Page 88 of The Pakhan's Kidnapped Bride
He grabs my ankle and pulls me back to the edge. Leaning over the bed, he presses his hand into the mattress on either side of my head. “You’re asking to be punished, aren’t you?”
“But I’ve been good,” I bite my lip, staring up at him.
“You’ve been keeping secrets,” he growls, grabbing the button of my jeans and pulling them open.
He tugs them down, slipping my jeans off my legs and throwing them over his shoulder.
“Nothing,” he growls, brushing his hands up my thigh, between my legs, and over my pussy—where I’m not wearing any underwear at all.
“Mmm,” he growls with pleasure, slipping one finger inside me.
I moan sweetly and rock my hips against his touch.
He pulls his hand away and wraps his fingers around the edge of my sweater. “I want to see all of you, take everything off,” he demands.
I obey, sitting up and pulling it off my head. I’m not wearing a bra either.
“Now that, I knew.” He grins. “When I held you, I could feel those perfect nipples of yours pressed against me. I wanted to slip my hand beneath your sweater all night and tease them.”
“And I wanted to slip beneath the table and pull your pants open to take your giant cock into my mouth,” I sass, biting my lower lip.
His top lip curls upwards.
“You really are naughty tonight, aren’t you. Teasing me with these thoughts, knowing what will happen to you—"
“What’s going to happen?” I ask, smiling.
He grabs my arm and pulls me off the side of the bed.
“Kneel,” he commands, his voice touched with threat.
I kneel in front of him while I pull his belt off slowly, slipping it from each loop and throwing it onto the bed. His cock is pressed against his pants, bulging at the seams. I lick my lips as he drags his zipper down and pulls his pants open, freeing himself.
“Suck my cock, kitten. All of me,” he growls.
My pussy throbs as I raise onto my knees and wrap my fingers around his shaft, opening my mouth wide so that I can fit his cock into the warmth of my mouth.
As soon as I wrap my lips around him, his cock twitches, throbbing, the vein along the base of his shaft pulsing, and he groans with pleasure.
I lick him and suck him and push his cock so deep into my throat I can barely breathe. My eyes are watering when I look up at him, and he smiles with satisfaction.
“You’re such a good girl,” he says darkly, reaching down to pull me to my feet. “Now bend over so that I can reward you with my cock in your pussy. I’ll fuck you until you come all over me.”
I scramble onto the bed and arch my ass towards him. He grabs my hips and lifts them, then, to my surprise, wraps my legs around his waist, my face pressing into the blankets as I hang from his grasp.
He thrusts into me with force, and I scream with pleasure.
With both hands wrapped around my thighs, he pulls my legs apart and fucks me from behind, his cock pushing into me,deeper and deeper, stretching my pussy open and filling me up with each thrust of his hips.
He grunts with each movement, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I’m a puppet in his hands, hanging, helpless, while he stretches my legs wide and fucks me like I’m nothing but a doll, a toy for his pleasure, to be used and played with in any way he desires.
The beautiful part is that everything he desires is what drives me wild and makes me lust for him.
I want to be used by him. I want to be his toy.
His cock penetrates deep into me, and my fingers knot in the blankets. I moan, gasping for breath as he fucks me harder and faster.
