Page 20 of Augustine: Virgo King

“I’m gonna knock you up,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t stop myself.”

Instead of panicking like a normal person, my body responds by wrapping my legs more tightly around Augustine as he fucks me into his mattress. He’s so masculine and gruff, so intense with how he holds me and makes love to me that my instincts take over. I feel like an animal in the best way, like I’m completely submitted to him. Like I crave his body and cum more than I ever have in my life.

Maybe it’s just because he’s my husband. That label has always meant something to me. I just thought I was too old. Too “used up” to ever be a bride. Augustine clearly doesn’t think so.

“You have the tightest pussy I ever felt,” he murmurs. “I wanna cum.”

“Yes… Yes…” I gasp without thinking, although I don’t think anything could stop Augustine. He presses his lips to mine and kisses me so deeply. It’s a romantic kiss. I have never experienced a kiss that was downright romantic. Lust, yes. But not this. Augustine slows down the pace of thrusting his dick and matches the pace of his kiss. My body shudders and despite myself, I cum hard from the dedicated pace. His large pole keeps stretching me with those deep thrusts and his warm skin pressed against mine makes me feel all tingly.

“I’m close,” he grunts. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He builds up a sweat as we fuck nice and slow in his bed. Like he’s my boyfriend.Girl, he’s more than your boyfriend.Augustine’s role in my life will take some getting used to. His beard tickles my chest and collar bone as he moves his lips to my nipples and kisses them. Augustine follows up his kisses with soft licks. I amsoclose to cumming.

“I love those dark brown tits,” he murmurs. “Mm… you’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

I can’t stop myself from cumming as he says that. It’s not just his voice. It’s his beard. His handsome face. His body. Augustine was a man built for sex straight out of a woman’s mountain man fantasy.And he’s mine.

As I wrap my thighs around him, I feel his large cock pulsing between my legs. Augustine’s dick is so big that he’s more man than beast, honestly. The large rod thrusting between my thighs hurts at first, but with the pain comes an infinite amount of pleasure. Augustine grunts as he pushes into me deeply.

“Fuck, you get tighter as you cum,” Augustine murmurs, planting his lips on my neck. He pushes into me deeper and picks up the pace as he continues thrusting between my legs. I lose myself in Augustine’s lovemaking and beg him for more. I don’t even care about how sore my ass is. I just want to feel him.

I sink my fingernails into Augustine’s ass and pull him inside me deeper. He lets out one final groan and his thick cock pulses inside me. The force of Augustine’s eruption makes me cum again. His dick is so big that his cum gushes inside of me and nearly pulls his dick out of my pussy unceremoniously. I cry out loudly as he pushes deep inside me and the gush of hot cum spreads over every inch of my passage.

When I think Augustine is done cumming inside me, he lets out another grunt of pleasure and I feel more thick spurts of cum between my legs. He pins me to the bed with the force of his weight. I can feel every inch of the thick muscular man on top of me. My drought is over. It has beenso longsince I’ve been with a man that I don’t want him to pull away from me. The worst thing he could do is start talking and remind me that he’s racist. And that I hate him. And that I’m going to make every minute of his stupid marriage living hell.

He runs his hands over my hips and pulls me closer to him, forcing his cock deeper inside me like he’s trying to push his cum to the depths of my pussy. I let out a loud shuddering moan and Augustine smirks like he’s won a prize.

“You look hot when you cum.”

“Shut up.”

“Hm,” Augustine grunts. “I prefer whenyoushut up.”

My pussy throbs and I tell myself it’s throbbing with anger. Does he have to be such an asshole with his dick inside me?

Before I can protest, he kisses me, grabbing my cheeks possessively and thrusting his tongue down my throat. His cock keeps me completely stretched and submissive to him.

“You are such a dick.”

“Yup,” he says proudly. “That’s why I live up here, far away from people.”

He kisses my neck and he actually smiles instead of responding rudely. Augustine pulls out of me and some of his copious amounts of cum spills out of my pussy all over my dark mahogany thighs. He lies next to me on his back. I stay right where he left me with Augustine’s cum spilling all over my thighs. I’m almost too scared to speak. The room is dark, the house is quiet, the wind howls outside almost like a coyote. Maybe a wolf. All I can hear in the bedroom is Augustine’s slow breathing. I can’t even hear my own breathing.

“That felt good,” he exhales after a while.

“Yeah.”

“So we’re married. This is it.”

“This is it.”

“Round two,” Augustine says. “Hopefully, everything works out this time.”

Round two? My heart starts racing. I know he’s technically a complete stranger and I chose to marry him without knowing anything about him, but we’ve had plenty of time with each other now. He could have told me before we had sex.

It’s not like I was a virgin but… I’ve never been married.

“I didn’t know you were married before.”

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