Page 122 of Deacon

That changes tonight.

My blood pounds. Feral need surges through my veins, making me so hard, it aches. My cock needs to be inside her, to feel her give in under me. I’m breathing hard, my fingers still circling the plug in her asshole. I want to be in her ass, but Ineedto be in her pussy.

I slide my wet fingers up her back and wrap her braid around my fist. It stabilizes her so I can unzip my pants and unleash my cock. I groan, the relief enormous.

“You gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?” I murmur.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Please.”

My eyes are glued to the plug glittering in her asshole. Below it, her pussy is soaked, swollen. Shifting my hips, I get closer. The flushed head of my cock touches her entrance.

God, she’s like heaven. Hot, tight, inviting.

She bucks, but I keep her pinned. She’s not going anywhere until this is done. I shift my hips in so she’s sitting in my lap instead of on her heels. My cock slides in quickly, until I’m seated inside. Her inner muscles pulse, gripping me.

“Daddy,” she gasps.

I tighten my fist in her hair, pressing her cheek to the floor. “Tell me what you feel,” I grit out, pumping my hips.

“I feel full,” she manages. “So tight.”

“Good?”

“Yes, daddy,” she says, voice broken.

I prop my free hand on the floor and start fucking deep. The smooth, roundness of her cervix touches the head of my cock as I do. I’m careful not to hurt her, but I don’t back down. She likes pain, likes being helpless. I fuck her hard, knowing she’s getting both.

My orgasm comes fast, tingling down my spine, erupting in my groin. I push my cock as deeply as I can into her, keeping the head on her cervix. Just the thought of getting her pregnant is enough to push me over the edge.

My vision blurs. I see a flash of her bent over in front of me. I see myself crouched over her like an animal.

This is my wife. The mother of my babies.

The other half of my heart.

Tonight is the first night of our lives together. After the attic, she knows what I feel. She knows what I’ll do to get her and keep her. My mask is off and so is hers. She might have been innocent when I met her, but I know she’s filthy enough to match my needs and then some.

We’re perfect together. Meant to be.

I come, pleasure making my vision flash. My hips pump in tiny movements, pushing my cum deeper as it spills into her body. I gasp, sweat trickling down my chest and falling onto her naked back.

“That’s good,” I murmur. “You’re taking it so well for me, sweetheart.”

She moans, the sound dreamy. I think she’s slipping into subspace. That’s perfect for what I want to do to her next.

Slowly, I drag my cock from her. “Stay where you are.”

She doesn’t move as I get to my feet and strip my clothes off. I glance at the mirror. My cock is still hard, stained with my cum and her arousal. It’s different, almost slick. I swipe my finger down my cock and lick it clean.

She tastes so good, I can’t do anything but grit my teeth so I don’t get down and eat our cum out of her. No, that needs to stay put. Instead, I go to the dresser and get an attachment and the chastity strap. She’s in the same position when I return.

Such a good fucking girl. I stroke her back and give her ass a little spank that makes her shiver.

I kneel behind her again. “Arch your back and spread your pussy for me.”

She obeys, showing me her swollen cunt. I take out the short dildo and slide it into the strap. The strap clips into the harness, the dildo filling the entrance of her pussy, keeping my cum plugged inside her. I snap the strap into place. Now, the only part of her available to me is her asshole.

I’m gonna use it tonight. And she’ll take it.

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