Page 28 of Trapped

“One, two, three.”Click.

Thalia’s screams echo through the dark night. Her legs wrap tightly around my thighs, and her body shakes violently. Tears stream down her face as she cries out at the empty shot.

“Fuck, I must have not loaded all the cylinders,” I say with another shrug of my shoulder.

Anger flares in her big brown eyes. I only loaded the first one. I’m not stupid enough to keep any loaded guns within her reach. Fool me once, shame on me, but fool me twice, and I’ll fuck you like a savage in my family cemetery. She glares up from under me, nostrils flaring and lips pursed. Saliva shoots from her mouth and lands at the corner of mine. I drag my tongue up the side to taste her. A deep moan vibrates through my chest, and I push my erection into her.

“Does spit turn you on, diablita?” I squeeze her cheeks together. She slams into me in an effort to throw me off of her. I squeeze tight until the corners of her lips meet. I pull my cheeks together, gathering as much saliva as I can, then lean over and slowly let the liquid fall from my mouth to hers.

“Swallow it.” I hold her cheeks until I see her throat push down my spit, then release her.

“Fuck you, Silas.” Her eyes are still swollen and her chin trembles. She turns her head away from me, and I pull it back toward me.

“You will soon. Right now, though, you seem to be enjoying the company of Smith and Wesson.”

I return the gun to her pussy and let it slide in and out. She tenses and tries to deny the pleasure her body craves. After several more thrusts, she relaxes. I pick up the pace and rub my thumb around her sensitive bud. I listen to the moisture building.

Mmmm.

So fucking wet.

I pull out my soaked gun, and she clamps her knees together. I free her breasts and pinch her nipple, rolling the hardened brown peak between my index finger and thumb. Her lips part, and she pushes her chest into the touch.

“You’re going to cum on this cock, diablita.” I free myself from my briefs, and her eyes widen. Releasing her wrists, I hook her thighs under my arms and drag her across the grass. I slowly push in my crown, waiting for her to adjust to the size.

Her knees fall to her sides, and she grips the grass as I slide all the way in. Her pussy clenches around me as I stretch her.

“So fucking tight,” I growl.

Her head falls back, and she murmurs a curse as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Her hands move all over the place, grasping the grass, then her hair, before digging her nails into my ass. She meets every thrust with desperate whimpers.

“Look at you crying, like a slut for my cock.”

Her breathing accelerates as she gives herself over to the sensation. My dick grows at the sight of her coming undone. The way the devil has bent to my will makes me desperate tosurrender myself at her altar. Sacrifice everything and perform whatever absurd rituals she asks of me. Hunger rises in me as her pleasure-filled sounds fill the air. I angle her hips higher as I drive into her like a madman. Her breasts shake with the brutal force.

In and out.

Hard and fast.

Thrust after thrust.

“Say my name, Thalia.” My hand wraps around her throat and squeezes tightly. “Tell me who the fuck you belong to.” She bucks her hips, desperate to meet my cock slamming into her. Her face turns red as I squeeze her throat tighter.

One.

Two.

My fingers loosen, and her orgasm breaks through with a string of moans, meeting the air like a silent prayer. Her pussy clenches around me, and I slam into her with manic force. Her cum builds at my shaft, coating me with her pleasure. I bite down on my bottom lip and push in one last time as my cum shoots up inside her.

God fucking damn.

Her sweet cunt has me in another dimension. I can feel my dick pulsing inside her as my vision blurs around me. When I come back to reality, I feel her legs shake around me. I ask her one more time.

“Who the fuck do you belong to?” She looks away. Her defiance will not fly with me. My wife controls everyone and everything in her environment, but I will be the one to break her. I pull out of her and stand to my full height. I grab her by the arm and pull her up with me.

I hook the handcuff around her wrist, then cuff the other side around my own wrist.

“You are mine. Chained to me until death do us part.” I tug the cuffs and grab her hair. She winces as I lower myself to her eye level. “If you ever try to run away from me again, I will kill you, then fuck your corpse, before I dig your grave right here.”Not a threat, a promise.

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