Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 29: Sweetest Punishment

“Did you get this wet from a kiss, Leya?” he asked before letting out an amused chuckle.

“Don’t call me that!” I yelled as I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes.

I glared with narrowed eyes at him as my anger started boiling over. Since learning that he wasn’t Anthony, I could no longer bear to hear him call me by my nickname. It was Anthony who came up with this nickname for me when we were kids, and it was probably the only thing that reminded me of the connection that we used to share. Having this man use that name so carelessly felt like he was soiling the precious memories that I shared with Anthony that I treasured so dearly.

He seemed a little startled and his fingers stopped momentarily before they slipped beneath the thin fabric of my panties and began stroking up and down the length of my wet opening. I wanted to drown in my own embarrassment when I let out a moan as his fingers continued to caress the wet hot mess in between my legs mercilessly. The faster his fingers moved to stroke up and down my slippery opening, the louder the wet sounds echoed from between my legs. I could hear it so clearly so I was certain that he could hear all the lewd sounds that my pussy was making as well.

I was so wet down there and there was no way that I could hide it from him. Despite all that had happened, my body still remembered clearly the pleasure that his touches could make me feel. My core throbbed and clenched with the desire that he had ignited deep inside of me. It didn’t take long for me to fail holding in my passionate moans as waves of intoxicating pleasure began taking over my body and mind.

“Did you enjoy the glimpse of heaven that I showed you last night?” he asked me in a low whisper.

“What...?” I murmured in shock as my mind inherently recalled all the ways he loved me on our wedding night.

“You were even moaning in your sleep. It seemed like you were enjoying yourself,” he said before he smirked at me knowingly.

My eyes widened when I realized that he must have watched me sleep but I did not remember moaning in my sleep. Did I really do that?

“Ahhh! Ahhh” I cried out and then moaned when I felt jolts of intense pleasure erupt from the sensitive spot between my legs.

His fingers brushed teasingly against my swollen pleasure seed, and I suddenly felt my legs go weak as my pussy spasmed repeatedly. I could feel my mind going hazy with lust as his fingers began stroking my clit faster and harder than before. My hips began moving up and down as I thrusted my clit against his exploring fingertips.

“Don’t...please...” I whimpered as I felt like I was about to lose control of my body.

The pleasure felt overwhelming, and I wasn’t sure if I really wanted him to stop petting me there. As if he could sense the secret desire in my mind, his fingers thrusted sharply into my wetness. The sensation of his thick and long fingers penetrating into my love hole made me cry out as my hips bucked upward. It felt so good that my mind went white for a few seconds. I whimpered and moaned as I experienced a soft climax at the entry of his fingers as he pressed them even deeper into my love tunnel. It felt amazing and that pleasure only reminded me of the feeling of his cock pounding into my flooded love cave.

“You liked it so much last night. You were begging for it so why have you suddenly changed your mind?” he asked teasingly as he stared down at my face.

I didn’t have the words to reply to him because all I could do was moan in complete ecstasy. Although I knew that it was wrong, I couldn’t stop the flames of desire that seemed to burn hotter and brighter in my inner core. It felt too good, and I just couldn’t resist the temptation of his seductive touches. Wet lewd sounds erupted from between my legs where his fingers thrusted in and out of my opening. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as my body fed on the addictive pleasure that his fingers offered.

“You’re not him. You’re not Anthony...” I managed to whimper in between my passionate moans.

He did not respond to me in words, but the movement of his fingers suddenly intensified as he roughly rammed his fingertips against my pleasure spot. I cried out despite my desperate attempt to hold it in. The pleasure quickly became too much for me to take and it felt like he was punishing me in the sweetest way. I could sense that he disliked my mention of Anthony, but I didn’t regret what I had said. Even when his fingers continued to corrupt my body with pleasure until I could feel my climax fast approaching, I didn’t regret saying what I truly felt.

Even if he could take my body, I would never let him take my heart or my soul.

I’m about to cum from his fingers...it feels too good...

“Give up and just cum...” he hissed right into my ear.

“Ahh...Ahhh...” I moaned as my hips pumped up and down.

My pussy clenched hard around his fingers as my entire body trembled. I had no choice but to surrender to the captivating pleasure that overwhelmed my senses. My climax hit me hard, and it was in that moment that my mind felt so clear and it felt like a very important piece of puzzle had finally fallen into place.

“Bradon! Ahhh!” I cried out as I surrendered myself completely to my heightened desire.

My climax felt so intense that it felt a little scary. I floated around in the heat of the moment as I enjoyed the aftereffects of my orgasm. A small whimper escaped my lips when I felt his fingers slowly sliding against my pussy walls as he withdrew them from my body.

Bradon. So, his name is Bradon.

How did I forget about it all this time?

--To be continued...