Rough love

Vel was still hard, and still far from done. As sweet as it had been, after the softness of his little sister, he found himself craving something harder. He knew who would serve him well for that.

“Jeane, get on the bed.”

He spoke in a commanding and curt tone, knowing his sexy soldier wife would enjoy it.

“Yes, my lord!”

Jeane complied so quickly, Vel never even saw her get on the bed. She was just suddenly sat on it, smiling at him.

She looked amazing. None of his wives’ pregnancies were showing yet, but Jeane’s chest had definitely grown a bit.

He was a bit worried about that, the pregnancies. A woman like his mother would probably be able to hide it for a while, but the toned girls like Adi and Jeane? That would be tricky. This wasn’t the right time to worry about it, though, he had a wife to fuck.

Vel could feel the pretty blonde’s excitement as he lunged for her, and she didn’t even flinch as he grabbed her by the throat. He didn’t dare be as rough with her as he once had. She was carrying his daughter, throwing her around seemed like a bad idea. A bit of **** would be fine though. He gently squeezed and Jeane’s eyes flashed with arousal.

“Are you ready to get fucked, Whore?”

He felt her moan through his clutching fingers.

“Yes, please!”

There was such an honest and naked need in her voice, it was incredibly hot to Vel.

Neither one of them saw any need for any further foreplay. Gentler than he once would have, but still not overly gently, Vel pushed his wife down on the bed. He wasted no time pushing himself inside her, nor did he give her any time to adjust by taking things slow. His most recently claimed wife liked it as hard as he could give it. He loved that about her, and he loved how she howled and moaned while he immediately fucked her furiously.

Vel put as much power as he dared into his thrusts, enjoying the sight of her bouncing tits and shaking body. Her eyes focused on his, and he saw a pleading in them, a silent request. He knew what she wanted and was happy to grant it.

Vel gathered a wad of spit in his mouth and, doing his best to aim while fucking her, spat it at Jeane’s face. It hit her right in the middle of her forehead and, as soon as it struck, triggered her climax.

“THANK YOUUUUUU!”

She threw her head back and practically howled the words as the orgasm shot through her body. Knowing Jeane, he didn’t stop or slow down, continuing to hammer her cervix mercilessly.

When she finally recovered enough to speak, her tone dripped with submission and worship.

“I love you, Master.”

Vel’s reply was to spit on her again, this time getting it into her open mouth. There was no hesitation. Jeane immediately swallowed it, then opened her mouth back up and stuck out her tongue, wordlessly asking for more. He was happy to provide it but had to put in a little effort to collect enough spit at this point. He hit her upper lip this time, some of it going into her mouth and some spattering her philtrum and nose.

Jeane didn’t manage to swallow this time. Her second orgasm hit her, and her loud moan sent both her own and Vel’s saliva flying out of her mouth. Vel let go as well, mindful of the fact that there were still three wives left to satisfy, and filled the gorgeous guard up.