Page 88 of Wrong Pawn. Right Capo.

“You want my thick cock inside your tight pussy?”

She doesn’t respond, and I swipe her across her thighs, pumping the dildo much faster now.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Master. I want your thick cock inside my tight pussy!” she cries, her chest heaving from holding everything in.

Damn, how I fucking enjoy this. Seeing her bound, soaked, desperate, begging, and knowing that I’m the only one who could give her what she’s asking for.

“Patience, little one.”

The dildo is drenched when I take it out and set it aside. Falling to my knees between her thighs, I take in the sight of her bare pussy—red and swollen—before placing a rough kiss on it.

She jerks yet again, and in a split second, my mouth completely dominates her, latching onto her pretty cunt. I lap at her wetness, eating her out like a starved animal until she’s writhing beneath me.

“I give you permission to scream as you like.” My voice is drowned out amidst my greedy slurping, but she hears.

She finally unleashes a shattered, throat-tearing cry as I plunge two fingers inside her, pumping and sucking with a brutal stroke.

“Fuuuuck!” she screams. The sound is a half-moan, half-cry that makes me fist my dick, stroking in tandem with my fingers buried deep inside her, until I’m about to release.

“Master, I’m going to—”

“I know, baby.”

She screams and finally unravels, her juices coating my fingers, just as I climax with an unhinged groan of my own.

Her body is still vibrating when I stand, fisting my thick, throbbing length. She looks completely spent, but I know her body can take more. I lean down, hearing her breath hitch as I whisper thickly.

“I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you until you’re crying my name and soaking this entire chair with my cum.”

She’s too tired to respond, but I smile when she subtly adjusts her hips for me. I can feel the strain of these orgasms back to back on my wounds but I don’t give a shit. There is no better medicine for me right now than my woman’s sweet juices drenching my hands and cock while I take what’s finally mine.

Holding her gaze, I slide in—gently at first—then increase my pace, smirking when her face contorts into one of pleasure.

I grab her tits, kneading the soft flesh as they bounce with every thrust and enjoying the way her walls clench greedily around me like I shouldn’t dare pull out.

“Look at you,” I growl, “taking every inch like you were made for this cock.”

“Master—” Her nails dig into the arm of the chair, her back arching.

“That’s it. Let me hear that pretty voice break for me.”

I continue to slam into her, the slapping sound of my balls against her thighs filling the room. Then, with a loud cry, she lets go, her climax—the third one—crashing through her, her pussy clenching around me in violent spasms. Almost immediately, I chase mine, spilling ropes of my cum deep inside her with a guttural groan of her name.

For a long moment, neither of us moves, listening to the sound of our ragged breathing. As the fog of pleasure begins to lift, I untie her hands and gather her up against my chest. After placing her gently on the bed, I slide in right beside her, pulling her tight against me.

“That was…”

“Everything…” she completes for me, a tired smile on her face. I think she’ll drift off to sleep when…

“Tell me about your family… your mother,” she whispers so softly that I almost mistake it for a sigh at first.

Exhaling deeply, I pull her tighter, my mind spinning on where to start from.

She rubs a gentle circle on my stomach, the movement sending my heart pounding. When I finally ease into the memory, I kiss her forehead and start.

“…She was the light of the family.”