Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 327: Harder Please
I could hear the strong beating of his heart as our bodies became completely joined. My pussy quivered around his cock as I hugged him tightly while sitting on the hospital bed.
"If you don’t let me go, I can’t start moving," Bradon said teasingly before letting out a little chuckle.
I slowly unwrapped my arms from his body while hesitating to let him go. I planted my hands behind me instead to prop myself up as I spread my thighs invitingly.
"Oh...Ahh...Ahhh!" I moaned louder and louder as his cock began moving inside of me. Bradon stimulated my insides with slow but deep thrusts. The sensation of his cock dragging slowly along the walls of my aching pussy as he withdrew it almost completely out of me made my entire body tremble. I cried out each time that he plunged his cock into me. Although the slow and deep way that he was entering me felt so pleasurable, it didn’t take me long to crave something more rough and dominating.
"Please..." I pleaded in a strangled voice as I lifted my hips off from the bed.
"We should take it slow," Bradon warned me as if he was scared of breaking me. Little did he know that that was exactly what I wanted from him.
"Please, I want it harder..." I confessed softly as I stared up directly into his eyes.
"Tell me what you want, Leya," he replied as he reached out a hand to cup the side of my face.
When he inserted his thumb between my lips, I licked it seductively with the tip of my tongue as we kept on staring deeply into each other’s eyes. I knew that he knew very well what I wanted but he was taking joy in making me say it out loud. As if to urge me to beg him for more, he completely stilled inside of me and refused to thrust.
"Harder...fuck me harder..." I begged boldly as I clenched my pussy walls tightly around his cock.
"Like this?" he asked teasingly as he rammed his thick shaft roughly into me.
I felt the big head of his cock slamming against my womb as pleasure exploded inside of me. I cried out so loudly as if I had completely lost my mind as his cock continued to crash against my womb with each intense thrust. Bradon went wild, giving it to me. After rearing his hips back, he pumped his cock roughly into me in one powerful thrust that drove its entire length all the way into my love cave. I moaned and cried out his name in wild ecstasy as he continued pounding his thick member in and out of me. It felt like we were wild animals mating to satisfy our innermost desires. I was reminded once again how good sex with Bradon could feel. It didn’t take long after he went all out to pleasure my insides for me to reach my climax.
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**A few days later**
"How much longer do I need to stay in the hospital?" I asked, my brows furrowed together in frustration.
It wasn’t the first time I’d asked Bradon this question, hoping for the day I’d be discharged. By now, I was well-recovered, and every doctor probably agreed there was no point for me to stay. I felt slightly guilty for occupying such a luxurious hospital room in comfort when I wasn’t even really sick.
"I know you’re bored, but it could be unsafe outside. Desmond and I are working things out," Bradon replied, offering the expected answer.
“At first, I was locked up in his mansion, and now I’m locked up in this hospital room. Do you really want me to die of boredom?" I asked before letting out a long, loud sigh.
Bradon went silent, indicating he wasn’t willing to give me the answer I wanted.
"What do you have for me today?" I asked while pretending not to sound too interested.
The difference between being locked up in his mansion when we first got married and being locked up in the hospital was that Bradon spent a lot of time with me here. Unlike when we first got married, where we barely spent time together and he rarely came home, Bradon spent a pretty decent chunk of the day and night with me. Even though he never admitted it, he did many things to ease my boredom, including buying things I enjoyed when he visited.
I found myself looking forward to his daily visits and what he would bring. Sometimes, it would be desserts from my favorite bakeries or something trendy that had recently been released. As his visits became more entertaining, we spent more time talking and interacting. Although I enjoyed everything he brought, what I enjoyed most was when he brought games I’d never seen before. Brandon would teach me how to play, and I would spend hours trying to beat him, although without much success.
"I brought you some tarts today. Apparently, they’re supposed to be famous and popular lately. They claim that this tart is low in calories and it’s pretty popular among young ladies," Bradon said as he took out a beautiful light pink box.
"Is that so?" I asked skeptically. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him and the research he did, but I didn’t quite trust the claims that bakeries made about their products being low-fat and low-calorie.
"This tart looks too delicious to be low in calories," I said with a teasing laugh as I looked at the large fruit tart that was unveiled when Bradon opened the box.
"I guess it doesn’t matter as long as it tastes good. It’s not like you need to be on a diet or anything," he said before cutting a piece of the tart with a fork.
I opened my mouth automatically as I waited for him to feed me.
"Is it good?" he asked as I chewed on the tart.
"Hmm... it’s pretty good. I’m not so sure about it being low in calories, but it does taste more than decently good," I replied with an approving nod of my head and Bradon smiled at me.
–To be continued...
