Page 10 of Darling Bride

“You sit on it for a minute, darling,” I order.

She hesitates before gripping the edge of the table. Then she wriggles back and I guide my cock to her opening.

“Easy there,” I murmur. “Take it nice and slow.”

She presses back just as I ask. Wet heat wraps around the head of my cock. Tight, soft as velvet. It slips down and she moans, letting me know just how good it feels for her to be filled up.

“Hold on there,” I say, when I’m halfway in. “Don’t move until I give permission. Elbows on the table.”

She groans, hips flexing. But she obeys. I reach over her head and take up my whiskey glass. Her pussy tightens, working the top half of my cock.

“None of that,” I say, spanking her thigh. “You be good, hold still.”

“Please,” she gasps. “Just put it in, I want to feel you all the way.”

I run my fingers down her back. Following the elegant curve of her spine. “No, be patient.”

She sinks down over the table. Her head lolls to the side, her cheek against the wood. My cock is so hard it’s aching. But I’ve had plenty of practice denying myself when we play together.I can keep my hips still and watch her suffer, her poor pussy aching for me to thrust in.

It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and suffering that keeps me rock hard.

I sip the whiskey and play with the tips of her hair. “Can you tell me what you liked best since our last check in?”

“Do you mean sex?” Her voice is low, raspy.

I grip her soft hip, squeezing it to see if she’ll move. She stays still, like such a good girl. “Let’s stick to sex for now.”

She’s quiet and I know she’s feeling self conscious. Her hip quivers and I release it, moving my touch around to her clit. The sound that comes out of her mouth is desperate.

“Talk to me, darling,” I order.

She shudders, but doesn’t move from my touch. Her clit is swollen, wet from her cunt. Using my ring and pointer fingers, I circle the hood a few times and swipe my middle back and forth.

“On Saturday,” she gasps, “you fucked me and put the plug in.”

My cock jerks inside her, blood pulsing through it. She moans, a tremor moving through her hips.

“Where did I fuck you?” I press.

“In my ass, sir,” she whispers. “I like when you keep your cum inside me like that.”

Roughly, I tug the other strap of her slip down. Her full, teardrop breasts fall free and I rub my palms over her nipples. Letting the soft, pink peaks get harder under my touch. They got a lot bigger from her pregnancies, and I don’t have a word of complaint.

My hips start moving, not fucking her yet. Just reminded her I can tease her all night if that’s what I want.

She grips the edge of the table. “Sir, please.”

“I didn’t ask you to beg,” I say hoarsely. “I asked you to take it and sit still.”

She swallows, her jaw flexing as she grits her teeth. I run my hand up her throat and hook the side of her lip. Pushing two fingers into her soft mouth. Swearing under my breath as her hot tongue curls around them.

“Suck, you pretty slut,” I order.

I push a third finger in, filling her mouth until she can’t shut it. Then, holding her hips with the other hand, I thrust all the way into her cunt.

Her body jerks. A cry bursts out around my fingers. I run my hand from her hip to her lower belly and press in. Thrusting up at the same time so I can feel myself move inside her body.

“Goddamn, you’ve got a tight little pussy,” I grit out.

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