Page 95 of Sire
This time, she lifts her hips for me. This time, she takes me, slowly and inch by inch. She exhales, wrapping around me and begging for more.
My eyes roll, my molars clench, my pulse has tripled at how fucking tight, wet, and perfect she feels. I could die in ecstasy inside my wife’s pussy.
Sweat glistens on my body and hers.
The candles burn low.
My muscles ache with the restraint I’m using until finally, I’m buried all the way inside her, and gaze down, grieving for the first time our height difference.
I love how tiny Wren is. How mighty she is, too. How she makes me feel like a God, but I need to kiss her. I need to come. I need to fuck her with her lips on mine.
“Sire,” she gasps. “Can we… Can I…” She pushes against my chest. “Can I be on top?”
“Angel, that’s too much of me to take for your first time.”
“I can do it.”
And I can’t say no to her.
Not right now.
Scooping my arm under her waist, I shock her at how easily I can lift her like a doll. Flipping our bodies over, a swirl of white lace surrounds us, but I don’t lie back.
I sit with Wren straddling me, with my cock buried halfway inside her. Rustling with her lace, I lift her dress so we can see it.
“Fuck, Angel,” I grunt. “Look at your swollen pink cunt impaled on my thick cock.”
I rub her slick pink clit. She grabs my shoulders, rolling her eyes with a shudder, and I lick my lips.
I’m not feeling so godly anymore.
I’m immoral.
Lecherous.
Violently in love and lewd.
I rip the rest of her bodice open. It’s hanging on by threads like me. “Now, be a good bride in her wedding dress and ride your husband’s hard dick. Fuck him and prove your vows.”
Leaning forward, I shamelessly tongue her nipple, and she moans, lowering to take more of my shaft. Cupping my head, she makes me suck her sweet tits, while I grab handfuls of her lace, guiding her hips.
“That’s it, Angel,” I steam over her wet nipple, “you’re not a virgin anymore. You’re my dirty wife who’s going to ride my cock with this tight wet cunt until I come inside you.”
“Yes, Sire,” she sighs, gliding up and down my throbbing shaft, taking what she can until her slick cunt is full.
“You like that?” I brush my lips over hers. “Do you like being my good bride and fucking your husband’s thick cock until you make him pump his cum inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, and I squeeze her hips.
“Do you like being my bad girl and fucking your pastor inhis church, and driving him fucking crazy with this tight, wet pussy choking his hard cock?” My eyes roll. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you, Wren.”
“Yes, Sire.” She shakes, grinding hard over the vibrating ring at my base. “Yes, I love being so bad for you.”
She’s molding to me, melding with me. We’re becoming one, and it’s potent. Her eyes lock on mine and…
We match.
We burn.
