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The tiny strums of his fingers on my pussy have me rocking into them. Desperate to be filled. I know if he only slides them inside me, I will combust. I will explode.
“More,” I beg. “More, Sir.”
“Manners, sweet girl.”
I whimper, saturated in desire. “Please.”
“Very good.” He slides two fingers inside me with such accuracy and care, I can’t withhold my groan of appreciation.
“What a lovely sound, little deer.”
A darkened world scattered in stars hit my vision. I love being pregnant. Everything is more intense. Higher. Lower. Louder. Sorer. Sweeter. Deeper. I rock on his fingers, fucking myself as he thrusts in and out in a harder, determined way.
I grip the pillow, receiving his thorough penetration in both holes in completely contradictory ways. The hard, deep thrusts in my arse have him growling while his fingers stay steady and gentle and everything I need. It’s hard to know where to focus, but I let him take me unabated—the wayheneeds.
“So wet. So tight. My young fiancé with her perfect pussy lips that love my tongue and cock and want to be played with all day long. So spoilt and greedy.”
I am.
I squeeze my eyes shut and take his fingers, his words, his cock—I am.
No more than two minutes later, I’m humping his hand, my pussy clinging to his thrusting fingers as I come apart, and I can’t relax… Can’t. God.Please.I can’t relax. I squeeze my arse around his cock, earning me a hiss from his lips.
“Christ,” he bites out but continues to puncture that special place through my orgasm, through my moans and my writhes, until he loses rhythm to our violent shudders.
Loses control to his dark need.
As I plunge into an abyss of pleasure, he reaches for the nape of my neck with one hand and grips hard so he can knock me up the bed with his drives. It happens fast.
Wave after wave of pleasure suffuses me, but I force my eyes open to watch him fall apart. It’s my favourite thing. My thing. Only mine.
He comes inside me, heat erupting around his cock. I am in heaven when he comes. He might be the devil, but his dark pleasures are everything I ever wanted.
He leans back, dropping his head between his shoulder blades, and groans through the last pulses, wringing his cock out inside my arse.
The warmth of his cum offers relief from the friction, the stillness allows me a moment of reprieve, and I catch my breath as he fights to control his.
“Very pretty,” he praises, lifting his head to look down at me through a heated blue gaze. “Even as I defile you, you’re always so pretty. My pretty little queen. Let’s clean you up.”
He edges from inside me, and I cry out.
He stops. “Easy.” Distracting me from the way his wet length slides from inside my arse, he leans down and gives me a searing kiss. Instantly, I release the pillow and grip his taut shoulders to accept his mouth and tongue.
A simple thing.
A kiss.
It’s everything.
And I get lost in it.
With his lips on mine, he lifts me from the mattress and walks with me into the shower, where he cleans every inch of me and spoils me a little more with his tongue.
In the dressing room, he prepares for the day, choosing a suit and tie, but watches me wander naked as I decide what to wear from the hundreds of outfits I have.
I pull out the white poplin dress Aurora chose for me months ago and touch the lace on the sleeves. My mother used to make things from old pieces of lace.
She would stitch dreamcatchers and tapestries. Once, when I was very little, I wanted to be a cat, like all children play at, and she made me lace glove-like paws. She then left me to play as a cat and drink milk, and I didn’t see her for several hours… It is hard, even when I reach for the memories, they always end in her leaving.
