Page 36 of Stained Protector

Everlasting Happiness

Our wedding was a dream many brides wished for. A neutral-themed fairy tale, majestic chandeliers illuminating the venue, and fresh flowers lining the walkway with a fragrant breeze. My wedding dress was white lace with accents of crimson, giving the expensive dress heightened exquisiteness.

It was an intimate event, but his family wasn’t there to witness one of the happiest days in their son’s life. But I believe they’re watching from heaven.

My sister came to the wedding and received a scolding in private from my parents for her selfish decision to run off with some man. She was my sister, but she wasn’t either. She had a new hairstyle, developed a taste for red wine, and couldn’t keep up with the reminiscing of old times at the table. Those were the obvious changes, but I knew in that instance that my gut was right.

Her presence, in all her replicated glory, was wrong. She left immediately after the wedding but said she would occasionally keep in contact directly or on social media.

She’s instantly forgotten once my husband, ringed and vowed, whisks me away to a gorgeous snowy honeymoon.

“What am I using, pretty baby?”

A feathery tip teases the sensitive bundle of nerves as he circles the calligraphy brush in shapeless patterns. I pout behind the black blindfold and mumble the answer. He rewards me with another wet stroke, pressing my clit with enough power to bend the soft bristles.

I gasp, hips raising off the mattress as they grind on the soaked brush. Tears prickle my eyes, dampening the fabric as my delicate senses pick up on everything he does to me. The way his breath caresses my swollen folds, the cool air biting my perky nipples, and the filthy praises he gives my pussy as if that’s his pretty baby.

I am, I huff grumpily.

His callused thumb spreads my folds and inhales loudly, a groan trickling in his throat as he presses a firm kiss on my twitching clit. Sticky juices drool on the silken sheet, wetting the tiny hole for the brush to draw circles on before pushing it inside.

It scrapes the rippling walls, sending tingling sparks to my quivering stomach as he swirls the brush to write his name with the sloshing juices.

Throwing my head back on the fluffed pillow, my toes dig into the sheet as he flattens his tongue on the puffy bud. He sucks, nibbling teasingly on it, and moans deeply as he angles the brush up to my spongy spot.

As pleasure surges over me and stars twinkle behind my eyes, my body writhes when the pressure in my stomach snaps. He yanks the brush out and curls two thick fingers into my drooling hole, gummy walls squelching so messily that my ears burn with embarrassment.

My pussy throbs, swallowing his fingers greedily as they fuck me with vigor and a promise to bully the spongy spot. With a harsh, timed press and a tight suck on my clit, my leaking hole squeezes his fingers as the sweet tension in my stomach shatters.

Soreness flares on my raised arms as I yank at the silk knot around my wrists, a devious play on his part when he gets to bend my body to his desire.

He ropes his arms around my thighs and buries his head deeper between them as he laps up the stringy slick. It’s hard to come down from the orgasm when he cleans my sodden folds with eagerness and hunger on his tongue.

I beg for mercy, twisting my hips away from him, but he nips at my clit as punishment. My thighs twitch with a new burn in my pussy, spreading the aftershock just under my skin that can’t be itched.

He laughs, jovially and mockingly, and parts his fingers inside my quivering walls before they leave. My pussy aches as the tight slit begs for something bigger and thicker to suck on.

His praise is a dulcet tune, truly one of the most beautiful sounds as he purrs his love into my ears. The silk unbinds my hands, and they fly around his neck while he carefully removes the blindfold.

He’s the frenzied devil fueling sinful impatience on my flushed face, but his hands are blessed with angelic caresses and passionate strength.

The heavy push of his cock swipes on my pussy, grinding maddeningly against the puffy folds and sending shivers up my shuddering thighs.

His baritone laughter weaves between my incoherent babbling and choked pleas. He tuts with disappointment sailing through hazy blue eyes, but my hips can’t stop rolling as my clit squishes on the pulsing vein of his fat cock.

It’s so big, reaching farther than my pussy can take as he stills my hips with a rigid hand to visually measure the size difference between us. A deliriously elated grin spreads on his handsome face as he snatches my wrist to wrap my fingers around his intimidating girth.

It’s hot, throbbing, and too thick. My fingers don’t meet, so I settle with rubbing the pulsing vein while waiting for his next command.

“Put it in, pretty,” he encourages as he gropes my ass and lifts for a better angle to slide in smoothly.

It doesn’t because the tip snags on the opening, and the stinging wrecks me. He looks at me with those reassuring eyes, filled with pride and lots of appreciation, and thunderous courage hushes the doubt in my heart.

Breathing in shakily, I brace the pinch of pain as the drooling tip spreads on my unused hole. My hips drop as a strain crumbles their leverage, sheathing in more than the tip. I thrash and pitifully whine for him to do something.

My eyes blur with ecstasy as I bury my face into the crook of his neck. He coos praise and swiftly snaps his hips, forcing my velvety walls to suck on the thick shaft. Strands of cum sully his cock as he pulls out to the tip and slams back inside without giving my pussy a moment to adjust from being fucked open so ruthlessly.

But it feels so good, the electrifying chills grazing on my skin.

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