His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Alex lunges onto me like a mad man.
The moment his tongue licks my clit all the way from the top to the bottom, an insatiable desire rouses in me. I whimper, my hand
clutching
onto his hair, my knees on the mattress of the bed on both sides of him.
His tongue enters me as if it was his cock, and he tongue fucks me.
“Oh my, God, Alex.” I moan before I can stop myself, and h
“God?” He pulls away, raising me.
I was breathless, panting, and this man cared about God.
“The God above,” I tell him, breathing through my mouth that caused my breasts to rise and fall.
“I am the one who’s under you, sucking you, fucking you and bringing you to your pretty orgasms.” His eyes darkened, “I am the
only God you
have in here.”
“Gross.” I gulp, scrunching my nose. “Can you not ruin my faith?”
“I’m serious, Mia. If you want to praise God, you better put my name in the same sentence. I am your God here. You’re mine.
Only. Mine.” Before I could formulate a reply, he launches himself onto me again, and even though I could breathe perfectly fine,
it seemed as if my breath disappeared in that moment.
He went animalistic this time, sucking as if my life depends on it.
“Oh,” I whimper when his tongue enters me again, fucks me like that while his eyes remain on me.
One of my hand clutches his hair between my fists and I use it to pull him even deeper. I had a bottomless pit of desire when it
came to Alex.
His cock. His wicked tongue. His rough fingers. I didn’t care what he gave me as long as it was something, and the outcome was
the same.

“Alex!” I cry. My pulse throbs with more desire and I feel myself edging closer to my climax. I call out his name before I release
myself all over his tongue, and even though he did the work, I was sweaty and breathless when he pulls out of me.
I watch as he licks his lips, licks me over his lips.
My incoherent, dazed thoughts make me bite my lower lip. I had never kissed Alex. I wondered if he would let me if I asked him.
Before that thought could reach any conclusion, I was thrown on the bed, my ass in the air again.
“Alex!” I squeal. “What–What’re you doing?”
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” He replies. “Because we’re far from it.”
Electricity jolts through me when I realise he was stroking his dick behind me, and the tip of his hard–on graced my entrance. He
took his sweet time rubbing it against me while I gasped his name in murmurs feeling my wetness all the way to my inner thigh.
Or was it my dripping orgasm from earlier?
I had no clue.
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All I could feel was him. My body reacted to him the way it had reacted to rip stimulus before, and I hated and loved it at the
same time
His dick enters me at one go, and I scream his name out.
“Yes, baby, scream the house down.” Thrust Thrust. Slower thrust. “Tell them all who belongs to you.”
“Oh Oh Oh my Alex” I cry. He takes his own time with each thrust, as if salvaging the moment.
My core pulsates
Four thrusts and I was a goner.
“Alex!” My wrists grasp the satin sheets of the bed, my cheek against it.
His hold on my ass tightens as he spanks one cheek, and I flinch in my place.
“Oh.” Another spark, another thrust. “Fuck!”

“Mine.” He growls.
“Alex,” I breathe. Spank. Another thrust. Spank. “Faster. Please.”
“What do I get in return?”
“An orgasm?”
“That I will anyway.”
“Please.” I whine.
He picks up pace.
I bite my lower lip as hard as I can to take the sudden rise in thrusts. This was all still very new to me. I got sensitive easily, sore
even easier.
But the desire never ended.
As he maintains pace while fucking me like a madman, I feel my climax building again.
“Yes. Yes...” I mumble, my edge feeling more intense than it had last time, and my knees shake.
“Marry. Me.” His words knock my breathing out, and I gasp. “Marry me, Mia.”
“No.” The words fly out of my mouth without much effort before I come undone on his cock.
The wave of my orgasm hits me hard, and I collapse on the bed when he pulls out of me, all breathless and satiated.
When reality kicks in again, the first thing I sense is his orgasm glistening over the skin of my stomach in the dim setting of the
room.
And then, his question. ‘Marry me Mia.” “No.“.
“Alex,” I breathe.
“Shut up,” he growls, and before I comprehend, I was being held in his arms and being picked up.

“What?” I hold his neck for support, my attention flickering to the cut under his right bottom lip. “What happened?” I press my
thumb against it before I could stop myself it.
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He doesn’t even finch if he feels the pain. “Don’t pretend you care, cupcake.”
Gult consumes me when I realise I’m being lowered in the tub, and then warm water soaks me.
“help” He says. “With the soreness.”
“How–How did you know?”
“I just de.”
He looked like he was going to leave, so I hold his ha
Contemplating for a long two seconds, he stays. He sits a
ay, Alex.”
edge of the tub, and then takes the bottle of shampoo in his hand.
I relax when he wets my hair, and then shampoo it.
This man is in the mafia. The one who fucks me, brings me to warm showers and then shampoos my hair and bathes me just
because I asked him to stay.
He takes his sweet time, and after he was done, rinses me off before raising me from the shower, not caring that the water wets
him and his
bathrobe too.
I miss the warmth of his touch and the water about immediately, but before the cold gets to me, he wraps me in a towel.
Alex picks out of my clothes while I dry myself, and I waste no time slipping into them.
After everything was done, he slips into his own clothes. He gets me into the bed.

“Goodnight, Mia.” He says, and when he leaves, my heart leaps out of my chest.
I should’ve asked him to stay the night.
I didn’t.
It was the first time I felt alone and my bed felt empty, even though it had been empty every night since I came here.