Page 94 of Sire
With an exhale, she softens.
“That’s it. Now play with your nipples. I can’t reach them with my mouth, so pinch them for me. Be a good girl and stay wet for this cock. You’re going to take every inch of it, even if it takes us all night.”
I let go of her wrists and wait and watch, loving the sight of my bride playing with her hard nipples right in front of the altar, until she’s writhing for more of my cock. “Sire.” With a brutal, tugging pinch to both, she begs, “More! Fuck me more.”
Reaching down, I slide the ring lower on my shaft. Clicking it to vibrate at a higher speed, I suspect this next inch will make her bleed if she does.
I try to find the man in me, not the monster, while I brace on one hand, and use my other to rub her clit until the toy can reach it. “Breathe with me, Wren. Exhale.” She watches my eyes, trusting as I clench my molars and slowly push another inch inside her.
“Oh!” She cries out.
Fuck, she’s clenching around me. She’s tight. So, fucking tight.
“Wren?” I grunt, “Angel, are you okay? Open your eyes.”
She nods, fluttering her lashes open, her lungs huffing for air. “I’m… I’m okay.”
“Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “It did. It burned and now,” she pauses, “it’s just a lot of pressure.”
“Breathe with me, that’s how we’ll do this.”
Actually … I don’t know how we’ll do this.
I’m so fucking hard and huge for her, and she’s the tightest heaven I’ve ever felt. I know in time, she’ll stretch for me, and I’m a sick devil because part of me doesn’t want it. I want this taboo first forever.
But most of me, her husband, wants her to expand and explore. I want Wren to be open and taking every damn thing she wants.
Her fingertips caress my abs. They’re flexing to hold back. “I’m okay,” she assures. “I want it, Sire. Keep going.”
I glance down at where we’re joined to be sure … and delicious, evil shudders whip down my spine.
Wren’s blood.
My wife’s virgin blood.
Drops bloom on the white lace of her wedding dress. Slowly, I pull out an inch and see my salvation on my glistening shaft. I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I crave it. I need it.
Carefully, I pull all the way out.
“What are you doing?” She grabs for me.
“You’re pussy’s bleeding for me. I just opened you, and I need to taste it.”
Thisis the man with the breeding kink. This one loves that we’re still animals, ruled by raw urges and ruthless instincts. This man takes what he wants.
When I put my mouth on Wren’s swollen pussy, tasting her blood, desire, and the edible lube, I’m home. I slowly glide two fingers into her for the first time, inside where I belong.
Gently hooking them, I rub her most sensitive spot, and she moans, writhing her hips and fucking my fingers back. I suck her clit, then her blood off my digits before sliding them back inside her, slowly pumping them and stretching her open.
In minutes, my bloody bride is screaming and coming again.
Good God, I want her.
Nothing but her.
Rising up her body, I slide the cock ring to my base before guiding my hard tip back inside her. A groan chokes me.Fuck, her pussy’s the sweetest strangulation.
