Page 33 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

“Until I met you. You don't see my wealth or want my company secrets. I don't think you care for my sports cars or mansion. You only saw me,” he said, pushing his fingers past my knickers. “I saw a different breed of woman in you that I didn’t know existed.”

“Oh, Cyrus,” I sighed because he said the sweetest things to me at times.

“I never wanted children before I met you, but it was all I could think about when I fucked your sweet pussy and saw your blood on my dick,” he murmured as he pushed his thick fingers inside me. “You're mine, Angel. Every hole you have is mine, and Iwillfuck your asshole because your ass is mine too.”

I began to breathe rapidly as his dirty words infected me. The adverts stopped, but neither of us paid attention to the screen. I reached down and felt his hard length trapped behind his jeans. I could feel the thickness of his erect cock. It made me wish he wore trousers so I could feel him.

“But you're going to have to wait until we get home,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of me.

“I think we should skip the movie,” I said in the hope we could get back to business.

“No, baby. It's our first date,” he said with a chuckle.

I glared at him for throwing my words back at me while he looked up at the screen. I reluctantly turned to watch the movie.

Chapter 28

Cyrus

I watched her take off her dress and jewellery while I sat naked on the couch. Since she was pregnant, I could use the training plug I’d bought for her ass. I only had three days left to stretch her out. The width of my dick would mean I would need to take it easy with her, but I found it difficult to control myself when it came to Emilia.

When she walked towards me, my eyes took her in from head to toe. Her hips should be wide enough to accommodate our children. Like Emilia, my children would never leave my sight. I’d seen too much evil in the world to trust anyone with my family.

“Bend over my knees, Angel. It’s time to stretch your ass out,” I said as I patted my lap.

Her eyes went to the butt plug, and I saw her apprehension.

“It's a training plug.”

“Is that real gold?” she asked with a frown.

“It’s gold-plated. If I’d had more time I would have got a real gold one commissioned for you.”

She shook her head at me but moved over towards me. I helped her lean over until she was balanced on my lap. I got the lube and parted her ass, and squirted a generous amount directly onto her puckered little hole. My dick throbbed beneath her in excitement.

“You're going to ride my dick while your asshole is stuffed,” I said softly as I reached for the curved golden plug. I lubed it up before I brought it to her ass. “Keep your asshole relaxed, or it will be painful,” I warned her.

I scooped up the lube that had begun to run down her pussy before I pressed the plug against her wrinkled tight asshole. Her ring of muscles was rigid, but I continued to increase the pressure until she began to breathe in and out loudly. I smiled and rubbed her round globe of flesh.

“You can do this, Angel, just relax andlet me in,” I said and held my breath when I saw her hole begin to give way. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Let me into your slutty little ass.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” she began to chant as I eased the gold plug inside her.

“My good girl,” I crooned as her ass swallowed the rest of the plug.

I began to pull it out again, and I felt her body stiffen.

“Relax, or it’s going to hurt.”

When I felt her body loosen up again, I pulled it out and added more lube to it before I proceeded to push it in again.

“I need to loosen these muscles, baby. I don't want to hurt you when I fuck your tight little ass,” I said, stroking her ass cheek again.

It slid in a little easier this time. I held the base of it and began to move it in and out of her. My dick had leaked all over my thighs, but I couldn't give a damn because the sight of her unused asshole being violated was so fucking hot. After pushing it in and out of her a few more times, I left it inside her and leaned down to see her pussy was wet from either the lube or her arousal. There was only one way to find out.

I pushed two fingers inside her pussy.

“Oh, Cyrus,” she groaned.

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