Page 141 of The Sinner's Bargain

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

THORAN

I meant my promise.

I’d had every intention of fucking Naya the entire night until dawn, but common sense prevailed, reminding me I had the rest of my life to do that. Not day one after losing her virginity.

I just had to be patient.

Naya had no such thought when I woke to the throbbing ache of my cock buried in her hungry, little mouth. Her pale head bobbed on my morning erection, tongue swirling across the clear liquid coming from the head.

She sucked my cock like her next breath depended on it. She was focused and starving, and so fucking hot.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, threading my fingers into all that gorgeous, golden curls.

Blue eyes matching the span of heaven overhead. Her swollen lips wrapped around the head of my wet dick slid down the shaft. The motion with her unwavering eye contact nearly sent me over.

“Fuck! Get on your knees, Naya.”

She rose, breathtakingly beautiful with the morning sun kissing her naked tits and making her skin glow, but she didn’t turn over. She stayed on her knees. I would have found it amusing, but I was too busy rummaging in the drawer for a fresh condom. Once fully sheathed, I adjusted her. I flipped her over and planted her face down on the bed. Head facing the feet. Hands curled into the edges of the mattress, held there by mine as I positioned myself behind her and sank home.

Naya whined, body an uncomfortably tight fist gripping my cock. I had to rock into her, feeding her inch by inch until I hit the base and held there as she thrummed as if coursing with livewires. Her thighs quivered and her hips shuddered. My hands tightened over hers. Restraining her.

“Too much,” she rasped, panting.

“You thought that yesterday and you still came all over my fingers like such a good girl,” I reminded her, pulling back just enough to make her think I was going easy on her. I released her hands and reached one under her to press into her clit. Her breathing immediately changed, and I hid my smirk into her shoulder blade. “We have to be quick,” I told her, rolling her switch, and giving shallow thrusts. “We need to be at the courthouse soon.”

I pumped deeper. Faster.

Naya hissed through her teeth but doesn’t stop me. Her hips rose to meet mine and our bodies slapped in perfect rhythm.

“That’s it,” I urged, feeling her ripple down my cock. “For our real wedding, the one with you in an elaborate dress, surrounded by a million flowers, I’m going to fuck you like this all night. I’m going to fuck your pussy and your ass. In the morning, I’m going to make you get down on your knees in that pretty dress and suck my cock. I’m going to fill you with so much fucking cum, Naya. Then make you walk down the aisle to stand before man and God, with my cum running down your legs and on your breath and rubbed into your tits.”

“Oh my God, Thoran!”

Naya came, hips thrashing. I smirked as I grabbed them and slammed into her again and again, harder and harder until her sobs were screams barely muffled by the mattress.

I fisted her hair and yanked her face up.

“I want to hear you,” I snarled, driving into her harder. “I want the whole fucking house hear what I’m doing to you in here.”

She came again and I had to grit my teeth as she squeezed the shit out of my dick.

I tore out and slammed back in, and Naya wailed.

“I want you to remember this when you’re giving yourself to me in a few hours, Naya. This is your life now. I’m going to fuck you like this every fucking chance I get until you can’t walk right.”

I dug under her and fingered her clit. Rubbing it until she was violently shaking her head and cumming, dragging me with her this time.

I collapsed on her sweaty back, breathing hard into the back of her neck. My cock stayed semi hard still nestled in her cunt because that was where it belonged now. I even wiggled it back in when it started to slide out.

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