Minutes?
Hours?
Or was it days that have passed?
Honestly Raven had no clue.
She lost time at her fourth orgasm. Right now all that she could register was Rowan.
Ro was back.
Ro was inside her.
Ro was fucking her into the chair.
Somewhere in between third and sixth climax he turned her around and lifted her ass up where he entered her from behind and fucked her into the couch.
With the spit and sweat from her, she was one with the couch.
Their new position made her dress slide down from her waist and cover head blocking her view of their coffee table.
Her hands were drew over her head by Rowan's left hand as his right hand held her by her waist to support her weight .
He had not yet touched her breast but the continuous back and forth rocking made rubbed her nipples against the couch adding onto the sensations Rowan giving her from behind.
Speaking of her pussy, she was sure it was melting at how hot she was feeling as her husband thrust in and out of her.
She now understood what he meant by saying that "it was for him." . Since he slammed his dick into her, he hasn't stopped fucking her, no matter how many times he came, he just continued ignoring his semen that dripped from her abused hole, to her throbbing clit and unto the couch.
After all that he has not calmed down yet, his dick us as hard as ever, stretching out her insides and filling her up.
She was getting overstimulated by his dick.
She couldn't take it anymore.
So with wobbly hands she pushed herself off the couch where she tumbled onto their carpet.
"Love?" His voice called from the couch, surprise and concern heavy in his tone.
"No more." She begged, flinching as semen dripped out of her.
Rowan chuckled darkly as he lifted her by her shoulders and made her stand on her feet, which were shaking. Rowan sat down in the middle of the couch with his dick on display, slick and glistening from what they had just done
"Do you want to take a break?" He murmured as he gently caressed her wrist.
Raven nodded.
He turn her around and Raven did nothing to refute this thinking nothing of the action.
Then, taking her right wrist in his hand, he gently pulled her to him as he shuffled his legs between hers, opening her to him.
Raven understood what he was planning and tried to move away from him. He wabts her to sit on him, on his dick to be precise.
"Shh, shh. Darling I will not hurt you. It's gonna be fine okay? I will not do anything this time." He soothed.
Raven threw him a suspicious look, his last promise did not age well, but she didn't fight him as he directed her to sit on him, she was too tired to.
As she got closer, Rowan suddenly grabbed her left wrist and rammed himself into her making her scream out his name in betrayal.
"You said you wouldn't do anything." She cried out as two tear drops rolled down from her eyes.
"I know, I know. I am so sorry." Rowan soothed, his tone anything but apologetic.
Raven took in their position, his dick was inside of her, again, and her back against his chest. Rowan's hands were wrapped tight around her waist, rubbing soothing circles around her hips, and his forehead rested on her shoulder.
