Page 14 of Darling Bride

“Ride my cock, darling,” he breathes.

The cuffs are unhooked so fast I miss it. I yelp as he flips, taking me with him. My knees hit the bed and he’s stretched out between them. His cock still buried to the hilt inside. The anglebrings it deep, sending a twinge of pain through my stomach when I move. Sometimes I have trouble with this position because it forces me to take every inch.

He sees it on my face. Rough, gentle hands grip my hips. Rocking me back and forth, caressing me until I relax enough that it doesn’t hurt anymore.

My eyes flutter shut. He’s the sweetest pressure. The gentlest hands.

“Look at me,” he says.

He’s propped up halfway against the pillows and headboard. His hair is damp, brushed back. His eyes are alive, his lids heavy with desire. I know my husband, he’s all tripped up over himself. Just from looking at me. Not even his harshness when he’s being my Dom can conceal it.

“Ride me, darling,” he says again.

I obey. His cock moves between my thighs, so satisfying. This goes beyond the physical closeness of our bodies. I spread my palms, pressing them to his chest and stomach. His warmth, the hard muscles of his body, get my blood flowing. The pleasure is so visceral I want to sink my teeth in it. Drink it up. Rub it all over my skin.

The hem of my slip is wet. The bodice hangs loose, my breasts exposed. He’s got his big, rough hands on my waist. Knotted up in the silk.

Fucking up into me as I ride him hard.

The bed hits the wall. We both pant, delirious. I think we planned on going for longer tonight. But when I straddled him, that thought vanished.

Now there’s nothing but hot, visceral desire racing towards satisfaction.

My clit grinds against his groin. His cock hits all the most perfect points. It always has, like it was made for me. His eyesare glued to me, lips parted. He slips one hand between my thighs, his fingertips grazing where we’re joined.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans.

His thumb slides over my clit and pleasure ripples through me, making my eyes roll back. I’m so close. I just need a little push and I’ll tumble over the edge. My hips roll, he pinches my clit and works it gently between his calloused fingers.

Then he makes his cock twitch inside, knowing what it does to me, and I fall apart.

Shaking. Nails piercing his chest.

Pleasure hits me so hard I can’t breathe. My pussy grips him, dripping between us. His hand is on my breast, he’s propped up on the heel of his other hand. His hips move, fucking into me as I pulse around his length. Vaguely, I hear myself whimpering.

He groans, surging forward. His mouth grazes my neck, free hand gripping my throat hard enough I gasp. His abdomen goes hard and his jaw twitches as he grits his teeth.

“Fuck,” he says. “Take my cum, you pretty whore. Gonna fill up that beautiful pussy.”

Fuck. My spine bends, my hips grinding down against his groin. He groans from behind his gritted teeth. Warmth blossoms, I swear I feel it. His hips stutter, fucking erratically as pleasure sweeps through his body.

I slump against his chest and he holds me near, breath hard in my hair.

“Goddamn,” he says.

I’m warm and ready for sleep. He eases me up and off his cock, still hard and soaked with our arousal. Limply, I fall back against the pillows. When I come that intensely it’s like a warm blanket on a cold night. Every muscle in my body turns to water and all I can do is lay there and watch the ceiling spin.

His mouth grazes my shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up, darling.”

CHAPTER FOUR

WESTIN

She’s on her back, one knee cocked, when I return from the bathroom. I use a warm washcloth to wipe her thighs. Gently, I part them to reveal her used pussy. Flushed pink, dripping with my cum. Leaning in, I press a kiss to her clit. She wriggles, smiling.

“How’d I get such a pretty wife?” I ask hoarsely.

She smiles, her nose scrunching. “You don’t want to hear my answer for that.”

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