THE FORCED WIFE

Our First

"Wow, that was one intense party, wasn't it?" Hardin asked, as he steered their car towards their home. Samara nodded, her eyes still glazed over from the night's events. "I can't wait to get out of these clothes," she whispered, her fingers twining with his.

As soon as they walked into their apartment, Hardin pulled Samara into a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips crushed together, tongues colliding in a frenzy of desire. Samara hesitated at first, unsure of what was coming next, but she quickly kissed him back with just as much fervor.

Without breaking the kiss, Hardin scooped Samara up in his arms, carrying her towards the stairs. As they ascended, their bodies crushed together, their lips never parting. Once they reached their bedroom, Hardin gently laid Samara on the bed and resumed their passionate embrace.

Samara felt Hardin's hand wandering towards her breast, his fingers grazing her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, her breath catching in her throat as his touch sent shivers down her spine. Hardin took this as a cue and deepened their kiss once more, his lips devouring hers hungrily.

As he continued his exploration, Hardin reached for the closet and pulled out a condom. With a wicked grin, he began to undress Samara, his fingers teasing her skin as he removed each piece of clothing. His fingers slid inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Samara moaned again, her body trembling as Hardin's finger continued to explore her. Her breath hitched as she felt his erection press against her, eager to be inside her. With a playful smirk, Hardin positioned himself, his penis poised at the entrance of her vagina.

In one swift motion, he thrust inside her, sending both of them into a whirlwind of ecstasy. Hardin's eyes locked with Samara's, a fierce passion burning between them as they began their intimate dance.

As they moved in sync, their bodies melded together, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps. This was the moment they'd been waiting for, the moment that would solidify their bond as a couple. And as they moved together, lost in the heat of the moment, they knew they would never be the same again.

"Hardin... I think I love you," Samara whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

Hardin smiled, his eyes glinting with a mixture of love and satisfaction. "I love you too, Samara," he replied, his voice just as soft and tender. "And I promise to never let you go."

Samara was gasping for breath as Hardin continued to kiss her, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He trailed his hand down her body, stopping at her breast. She moaned softly as he gently squeezed it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

As Hardin continued to explore her body, she felt his erection pressing against her, eager to be inside her. as he slipped inside her, she felt a sudden rush of relief, the initial pain replaced by a newfound sense of intimacy and connection.

Hardin's hand moved back to her breast, his fingers grazing her sensitive skin as he continued to thrust into her. She moaned softly, her body arching towards his with each movement. He was inside her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of completion and satisfaction wash over her.

As they continued, Samara felt a new sensation building within her, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. She clung to Hardin, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she surrendered to the ecstasy that was coursing through her.

Hardin's hand moved back to her breast, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin as he moved in sync with her. She moaned louder, her body trembling as the pleasure reached a crescendo. In that moment, she felt a newfound connection with Hardin, one that would only grow stronger as the night went on.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps