Page 93 of Sire
For the first time, I touch her slick hole with my fingertip, and I groan. I forbade myself from touching her virgin cunt until now, and this is why.
This is mine.
I can’t hold back anymore.
Circling her waiting entrance—it’s pure, tight, wet silk—I flutter my tongue over her hard clit, and she gasps, responding to my new touch. Her thighs shake, and she comes with a sudden shudder. “Sire, please.”
“Good girl,” I praise, licking my lips. “Say it. Say you’re my good girl who wants me to fuck you now.”
“Please,” she pants, tugging on my shirt. “Please fuck me.Now.”
I can’t resist. I crawl up her body and kiss her with her cum on my tongue. She moans at the taste, gliding her hands over my exposed chest, caressing my hidden scars, and teasing my abs.
“I don’t feel good; I feel bad,” she growls into our kiss. “I feel like a naughty girl who wants you to fuck her right now.” She unzips my pants.
I’m a heavenly, horrible man for craving this sight…
My bride, in her ripped wedding gown, her tits exposed, her dress hiked up, her legs open, and her pussy so wet and waiting for me. All as she lies before my pulpit and expertly frees my hard dick from my boxer briefs. She wants to get fucked in my church, and I’m ready to answer her prayer.
Leaning over, I open the bag Delphine left for us. From it, I take the bottle of lube and the toy I told Delphine to buy.
I show it to Wren. “I’m going to use this vibrating cock ring. I’ll rub it against your clit and go slow, inch by inch. I’ll use lube, too.”
“Okay,” she whispers, wide-eyed.
“You sayNoorStop, and I’ll listen. We can play kinky consent games months from now.”
“Weeksfrom now,” she insists, smiling.
“Such a naughty girl,” I smirk, drizzling a ribbon of lube over her pussy before covering my cock next. I slide the ring in place, just under my crown, in case that’s all she can take. I spared no expense for her pleasure. This is the best cock ring on the market.
I click it on and position myself at her entrance. Braced over her, my tip drips, sensing her wet heat, anticipating her tightest cunt. I want to kiss Wren while I do this, but her lips meet my chest.
“Look up at me, Angel. Let me watch your eyes while I make you mine.”
Like she can read my soul, she stares up at me and lifts her arms overhead like a sacrifice, bracing her wrists like they’re bound with her stigmata tattoos, confronting me.
“I’m yours, Sire,” Wren offers herself to me exactly like my vision.
My birth.
My death.
My salvation.
My wife.
An overwhelming urge seizes my body as her mouth parts, gasping as I hold her sacred wrists down and press my swollen tip inside her, shivers shooting down my spine to feel her finally. It forces a deep groan up my throat, feeling our first penetration, at how her pussy’s so fucking tight and wet for me.
I tilt my hips, making the toy tease her clit. I need her to open for me because,goddamnitholyshit,her virgin cunt is resisting my cock, and it feels too good.
“Oh, God,” she sighs like she likes it. “Is that you or the toy?”
“It’s both,” I grunt, pressing my tip in more, watching her gorgeous face.
But she winces.
Fuck.I grit my teeth, making myself stop. “Breathe, Angel. Relax and let me in.”
