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“Please, what, baby?”
She shivers, hesitating before saying, “Please milk me, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I release her tits, but before I do anything else, I reach back under the bed and pull out the spreader bar I purchased with the pump.
Arianna jerks her head to look over her shoulder at me as I cuff first one ankle and then the other to the bar. I widen it obscenely, forcing her knees to part farther.
She makes little whimpering sounds as she watches me hook the cups to her breasts. When I turn the machine on low, starting the suction, she gasps.
I set one hand on her lower back to steady her and slide my other between her legs to find her pussy wetter than ever. I’m mesmerized, watching my girl’s tits getting rhythmically sucked into the cups. “How does it feel, baby?”
“Weird… Intense… Sexy…”
I smile. Those are good adjectives. I watch her face in awe as I continue to stroke through her folds. I’m not providing her with enough direct contact to her clit. I want her so fucking horny that she won’t notice the twinge of pain that will occur the moment I thrust into her.
Chapter 24
Arianna
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I can’t believe this is happening. I’m on my hands and knees, letting my husband milk my dry breasts. And the more bizarre part is that I like it. I’m flushed and aroused. My pussy feels empty. Desperation consumes me.
The machine almost hurts. I know he has it on a low setting, but my tits aren’t used to being suctioned. They’re going to be sore tomorrow. Bruised. And I’m glad. Every time I wince, I’ll remember this kinky scene from our wedding night.
“I’m going to push a finger into your cunt, baby,” Dallas tells me.
I need that so badly that I whimper at the mention of it. He’s never penetrated me with anything. He’s left me hanging and needy all week. The moment he eases his finger into me, I stop breathing.
“That’s my girl. Such a good girl and so naughty at the same time.” He thrusts his finger deeper. “Come on my hand, baby. After you coat me with your cream, I’ll remove the pump and give you what you’ve been waiting for.”
The promise of his cock is the last thing I need for my body to reach its peak. I shudder as the waves of pleasure wash through me. I hate that he removes his finger, but he does so to disconnect me from the pump and the kinky spreader bar, and then I’m on my back, and he’s scooting me to the middle of the bed.
A moment later, he’s hovering over me, kneeling between my legs, staring down at me. His cock is bobbing thick and hard between us. Precome is dripping from the tip.
His gaze roams all over my body hungrily. He pauses at my breasts. “There will be bruises around your areolas tomorrow.”
“Mmm hmm.” I glance down at the red rings. “I can’t wait,” I admit. I reach for him, but he sits back on his ankles and delves into the bag again.
I hadn’t realized there was anything else in there, and my breath hitches when he holds up a plug. It’s like the one he used the other day in my bottom, but this one is larger. I clench my ass cheeks and shake my head.
He grins. “It’s not for your bottom this time. This is going into your cunt after I empty my seed in you.”
I shiver. My nipples grow harder. This man is so intense, and he means business when he talks about getting me pregnant. The truth is there’s a solid chance I could get pregnant tonight, and that likelihood is going to increase tenfold if he plugs my pussy, trapping his come.
The idea makes me oddly hornier, and I lift my hips off the bed. “Please…”
Dallas plants one palm on my abdomen to press me against the mattress, and then he pushes his finger into me yet again.
“Please, please, please,” I beg. I need more. I need him. I need to feel his girth inside me.
“You’re so tight, baby. Let me stretch you first.”
My head lolls back and forth as he adds a second finger and scissors them. I’m going to come. I would rather hold off until he’s inside me, but he has other plans. He knows my body well. It won’t surprise him when I orgasm around his fingers.
I buck and writhe when he adds a third finger. “Dallas,” I cry out.
