Page 117 of The Unplanned Wedding

"Did you cut off my bra?" she gasps.

"Not only." I reach down and slip the blade of the scissor under the side of her panties. She flinches. I cut it off, then do the same to the other side. I slide the remnants of her underwear off her.

Another shiver grips her. I cup her cheek and press a kiss to her cheek. "Okay, baby?"

She nods.

"Good girl."

Her chest rises and falls. The air is thick with anticipation and lust. Her nipples are so tight, when I pinch one of them, she jolts.

"Oh, Sir. Please. Sir. Please," she whines.

"You don’t get to set the pace, you understand that?"

She stills, then nods slowly, "Yes, Sir. Whatever you want, Sir."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Sir."

"Who do your tits belong to?"

She swallows. "Only you, Sir."

I slide my hand down to cover the mound between her thighs. "Who owns your cunt."

"You, Sir," she whispers. "Only you."

"That’s right." I pinch her clit, and she cries out. I tweak it with enough force that her entire body jerks. Then release it and, before she’s able to recuperate, I bend and lick the swollen bud.

She whimpers. The sound is so erotic, it goes straight to my head. My cock extends, pre-cum trickling from the crown. I have to squeeze the base of my shaft to stop myself from coming.

I place the scissors back in the box.

I slide off the bed and proceed to peel off my T-shirt. Divesting myself off my shoes, socks, and jeans, along with my underwear, I grab the vibrator.

I look in her direction to find she’s calmed down. Her shoulders are relaxed, her eyelids heavy with lust as she takes in my nakedness.

When I switch on the vibrator a quiver grips her. I push one knee then the other into the space between her knees. When I touch the vibrator to her pussy, she cries out and arches her body. I raise it, then hold it to her clit again.

She writhes and moans and curses. "What are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask as I raise the vibrator.

She swallows, then shakes her head.

"Then stay still and take it. You know you can."

I touch the vibrator to the entrance of her slit and a long low moan emerges from her. Her legs tremble, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, she stays still, or as still as her quivering body allows her. I drag the vibrator up her pussy lips, and she huffs. And when I touch it again to her slit, she groans.

I slide the vibrator down to her melting entrance. I breach it, only to pull back, and she groans. "Oh Sir, please, please, please Sir." She pushesher pelvis up, chasing the head of the vibrator, and I allow myself a small smile.

"Hush now, behave yourself."

She draws in a sharp breath, then relaxes her body.

"Good girl."

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