Page 6 of The Gauntlet Trials

He undid each button then slid the gown off one shoulder then the other, allowing the silk to whisper down to her feet. “Ma Cherie,” he whispered, or accused, making her need to pant. Both hands slowly touched down on her ass, fingers spread as he stroked her so very carefully, feeling every inch. “This. Fucking. Ass.”

The utter torment in those words as he touched her with that hungry reverence brought her first dizzying moan.

“I'm going to sit in that chair, Ma Cherie. And you're going to climb on my lap.” His fingers squeezed now, measuring other things. “You're going to ride my cock first... while I hold on to this right here.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered as he squeezed so very hard, demonstrating.

“And then it'll be my fucking turn to marry you.”

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Samuel was back to using mind tricks to keep his body from going too fast. How many times he’d fantasized about this night, this marriage. Particularly how many ways and positions he’d marry her on the first night.

He sat in the chair, a prisoner of his decadent chocolate angel. The sight of her full tits pushing out the top of her black satin bra set off a firebomb in his cock. His gaze moved lower as he grabbed the base of his cock, locking on the matching satin panties showcasing heaven. His fucking heaven. He raised his burning eyes up to her face, his heaven part two. Those fucking eyes all over him. In that second they were on his cock, sucking it with a boiling stare. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” he whispered, never more unstable in his life as he moved his gaze back down. “Give me what’s mine.” He moved his hand up his length, opening his legs with unsteady breaths.

She stepped closer. Then closer again. Close enough to touch.

He hooked a finger under the satin on her hip and worked it down, his eyes locked on what he was uncovering. At seeing smooth skin, he sat forward and jerked the material to her knees. His cock throbbed painfully. “Baby…” He brought his other hand to help stroke the smooth caramel petals. “Openfor me.” The idea of slow seemed stupid next to the idea ofmakingher. All her hitched breaths and whimpers were fucking dizzying as he slid two fingers between her legs, feeling the silky, full lips. He encountered her slick essence on the second pass when he dipped just inside.

“Oh!” she gasped, drawing his gaze up as he continued to stroke and wet her.

“You’re so wet for me Ma Cherie,” he whispered, dipping a little deeper.

“Samuel,” she barely whispered.

He sat back on the chair, forcing his eyes up only to get lost at her breasts. “Your tits fucking make mecrazy,” he breathed, back to holding his cock tall for her. “Wrap your pussy around my cock before I die, Ma belle Cherie.”

He helped her onto his lap, leaning to taste the silky skin along her ribs while her moans and gasps fueled the flames. The moment her pussy encased the crown, the real war was on.

He dropped his head back, fighting back a massive orgasm. He needed to tell her to go slow but he could barely think much less speak. Maybe she read his mind as she took her sweet time descending on him, her cries and moans turning up the agony. His hands found her perfect ass and gripped it. The fire in his brain said use it for leverage and take what he craved. What she craved.

He clenched his eyes shut when she reached bottom finally. Feral groans blasted out as he held her down on him.

“Samuel!”

His fingers dug harder at her desperate cry, begging him to help her. She was burning with him. Her nails pierced through the skin on his shoulders but there was no pain that would touch what was happening in him. He wanted more of that. He wanted every mark their marriage would give him. One rock of her hips ripped him from his own mind and there was no stopping him as he forced her against the head of his cock as fast as he could. The sounds that filled that room should’ve worried him but instead he worked to bring more of the same all while knowing this appetite she created would never be sated. He would always crave it, always need it and he’d surely always have it. Surely as he would take his next breath.

Then came his first mind-blowing marriage. Holy, holy, holy fuck.

Her kiss told him he wasn’t accidentally killing her even as her sweet cries blasted right into his mouth. And then he was embracing her tightly in the aftermath, their breaths filled with the sheer miracle of that joining. Just as he’d expected, it was unfathomable and indescribable with words and thoughts.

“Ma Cherie,” he finally managed between her breathless kisses.

“My Samuel,” she gasped back. “It’s my turn to marry you.”

CHAPTER TWO

Beth needed somebody to talk to about what was going on and there was only one woman that seemed qualified. “Mah-Mah?,” Beth whispered on the phone. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Beth? Everything okay, honey?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Sorry to call so late.”

“Now it ain’t never too late for you to call, I’m just worried,” she said, her voice creaky with sleep. “Ain’t nobody hurt,” Mah-Mah said, sounding like she covered the phone. “Hold on Beth while I get to the kitchen.”

“I’m sorry to call but I can’t sleep.”

“Well, I’m glad you called me,” she said, maybe happy to be needed for exactly that. “I want you to call me anytime you need anything. I mean it. Are you at the land dock?”

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