Page 2 of His Disobedient Bride

I don’t touch her.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself if I do.

We walk up the stairs, me following behind her. I can smell her now, a hint of strawberries from her soap and the sun-baked scent of her skin in summer. I can almost taste it on my tongue and I have to tighten my fists together to keep myself walking slowly behind her.

She reaches the top of the steps and starts to walk down the hall. We’re only a few doors down now, but she turns back to me, and she’s worrying her full bottom lip with her teeth.

I can’t make it to the room.

I leap on her, grabbing fistfuls of her hair, pulling her into my arms.

She wraps her bare legs around my back and then I’m kissing her, thrilling to hear her little moans and gasps underneath me. My dick feels like it’s going to break in fucking two it’s so hard.

My hands are all over her, hard hands covering every inch of her body, glorying in the fact that she’s fucking mine.

Her breasts are pressed against my chest and I can feel my breath getting ragged with need. I can’t wait another second.

I set her down and flip her around to face the wall. She’s already wiggling her ass for me, rubbing it against my engorged cock.

I groan painfully and pull my dick out of my pants. It’s pulsing and heavy.

I pull up her skirt with one hand, and realize she’s not wearing any panties.

Good fucking girl.

She knew I was coming home today.

I reach down to her soft thighs to impatiently spread them wider for me.

I can feel how wet she is, the slick liquid of her arousal wet on my hands as I knock her legs wider, and my self-control almost snaps right then. I tighten my hands on her thighs to force myself to slow down, and she lets out a breathy yelp, her voice thick with need and sex.

I push her up against the wall and sink my dick in her.

Holy shit, she feels so good. This is my pussy. The one I own and can do whatever the fuck I want with.

The thought almost makes me cum already, and I have to drag myself away from spilling myself in her immediately.

I pound into her, both my hands on her hips, glorying in how my rough dick makes her mewl and moan. I reach a hand up her back and feel a perfect bead of sweat rolling down her backbone.

Fuck, I can’t hold it in anymore.

I want to feel her come all over my dick, though.

Because nothing else feels as good as that.

I reach around the front of her body to stroke her pussy, but she’s positioned herself in front of a table attached to the wall, angled in such a way that I can’t reach her clit.

Then I realize with a snarl that she’s fucking keeping herself from coming for me.

I can feel her breath all along my spine with each thrust into her wet pussy, and I can tell from the rigidity of her legs that she’s fighting her orgasm.

“Come for me, Cerise,” I say angrily.

Her breath hitches, but she leans back as far as she can, lolling against my chest.

“I’m not there yet,” she says, and I can hear the unholy glee in her voice as she rubs her ass back on me.

Fuck.

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