Page 20 of Taken By the Soldier
“Beautiful,” I say. “Now, your clit is all swollen and red, just like your bottom.”
Instead of causing her embarrassment, my words appear to excite her more. Her shameless enthusiasm prompts me to lick her engorged bit of flesh once more. I savor the taste of her and recognize her release is only moments away when her thighs clamp tighter around my neck. She grinds her pussy against my face as I take command of her pleasure, lapping slowly to hold her orgasm off for a while longer. Her frustrated cries reach my ears, a beautiful song composed solely for me.
“Please, please, please,” she whines. “Please, Luka.” She bucks and claws at the top of my head, pulling at my hair.
Please, Luka. She just called me by my name. Hope swells in my chest for a brief moment before I once again become lost in the eroticism of the moment, working her closer to the edge of a much sought-after release.
The desire to watch her quake as I bring her to orgasm prevails. I lean back and press a thumb to her glistening clit, rubbing circles over her throbbing flesh.
Shock, desperation, and reluctant passion cloud her eyes.
I have her just where I want her, and this orgasm belongs to me.
For the rest of her life, her orgasms will belong to me.
Her legs twitch again as she throws her head back and tears at the covers. I detect the increased pulsing of her clit as she comes hard against my hand.
Fuck yes. Come for your husband, little girl.
As she rides the wave of pleasure, her breasts thrust up in the air, nipples pebbled and dark pink, begging to be suckled. Her blonde curls are spread out, surrounding her face, and her eyes close tight as her lips part in a perfect O-shape. Deep moans escape her and gradually fade with the falling rhythm of her hips. Denying her release for so long has caused her to come undone violently. She grasps her breasts as the last wave of ecstasy racks her body in a final quake of rapture.
I immediately lift her in my arms. I settle myself on the bed and hold her, cradling her limp form in my lap. She’s spent. Completely spent. After the coldness she projected yesterday and this morning, I would have never guessed she could display such passionate responses.
Judith. My prisoner. My wife. My passion.
She’s all those things, and I’ll soon claim her body in the final act that will seal us together as husband and wife.
I intend to fuck her hard and leave her in no doubt that we are joined as one.
I’ll make her come undone again and again.
I speak softly and place kisses on her forehead as I wait for her senses to return. She rewards me by snuggling closer and running her hands up my back. As her breathing normalizes, she graces me with a shy smile.
Sparks ignite as she reaches up to trace the line of my jaw, brushing her fingers over my thick beard. I haven’t shaved in a month, and my appearance has grown rugged and unkempt. She doesn’t seem to mind though, and she continues to explore until I brush her hand aside and seek out her lips.
Though the kiss begins slowly, it soon intensifies as my passion erupts in a series of firm strokes and deep thrusts of my tongue invading her mouth. She shifts on my lap, and the wetness of her feminine essence rubs against my thighs.
The scent of her arousal hits me again, her body calling me to take her, to claim her.
To fuck her hard, to make her sore.
I break the kiss and push her face down on the bed. Her freshly spanked bottom presses against my length through the thin material of my boxers. I shed the garment quickly and grab at her hips. When she tries to turn over, I smack her bottom until she stills.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind, princess, and you’re going to take it. You’re going to take every thrust I give you until I fill you up with my seed.”
She gasps as I nudge her thighs wider apart. Planting my hands firmly on her hips, I pull her upward as my cock juts along her slick folds. I fist the base of my shaft and draw it up and down through her nether lips, so slick with her honeyed essence. She arches her bottom higher to meet me.
My heart thuds in my chest, my desire to thrust inside her all-consuming. I lean over her and grasp a fistful of hair, forcing her head back.
“Who do you belong to, princess?”
She stiffens and shakes her head, refusing to answer my question. I growl in response to her stubbornness, her refusal to admit what she already knows to be true. Surely she must realize there is no escape. We exchanged vows, and I’m about to ram my cock inside her, and I will continue to ram my cock inside her every fucking day for the next thousand years.
She fucking belongs to me and she damn well needs to admit it.
Smack! Smack!I bring my hand down upon her pussy lips, spanking her swollen, wet folds. I hold her in place as I rain a torrent of harsh slaps over her intimate area, causing her center to redden and swell further. As she tries to dodge the blows, I tighten my hold on her and spank harder.
“Who do you belong to, princess?”
