Married For Revenge, Broken By Love

Cecily’s POV I stood over in front of the mirror, brushing my hair. I had heard the sound of his car come in and I waited patiently for him. The sound of his footsteps were heavy and with each step, my heart poundered till the door flung open. “Welcome home .. Did you.. Did you have a nice day at work?” I said, my voice, surprisingly soft. “f**k” he whispered and crossed the room with a few steps and grabbed the back of my neck pulling me close before our lips met. He reeked of alcohol. Of course, it was always when he was like this. Drunk He kissed me like he was hungry for it, like I was the life he needed to cling onto and I pulled him closer, loving the way he caressed my body with his hands. I unbuttoned his shirt, ripping the buttons. “I’m I’m sorry…” I said, stopping. “Shush Cecily and kiss me” he said, and I did. I took off his clothes and traced his abs with my fingers, my hand, tracing his scar and tattoo. He moved to my collarbone, sucking on it and kissing my neck before biting it to mark me. I gasped and he sucked on it to ease me. His hands moved underneath my nightwear, cupping one of my breast. He let out a groan before moving down to suck it, swirling my n*****s. I held him tighter, as I tried to stifle my moans. “Your smell…” he whispered, his hands, slipping down my soaked p***y. I shivered. “You’re wet for me already” his hands played with my clitories as I let out a moan before clasping my hands over my mouth. “I want to hear you moan Cecily. Moan for me” he said, looking directly at me as he put in one finger, daring me. “God…Keenan” I whispered “Yes.. Go ahead.. Moan for me baby” he said slowly, his eyes still on mine. He added a second finger, slowly pumping it and curling while my soft gasps started to become moans. I closed my eyes, my mouth turning an O. “Look at me Cecily, I want to see your face while my hands are inside you. I want to see you moan” My eyes met his dark grey eyes, staring down at me like I was the only thing in his world. We connected as I stared at him, my mouth in an O, moaning softly as we looked at each other. He slowly pumped his fingers, pulling me close, kissing me before carrying me and laying me on the bed, diving down to my p***y and without warning, he dove his tongue right in, moving in and out with so much precision. His fingers joined and I lost it, my hands cupped my breast caressing me while he watched me. “I’m going to c*m” I said, my breath going hard. But I wanted him inside of me. I looked at him like I was saying something with my eyes to him. “Tell me, Cecily. What do you want?” he said, coming up and kissing me. I tasted myself on his lips. “I…” “Tell me Cecily…” he whispered again, still kissing me. “I want you… please” “f**k…” he groaned and suddenly his c**k sprang up, lining it on my p***y, he then leaned down to kiss me as he entered me slowly. We both moaned on each other's lips as he entered. He released my lips slowly to look at me as he started thrusting so slowly, like he was trying to tell me something. I met his eyes as my fingers clawed his back. He continued slowly then found his rhythm. “Keenan… “ I moaned, closing my eyes as he found my spot. “Eyes on me baby” he said in that low voice that could get me cumming in minutes. I opened my eyes and his eyes were so dark with pleasure and… what was that thing I was seeing beneath? Love? But he hated me. My legs were already wrapping around his hips pulling him closer before he started to go fast. He groaned as he pounded fast leaning in to bite my neck that I knew was going to get bruised by tomorrow. He leaned in against my ear murmuring “f**k…. Cece” That was his favorite word. Fuck The orgasm hit harder, my walls were clenching around him in as I cried out, my body arching off the bed. He didn’t stop or slow down instead he just powered through it, f*****g me deeper, drawing it out until a second, even stronger one crashed right behind, leaving me shaking and wrecked, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. “Keenan… please” I didn't even know what I was begging for. Suddenly, he pulled me over him, I was now on top, and he turned me around so that I was facing the ceiling and my back to his chest. He slipped inside me slowly again while I moaned then tried to cover my mouth. “I said… I want to hear your moans Cecily. Out loud and clear. I want to hear your every gasp and moan. Do you understand?” His hands went to my c******s, teasing me as he pounded. I lost it as started to go faster and my breasts began to bounce. He held one of them playing with it while his other hands teased my clitories. “Oh God.. Keenan… yes” I felt another orgasm coming to hit me “Please.. Make me cum.. Please” I begged “Hold a bit baby.. Let's do it together… f**k” His hands held my hips now as he increased his pace, hitting those spots that made me go crazy. I was a mumbling mess as I moaned “Yes… Yess.. Oh God.. Yes” “Come for me baby” immediately he said it, I came immediately like I was waiting for his order. I came so hard I almost fell off him, my legs shaking as I cried out but he held me steady. He followed soon after, burying himself deep as he could get, hips stuttering with a low, guttural groan as he came. Hot thick ropes of c*m flooded me in heavy pulses, so much that it started leaking out around his c**k while he kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop deeper like he wanted it to stay there for days. We stayed like that, our breathing ragged, his forehead eventually dropping to mine. “You're mine Cecily, you know that?” I nodded slowly. “Who am I?” “My husband” “Good” he leaned in, kissing my back before turning me around and kissing me.