Page 17 of Accidentally Marrying the Best Man
“Yes, Sir.”
I smile. Without our discussing it, she knew what I wanted to hear. She’s perfect for me.
Reaching out with my other hand, my fingers trace the outline of her face, feeling the softness of her skin. "You're mine, Charlotte," I whisper, my voice husky. “I’m going to breed you, tonight. Filling your womb with my seed.” The words make more cum spill from my cock. I need to be inside her soon before I spill my load.
She nods, her breath hitching as I lean in to claim her lips. My tongue ravages her mouth, demanding submission. A prelude to what's to come. My hands move down her body.
I pinch a nipple, and she moans, sending a surge of power through me.
I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin.
She grips my shoulders. "Nick, please," she whispers, her voice trembling.
I chuckle, my lips brushing against her ear. “Greedy, girl. Begging won’t work. I decide what to give you and when.” I pinch her nipple again, and her body shivers with need, with desperation. It fuels my desire. I want to take her, claim her, make her mine in every way possible.
She tries to close her legs, but I push them back down into the butterfly position. “Stay like this or you’ll be punished.” I slap her pussy, and she moans loudly.
I kneel on the bed and push her feet up, closer to her butt, which spreads her legs further apart, revealing her glistening pussy.
One day soon, I’ll tie her up in this position with silk ropes.
Her clit’s swollen and begging for attention. I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
She gasps, her hips bucking against my mouth. I chuckle, the vibration making her moan.
"Nick, please," she begs, her hands tangling in my hair. "I need you."
“What did I say about begging?” I tap her pussy again, harder this time.
She hisses in a breath, her hands pulling my hair. The pain almost sends me over the edge. I fucking love it.
I tease her, circling her clit with my tongue while sliding first two and then three fingers inside her. She's wet, so wet, and it drives me wild.
Her muscles squeeze my fingers, her breath coming in quick gasps. I know she's close, but I want to draw it out.
I pull out my fingers, and she whimpers, her eyes pleading with me, but she doesn’t say the words.
I smile, my cock throbbing with need. "Good girl," I murmur, my voice low and commanding.
I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing her pussy.
She moans, her hips lifting to meet mine.
I push inside her slowly, inch by inch. She's tight, so tight, and it feels incredible. Her walls clench around me as her pussy accommodates my girth. "You feel so good, Charlotte," I groan, thrusting deep and hard.
She cries out, her nails digging into my back. "Harder," she gasps.
“What did I say about begging?”
“I’m not fucking begging,” she growls.
“Are you telling me what to do, dirty girl?”
She pulls my hair until my face is close to hers. “I’m suggesting.” She kisses me, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth. I bite down on her lip and slap the side of her breast.
Her breath hitches, but then she moans, so I do it again. A little harder.
She moans louder.
