Page 98 of His Bride

“On your knees. I want to fuck your mouth like it’s nothing more than a sleeve for my cock.”

“You’re disgusting.” The need in her voice slides down my spine to my balls. She unravels from me, sliding down until she hits the earth. Her fingers shake as she undoes my belt and frees me. “So beautifully disgusting.”

She licks at the swollen head of my cock, and pure ecstasy spreads along my shaft. She sets the pagan beat in me that takes over. She makes the animalistic side want to break free and fuck her in the dirt and mud, spraying her face and ass with my cum.

I want her dripping, painted in me. I want her to beg. I want her mindless and my complete slave and I want her to fucking fight.

“Giana,” I say as she jerks me off, her tongue licking under the edge of my cock, along the slit and then back around and then she sucks on the head. It’s so good. Too good.

My balls climb, and pure pleasure burns hot down my spine to my cock’s tip, and I crane back my head, just letting myself go in that moment.

She sucks, licks, explores, tugs me. It’s glorious. Mind-blowing.

I grab her hair and pull her back. “Giana,” I say again, unscrambling my head and getting it back from that teetering edge of blowing my load. Don’t get me wrong; I love her mouth. But I want her cunt tonight.

“Giana,” I say for the third fucking time, “I might be disgusting, but you’re the one getting off on it.”

Her eyes narrow, but there’s heat there, and her nipples are hard, and she’s shaking.

I take off my jacket and toss it to her. “Put it on.”

“I’m not cold.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Because you disgust me.”

“Beautifully?” The moon’s bright enough, and my eyes have adjusted to the dark, so I can see her perfectly. The slight darkening of her skin as she blushes, the way she bites her lip. How she struggles to put on my jacket because she doesn’t want to let go of my cock completely to do it.

This woman is priceless. Even her stubbornness and brattiness that drive me fucking crazy are a turn-on.

“You look spectacular naked underneath my jacket. Hot. Mine.”

“Say that again.” Her gaze is etched on mine as she looks up while she slides her velvet tongue along my shaft.

“Mine,” I repeat. “All. Fucking. Mine. Suck me. No hands. All the way down to the back of your throat.”

Her hands fall away, and I weave my fingers through her hair at the back of her head, working her on my cock. Her sips and licks and sucks are beyond good, and being in that hot, wet place is divine. I could stay buried in her mouth forever.

She sucks harder, working herself up and down on my rod. She goes so deep she chokes. Her gag reflex works the end of me, and then she takes me deeper still, until her lips are against my skin and my balls slap her chin. Her gagging works at me like her cunt. And she drools perfectly, so messy, so hot.

She swallows me down, and I almost come.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I moan, grabbing her hair and pulling her off me. She goes to grab my cock, but I inch away, breathing heavily. “Just…just give me a fucking minute.”

I’m not ready to come yet. I want to drag it out, but this woman’s got me in a vise.

“Can't handle it?” Her voice is full of smug satisfaction as she sits back on her knees, the glint in her eyes matching the moonlight glistening off her skin. My jacket hangs loosely around her, deceptively innocent.

“You little…”

With a swift, fluid motion, she launches herself to her feet and sprints away. But despite her speed, I’m able to anticipate her movements, cutting off her escape as she rounds a corner.

Her breath comes in quick gasps as she tries to outmaneuver me, but I am one step ahead of her every time.

She attempts a double bluff, feigning left before darting right and slipping past my grasp. Swearing under my breath, I tuck myself back into my pants, not bothering with the zipper as I chase her down.

She’s good. I know I’m better.

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