out of Alessandra until only the tip remained before rocking himself back into her, careful of what he deemed to be her limit for now. He watched her wince at first but it wasn't long before her lips parted and her moans filled the room.

Edgar paused, still inside of her as he wrapped her legs around his waist to give him better access to enter her and to give her more pleasure. He continued to rock in and out of her, keeping a steady pace now she was no longer in pain.

"Edgar," Alessandra cried out his name when he hit a spot inside of her that tingled her body. Her hands had moved from his back where there were bound to be several marks from her nails and settled on his arms. "Ah," she moaned, enjoying the pleasure she received each time he entered her over and over again. The pain was long forgotten.

Edgar hissed from the feeling of her squeezing the hell out of him each time he entered her. She was tormenting him to the point of making him release early but he couldn't yet. "Alessandra, can I go deeper?"

There was that final part of him he could not hold back burying inside of her. Edgar desperately wanted her to take every inch of him.

"Deeper?" Alessandra asked, not understanding how much deeper he could go inside of her at this point. "How much-ah!" she exclaimed the moment he pushed further inside of her. Alessandra gripped his arms, taken aback by how much more he was filling and stretching her. How could he still have more to push inside of her?

Colorful spots clouded her vision as Edgar pushed all the way in. She had received her answer that all of him could be inside of her. Edgar's thickness and length made it hard for her to breathe at first. When he pulled out of her, Alessandra felt as though he was pulling her along with him. She wasn't able to get used to the empty feeling of him pulling out it wasn't long before he pushed deep inside of her again.

Alessandra bit her lip to refrain from crying out in pleasure afraid that someone on the outside would hear her.

Edgar continued with his sharp slow thrust opting to take it slow for her first time. He wanted her to feel how much he desired her and get acquainted with his length. He had a theory to prove after this about Alessandra preferring it to be a little rough because of what he noticed during their trip.

"I told you not to bite your lips, Alessandra. I need to hear your voice," Edgar said, pulling out until she would stop torturing her own lips.

"What if someone hears?" She asked.

"Then they shall hear me fulfilling my duty as your husband. We are the only ones with a room on this floor and if I know that sly fox, the maids won't be coming any time soon. Do not hold back and let me hear your voice. It is as alluring as your body."