Chapter 535: 535. She Bought A Slutty Swimsuit Just For Me!**

He reached out, his large, warm hand cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at his towering frame.

"And all this time, you’ve been playing the part of the perfect, virtuous wife," he continued, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, which was still slightly swollen from his cock. "You’ve sat at dinner with Cassius, acting all holy and pure, while underneath those heavy robes, you were dreaming of this."

"Dreaming of being stripped bare and used." Rex grinned. "You never showed a single inch of this slutty skin to your husband, did you?"

"You kept it all hidden, a secret rot growing inside you, just waiting for me to come and dig it out."

Amelia let out a shaky, broken breath, her knees feeling weak under the weight of his words. The shame was there, sharp and stinging, but it was eclipsed by a soaring, ecstatic pride.

He had seen her. He had seen the real her, the part she had buried under layers of tradition and duty.

"Yes..." she whispered, her eyes searching his, her voice trembling with a mixture of submission and hunger. "Yes, Rex..."

"It’s all for you... The robes, the prayers, the lies... they were all just a veil."

"This... this is the truth... This is who I am when the lights go out."

Rex’s eyes darkened, the mockery in his gaze hardening into a command that brooked no hesitation. He didn’t want her just standing there looking pretty; he wanted her broken, unraveled, and completely subservient to his will.

"Then prove it," Rex growled, his voice dropping to a commanding, authoritative rumble. "Get down on the floor."

"Squat low, Amelia. Spread those fucking legs wide and stick that soaking, pathetic pussy out for me to see." Rex licks his lips. "I want to see exactly how much you’ve been leaking since we left the living room."

Amelia didn’t hesitate. Driven by a desperate need to please him, she sank to the floor, her knees hitting the plush rug.

She moved into a deep, wide squat, her thighs trembling as she spread her legs as far as they would go. The tiny strip of silk was pushed aside, revealing her swollen, glistening slit, which was already weeping with a heavy, translucent flow of arousal.

"And from now on," Rex added, looming over her like a dark deity, "you don’t pray to that silent, distant goddess anymore." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"You also don’t call me Rex because from now on... you can only call me Master." Rex grinned. "You will worship me with the same fervor you gave to your litanies, but you will do it better."

"You will worship the man who actually gives you what you crave." Rex crossed his arms. "Do you understand?"

"Yes... Master," Amelia gasped, her voice a ragged, breathless moan. "I worship you... better than her... oh gods, so much better..."

"Don’t just tell me," Rex commanded, his hand reaching down to grip her chin. "Beg for it!"

"Beg to use those lewd, slutty tits of yours, and fucking beg to serve me with them."

Amelia’s eyes welled with tears of pure, unadulterated lust. She leaned forward, her forehead almost touching the floor, her voice trembling with a desperate, pathetic need.

"Please, Master!" she sobbed, her hands clutching at her own thighs. "Please... let me use them for you!"

"Let me use my slutty tits to please you!"

"They’re so heavy, so full... they’re just waiting for your cock!" Amelia said it with full devotion. "Please, Master, let me serve you!"

Rex let out a triumphant, dark laugh. He reached down, his large, powerful hands seizing both of her heavy, aching breasts.

He squeezed them hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, forcing them upward and together. He guided his massive, throbbing cock into the deep, sweaty valley created between her cleavage.

"Hahhn~! Nahhn~!"

"That’s it," he grunted, his hips beginning to thrust rhythmically, sliding his length up and down the skin of her breasts. "Show me how much you want it."

Amelia’s mind was gone, replaced by a singular, carnal purpose. She leaned forward, her face hovering just inches from her own chest.

As Rex’s cock slid between her tits, she began to spit.

PTUI! PTUI!

She spat thick, viscous ropes of saliva onto her own breasts and directly onto the head of his cock, her mouth working frantically to create a slick, wet lubricant.

"SLURP! PTUI! SCHLOP!"

She used her hands to smear the spit, coating her tits and his shaft in a glistening, messy layer of moisture. The sound of his cock sliding against her wet, spit-covered skin was a loud, rhythmic squelch, squelch, squelch that filled the room.

"Oh wow. You actually impress me with that spit because it makes fucking your fat boobs that much easier!" Rex laughed.

"Yes, Master! Use them! Use my tits!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back as she watched the friction of his dark skin against her pale, wet flesh. "Slick them with my spit!"

"Make them slide! Make me your slutty, worshipful toy!"

Rex groaned, the sensation of her warm, wet breasts squeezing his cock, combined with the frantic, desperate way she was lubricating him with her own saliva, driving him toward the edge of madness. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was consuming her entire existence.

Rex’s patience for the slow, teasing rhythm evaporated, replaced by a sudden, violent surge of masculine hunger. He wanted to claim her, to mark her, and to erupt within her most intimate spaces as quickly as possible.

"Faster, you little slut!" Rex roared, his voice thick with the approaching storm of his climax.

He began to pump his hips with a brutal, punishing speed. The sound in the room changed from a slow squelch to a rapid fire, wet slapping as his massive cock hammered into the valley of her breasts.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He was fucking her tits with a ferocity that made Amelia’s entire upper body shudder and bounce. The spit she had worked so hard to apply acted as a perfect, slippery lubricant, allowing his heavy shaft to slide up and down her cleavage with terrifying velocity.

"Keep that smile on your face!" Rex commanded, his teeth bared in a primal grin as he looked down at her. "Don’t you dare look pained!"

"Show me how much you love being my fucking toy! Smile for your Master!"

Amelia obeyed with a frantic, desperate devotion. "S-Sorry..."

Despite the sheer force of his thrusts making her chest ache and her breath hitch, she forced her lips into a wide, trembling, and utterly deranged smile. Her eyes were wide, shining with a manic, lustful light, her face flushed a deep, bruised crimson.

She was a woman possessed, a priestess who had found her true religion in the friction of a man’s cock against her skin.

"Is it good, Master?" she gasped out between the rapid-fire thrusts, her voice a high-pitched, breathless trill. She leaned into the friction, her tits squeezing his cock even tighter with every movement. "Do you enjoy it?"

"Do you like how my tits feel around you? Please tell me! Tell me you love your slutty priestess!"

Rex let out a guttural, animalistic grunt. He was floored by her.

Most women would have been begging for him to stop or crying out in overwhelmed shock, but she was performing. She was actively participating in her own degradation, turning her very pleasure into a tool to drive him harder.

"Oh my fucking lust, you learn so fucking fast!" Rex growled, his muscles rippling and tensing as he felt the pressure in his loins reach a breaking point. "You’re a natural, Amelia!"

"A goddamn natural!"

His thrusts became frantic, almost uncoordinated, as he reached the precipice. His entire body went rigid, his toes curling into the rug, and his breath hitched in a long, ragged groan that sounded like a roar.

"HERE! TAKE IT ALL!"

With a violent, explosive heave of his hips, Rex erupted. A massive, torrential flood of thick, hot semen blasted out of him, hitting the center of her cleavage with the force of a physical blow. The load was so immense, so voluminous, that it didn’t just coat her; it filled the entire valley between her breasts.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT~!

The white, creamy liquid piled up so high and so thick that it formed a literal, pulsating bridge of cum connecting her left breast to her right. It sat there for a moment, a glistening, steaming monument to his virility, before the sheer weight of it caused it to overflow.

"Hahh... ahhhnn... it’s dripping..."

The thick, heavy strands began to drip slowly, lazily, down the curves of her tits, trailing through the spit and the sweat, before finally splashing onto the floor in heavy, rhythmic splats.

Amelia stared down at the mess, her eyes wide and glazed, her chest heaving as she looked at the white bridge of his seed spanning her breasts. She let out a long, shaky moan of pure, unadulterated triumph.

"Master..." she whispered, her voice trembling with a holy sort of madness. "It’s so much... it’s so beautiful..."

"That felt good... you’re a very comfortable cum-toilet," Rex laughed. "I’ll give you that."

"Now... on the bed."