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“That’s it, dirty girl. Take that cock, Bambola. I need that cock nice and wet before I fuck your virgin pussy.”
I whimper as tears prick my eyes. He drives his cock so far inside my mouth it makes my toes curl. Dante fucks my face, and I feel the wetness of my arousal dripping down my legs. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, all thanks to my captor.
Grabbing my hair at the base, Dante pulls me back, a trail of spit connecting my mouth to the tip of his cock. He wipes off my face with his finger and then sucks it off.
“As much as I want to come down your throat, we need to consummate this marriage.”
I slide onto the bed and shimmy all the way up. I lay back with my head on the pillow. Dante chucks his pants away and crawls up the bed. Then he takes what’s left of my dress and throws that away, too.
“Open,” he says, nodding to my legs.
I part my legs, feeling a zing of pleasure hit me as he looks at me. He seems so aroused by my body. He licks his lips and rubs his chin with his tattooed hand. It’s so erotic, and I can’t help but shiver. He looks like he’s planning what he will do to me. Every second that passes with no one making a move makes me ache. My hips start moving on their own accord.
“I knew it,” he says with a grin.
“Knew what?” I mewl, gripping the sheets and silently begging him to fuck me already.
He bends over, leaning over me with one hand on the side of my head and the other around my throat.
“I knew that behind that attitude and fire, there was a dirty little slut. I wonder if it’s your needy pussy that feeds the fire or if it’s something else. Either way, I’m glad I draw it from you.” His voice is teasing. He’s delighted with his observation.
To be honest, his guess is as good as mine. From holding the gun while he went down on me. Or if it’s the security, making me feel safe, which is ironic, considering who he is and why I’m here. I saw the butter knife glinting in the moonlight, reminding me of what I almost did. The knife gave me security, and yet just thinking about using it on him makes my stomach crawl.
Dante is kneeling between my spread legs, and I slowly drag my leg up his thigh, his abs, and his chest. He sits up straight and grabs my ankle, turning his head to give it a kiss and a nip.
My chest is heaving. The air is heavy with lust. The sexual tension is thick, leading every move to look like it’s in slow motion. From Dante grabbing my other leg and placing it on his shoulder to the way he leans down, his cock pressing against my opening.
“I’m going to make this quick, wife. It’ll hurt for a second, but after that, I’ll fuck you wild, and you’ll forget about the pain.”
I nod, and with his hands wrapped around each of my thighs, he slams inside me.
“Fuck!” I shout, my back bowing as a sharp pain radiates from my pussy. He splits me open with his giant cock. I wiggle, trying to get away, but he keeps me still. He’s planted deep inside me, and he’s cooing.
“Shh, Bambola. Just let it settle.”
I stop moving and close my eyes, taking in the sensation. He begins to rock, and the pain slowly ebbs into pleasure.
“Mmm,” I moan softly.
“That’s it,” Dante grunts.
My legs part, and he leans down so we're chest to chest. With one hand on my tit and the other in my hair, he starts thrusting slowly in and out of me. The tip of his cock drags against my pussy walls.
“See. It’s not so bad now, is it?”
I shake my head and open my eyes to see the dark eyes of my new husband peering back at me. His hips rock, and so do mine. I reach for his hand on my chest, brushing my fingers over the knuckles, the only part of his hand that isn’t covered in ink.
“I’m going to put something special there, Bambola,” he says.
“What?” I grunt as he thrusts again, this time a little harder.
“I’m going to tattoo your name on me.”
My eyes widen.
“Is that wise? Is my name going to fit?”
Dante chuckles. “Yes, of course, it will fit. Wife.”
