Page 12 of Swamp Kings 2

“Because…” She wet her lips again, forcing her gaze up to his. “It just doesn’t.”

He rolled his hips with a groan, circling the ridge with his fingers till his balls thumped with thick lust. “It doesn’t?” he challenged silkily.

She shook her head, once again sucked into the x-rated show.

“Is your heartnotin your wet pussy, Mary?” he whispered.

“No,” she gasped, unable to move her eyes from his cock now.

“So, when Ifuckyour tight littlecunt,you don’t feel that all the way into your heart? Your blood? Your bones? Yourfuckingsoul, Mary? Because I do,” he shuddered, ready to fuck her to pieces now. “When I fuck you, I do it withallthat I am, Mary. When I shove my cock so fucking hard into your body, do you think it’s the bottom of yourpussyI’m desperate to reach? That it’s just mycockI’m jamming into you as far as I can? Don’t close youreyesnow, Mary. You wanted to talk aboutmarriage?Every time Ifuckyou, my cock is yours. And all that is attached to it,” he said thickly, his orgasm building into a low boil. “Everything… is attached Mary.”

She covered her face with both hands and the sight of her precious hysterics brought a hot jerk to his balls. “I’m sorry,” she gasped before dropping her hands in anguished surrender and running to him. He grunted in hunger when she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “I’m sorry, you’re right, you're right.”

“Am I?” he whispered.

She pulled back and grabbed his face, her hungry mouth sending his lust in every direction. “So right,” she gasped, climbing onto his lap and raising her dress.

Kult aided her valiant attempt to escape her fashion prison, finding a million buttons down the back, mocking their raging need. “Mary,” he gushed at the outrageous barrier.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed turning so he could reach them. “Please don’t rip it,” she begged, finding his cock with her tiny hand. “I do love it.”

“Mmm, fuck,” he seethed, fighting not to yank the dress open while she strangled hisdick.

“Just undo three,” she gasped.

Thank fuck. “Done,” he hurried, raising the endless fabric over her head only to find that three buttons weren’t quite enough. “Mary!”

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” she cried. “One more button!”

She pulled the dress back down and Kult undid two more to be sure. He raised it over her head and when it cleared, he tossed it, only to have her gasp as it dangled from her hair.

“Holy fucking hell,” he swore, working the silky strands from the fucking button then hurling the dress across the room.

He grabbed her face and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her while she stroked his cock in both her hands. “Put it in your fucking cunt,” he nearly barked, sliding both hands into her hair and gripping till she shrieked.

He broke the kiss to watch her lower onto his dick.

“Oh God, oh God,” she gasped, sucking in breath after breath. “How are you still too big?”

He pulled her mouth back to his, kissing her as he gave a vicious buck, finding the fucking bottom of her. “Tell me when I reach your heart and soul baby,” he breathed, bucking again.

Her shriek lit his darker fuses, bringing his hips lower onto the couch. He grabbed hold of her hips, locking his gaze on her face. “This is marriage class, baby,” he whispered, forcing her on his cock like a jack hammer, her sweet little tits jerking while her moans bled into screams.

Kult wrapped her body in his arms, holding her tightly to him as he caught his breath while petting her head. “I got you,” he whispered. “I got my sweet angel.” He leaned back enough to claim her mouth still flowing with his favorite music. “MyMary,” he croaked when she moaned and fought to touch him back. “All fucking mine. Say it.”

“All yours,” she gasped, stroking his face. “Every part, good and bad. Forever and ever andever.”

He gripped her thick hair in his fist, moaning at those words. “You ready baby?” he shuddered, slowly moving her on his cock again.

“Yes,” she gasped, clawing his scalp and neck. “Take us to heaven.”

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“I don’t want you to go to the classes if you don’t want to, but… doyou think it’s okay if I go alone?”

Kult paused his tracing along his favorite scars on Mary’s back. “Why?” he wondered, mostly curious with his adorable human puzzle.

“Well… I would like to learn about being a wife. And… the women are… well, they’re expecting me. I may have said we were going and… may have said you were happy to.”

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