Page 126 of Wedlocked

Hissing, he reached between my legs, fingers tugging my sack before tracing along my taint and down to my hole. He paused for a second as if surprised, and our lips popped apart when I turned my face to the side.

He expected me to be prepped, for the glass plug he’d bought me to be nestled right there between my cheeks. It should have been. It was a routine of sorts. When we had dinner with his parents, I wore it because, the second we got home, I wanted him in me.

I couldn’t do it tonight, though. I’d looked at the pretty pink toy and then tucked it away, rejecting myself before he could reject me.

His hand left my body, making me feel deserted even though he was still on top of me. His fingers were gentle but firm when he pulled my face around. The high points of his cheeks were flushed, his lips shiny, and one of his lip rings was askew.

“You did well protecting yourself, baby,” he praised. “Can I prep you now?

Arsen slid off the bed, kicking his pants off the rest of the way, and went into the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with a bottle of lube and the pink plug. He tossed both on the bed and climbed between my legs.

I reached for him, but he shook his head. “Just lie there on the pillow, princess. Right now, this is all about you.”

He stretched out over me, skin to skin, slotting our cocks together and thrusting. His tongue flicked over my nipple, dampening the pebbled flesh and then sucking deep as his hipsground against mine. I arched up, gasping at the sensation as he rutted against me while working my nipple until my pec ached. Once it was swollen and hard, he moved to the other, reaching between us to take both our dicks in his hands, jerking them together as he feasted on my other pec.

I was squirming and breathing heavy when he pulled back, dragging his tongue over my sternum, the center of my abs, and then licking into my belly button. I arched into it, every nerve in my body on fire, nerve endings lighting up like fireworks.

There was a low sound, and I glanced down in time to see him fill the indent with his spit and then shove his tongue in to smear it around. I groaned, not realizing something so filthy could turn me on so bad, but here I was, writhing under him while he spit on my belly, back arching up and asking for more.

Using both fists, he pinned my lower body to the mattress and slid over my dick, going so deep my tip brushed the back of his throat. I moaned long and deep as he held me there, his throat squeezing around my head. He pulled back long enough to take a breath and then did it again, this time massaging my balls as he choked himself.

My eyes rolled back, and his lips dragged up my shaft, latching on to my swollen head and sucking. I strained, trying to push deeper, back into his throat, but he held me down and lifted his onyx eyes, staring up my body and piercing me in place.

I collapsed against the mattress, weak and already wrung out.

“Arsen,” I begged. “I need you.”

“You have me, baby,” he said, releasing my cock and pushing my thighs apart. “You have me forever.”

I gasped when he licked a stripe up my crack, slipping his arms under my thighs and lifting my lower body off the bed. He went at me like a starved man, licking until I was pliant and then sucking the ring of muscle until I was quivering. Only then didhe let me have his tongue, spearing the already relaxed area and slipping inside.

I moaned, the sound so lustful and loud it startled me. I slapped my hand over my mouth and moaned again, muffled this time.

Arsen lifted his head, looking at me with incredulity. “Do not hide those sounds from me, Matthew. They’re mine.”

I nodded but clamped my lips shut as I pulled my hand away. He went back to eating me like he was starved, and I started to whimper.

“Moan for me, Matthew. Moan for your husband,” Arsen demanded, tugging my rim wider with the tips of his fingers and then plunging his tongue inside.

I groaned long and loud, the orgasm hitting like a crack of lightning as I choked on pleasure from the burning stretch of his fingers accompanied by the velvet push of his tongue. My dick pulsed and spurted as I came, completely untouched. All the tension coiled in me from the day released all over my stomach and spattered my chest.

Arsen pulled his tongue away and replaced it with a finger, crooking it in the exact way I liked to prolong my orgasm by massaging my prostate.

I moaned again, another intense wave of ecstasy rolling over me and dripping over my tip.

“Good boy,” Arsen praised, gently withdrawing from my body and pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh before pulling away.

“Shit,” I swore. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

His smile was swift and wolflike. “You were too wound up. You needed it.”

“I need you.”

“And you’re getting me,” he said, reaching for the lube to coat his stiff dick. “I’m gonna bury myself deep in your belly.”He went on, adding some of the lube to me. “Breed this perfect hole.”

I whimpered, and his eyes flashed. “You like that, princess? You want me to breed you?”

“God yes, bear,” I begged, widening my legs and putting my feet flat on the bed.

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