Page 17 of His Bride

“Are you ready for me,mo ghrá?”

“Yesss,” I hiss as his cock hits my clit just right.

“Good girl,” he praises me, and I love it. He leans back and guides his cock into my opening. He goes so far, then stops. My body stretches to accommodate his size.

“This might hurt, but just this once,” he promises. I nod, but he still doesn’t move. Unable to wait, I drive my hips down, impaling myself on him. The pierce of pain is fleeting. “Fuck, baby. I was trying to give you time.” He pulls out of me just a little and looks down between us. “Look at that virgin blood made pink by your fucking cream. You’re mine now, Matilde. No other man will ever see you like this; spread eagle, taking cock.” He flexes his hips, making my pussy contact. “My fucking cock.”

“Ugh. Shut up,” I groan. “I don’t need time. Move, please. I need more. I need you to fix it.”

“Fix what, baby?”

“The ache. Fix the ache,” I demand. He grins and begins to move. He pulls all the way out of me and slams back in. Over and over, he drives into me. The second my eyes close, he stops moving. “What? Why?” I open my eyes and find him staring down at me.

“You will look at me when I make you come on my cock. Look at the monster who’s making you scream like that.” Am I screaming? I don’t even know. I feel my pussy clench around him. He groans. “Fuck, baby. Do that again. Squeeze my cock.” I do it, and he starts to move. I don’t take my eyes off him; my fingernails dig into his back as I hold onto him.

“Shit,” I cry out as I feel my orgasm rising. I start moving my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust the closer I get. My pussy is clenching constantly. I know nothing has ever felt so good.

“That’s it. Come for me, wife. Give me that pussy juice.” Fuck. That’s all it takes to set me off like a geyser.

“Fuck! Matilde!” he shouts as I feel him come inside of me. He waits a few seconds after his cock stops throbbing inside of me before pulling out. He collapses beside me. Then he pulls me closer to him and drops sweet kisses on my shoulder.

I feel oddly complete and yet incomplete at the same time.

Is it crazy that I wish he’d kissed me on the lips, even though I told him I didn’t want that?

NINE

DORIAN

I jerkawake when I feel something warm and wet wrapped around my insanely hard cock. It’s dark out now, but the clock tells me it’s only ten-thirty. I still have all night with her. I thought that by claiming her, my body would calm the fuck down but if anything I’m more insatiable for her than I was before I had her. I look down my chest and find her head bobbing, her mouth wrapped around my cock. She takes me to the back of her throat and moans. That’s when I notice she’s fingering her little pussy like a fiend. She’s getting off while sucking my cock. Fuck, I knew she was made for me. My hand reaches for her and tangles in her hair. She moans around me again. Not that she needs my help, but I use her hair to guide her mouth up and down my dick. Her drool is pooling on my balls and the slurpy sounds she’s making turn me on even more. I lose myself in her hot mouth until I feel myself about to come.

“Matilde?” I groan. Nothing but her cunt has ever felt so amazing to me. It’s just her. She’s amazing and she’s all mine.

“What?” she asks, pulling her mouth free of me.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say, reaching for her.

“I know that I don’t have to do this, but I want to show you that I’ll be a good wife to you, besides if this a joke of some kind I want to come away from this with some skills.” The mere thought of her using the skills I’m teaching her or will ever teach her on another man has me seeing red and itching to kill someone. The fact that she thinks my love and psychotic level of obsession for her is a joke makes me sick. Who hurt this beauty? I’ll fucking kill them.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask sitting up, my back to the headboard. She scrambles up as well. She’s on her knees between my legs. My hard cock is still hard, against my stomach now. Her pale skin is covered in my teeth marks and where I sucked bruises into her skin. Her lips are swollen from sucking my cock. Her hair is totally fucked, sticking up all over the place. She looks like she’s been fucked and my prides swells knowing that I did this to her.

“I think this might be a joke,” she says looking down. “Like you’re just pretending you want me for some reason.”

“Who would do that?” I ask. I use my index finger to lift her chin up so that she’s looking at me.

“You’d be surprised.”

“I’m not a fucking child, Matilde. I’m a grown ass man. You’re my wife and nothing can ever change that.”

“Divorce can change that,” she whispers. I shake my head and lift her so that she’s sitting in my lap. My hand goes around her throat. She moans as her swollen pussy hits my cock.

“I don’t believe in divorce and neither do you,” I remind her.

“How do you know that?” I drop my hand down her body until I reach her pussy. I can feel how wet she is without dipping inside.

“I just do.” My lips drag down her neck to take her nipple into my mouth. I continue to tease her pussy lips with the tips of my fingers.

“Dorian,” she says, throwing her head back. Her long brown hair grazes the tops of my thighs.

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