Page 139 of Mob Bride

He dips his head and kisses my cheek. Then he lifts me and lays me on the bed. He unlocks the handcuffs and moves my arms around, rubbing them to get the circulation back into them. He’s slow—watching me like a hawk—as he brings my arms back up over my head. He leans forward and kisses the bare skin above my pussy. I just got waxed a couple days ago. I’m glad I did.

He flicks the clamp with his tongue, making it vibrate. It sends a shot of need through me that makes my pussy clench. Fuck. I need to get off. I watch as he attaches a set of handcuffs to each ankle before pushing my legs as far apart as I can. The pressure on my ass as it shifts on the comforter steals my breath. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through it. He grabs the broom and slides it through the empty manacle on each set. It’s an improvised spreader to keep my legs apart.

He rips open the dildo package and inspects it. He looks around and spots the foaming toy cleaner that came in the same package as the lube. He’s in no hurry as he goes to the bathroom and washes the toy. I love watching him walking away, but it’s even better when he’s walking back. He’s impossibly hard, and I have an overwhelming desire to suck him off. I want to feel theweight of his cock on my tongue. I open my mouth, turning my head toward him as he approaches.

He cups my head with his right hand as his left angles his dick into my mouth. He presses my head forward as he rocks his hips. The pressure is light on my head, just a reminder. But I want more than that. I let go of the headboard I’d grasped and wrap my hands around his chiseled ass. I push, wanting his dick deeper. He draws back and thrusts hard, making me choke, but I don’t ease the insistence I show as my hands tighten around his taut ass.

“I’m going to come down your throat just so I can last through all the things I’m still going to do. It’s the only way I’ll have some restraint, or I’ll fuck you to get off rather than spoil my wife. You are too fucking tempting, little one.”

I suck harder, trying to relax enough to swallow him. I’ve only managed that with a guy once or twice. It’ll take some practice since Shane has way more to offer than any guy in my past. I watch him grab the headboard to prop himself up as his other hand holds my head in place. He thrusts hard one more time, forcing me to fight my gag reflex. Then I taste him. I choke on his cum, and he pulls out, helping me sit up.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I think I’m supposed to be saying thank you,cailín.”

“Thank you for letting me have a moment of control and changing your plans. Thank you for letting me do something for you. You could have put my pleasure first and refused me. You could have put your desire for control first and refused me. I needed this.”

He cups my face and brings ours close together. “I will always give you what you need. I love you. I’ll endeavor to give you everything you want, but that I can’t promise.”

“I know, Shane. I’m a simple girl. All I need is a roof over my head, some food to eat and clothes to wear, and your cock in my cunt every day.” I grin.

I lie back against the pillow. He squeezes my right breast before swirling his tongue around the clamp. He tightens each, and I arch my back off the bed. Fuck me. Those fucking hurt. He watches, making sure I’m still all right. I nod. Without preamble, he thrusts three fingers into me. I know he sees how wet I am even though it’s been several minutes since he touched me to arouse me. But sucking him off, and him holding my head in place was arousing as fuck.

He works my cunt until I’m sloppy, and the dildo slides in easily. My sister made an excellent choice. Ten inches for the win, even if it’s still not as good as Shane. He works my pussy with it, drawing me closer to the edge. I want to squeeze my legs shut, trapping his hand and the dildo in place, so I can come. But the makeshift spreader doesn’t allow it when he presses his elbow on it to keep it in place.

“Daddy, please. I need to come.”

He pulls the dildo out and slaps my pussy.

“No.”

We go around and around until I’m thrashing. My entire body burns with the need to get off. Well, my ass burns from the spanking, but the rest of me burns from needing to feel him inside me.

“Daddy, I need to come. I need to feel you inside me. Please, Shane.”

He watches me for a moment before he nods.

“Roll over.”

He helps me get on my hands and knees, then removes the ankle cuffs and puts the broom aside.

“We don’t have any plugs to stretch you. Can you take it if we don’t?”

“Yes.”

He dribbles lube into my ass and over his cock. He’s gentle as he eases into me, giving me a chance to adjust. But once he’s inside me, he grabs the dildo. Fuck. He’s going to DP me with it.

“Can you do this?”

“Yes.” Eager much?

He slides the dildo into my cunt and holds it in place as his other hand removes the clamps from my nipples and clit. Then he’s thrusting his dick and the dildo, and I’m hanging on for dear life. The sensations are building too fast. The blood rushing back into my nipples and clit, my sore ass that’s too full of him, and my aching pussy. All of it makes me lightheaded. I close my eyes to breathe through it, but that only makes it worse. I need something to fix my attention on. I look at the pillow, but my arms shake. Dots dance around the edges of my vision. I wheeze as I draw in air.

“Digon.”

I fear he can’t hear me, but everything immediately stops. He pulls the dildo from me, but he’s so careful as he pulls out. Then I’m in his arms, and he’s cradling me against him.

“Carrie, what’s wrong? What hurts? What’s wrong?”

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