Page 105 of The Pretend Christmas Bride

"Fuck me with your monster dick," I yell.

"As you wish." He places the bowl on the side table, then climbs onto the bed facing me. He leans in and licks the stuff on my nose, the gesture almost affectionate, then brushes his lips over mine. Just a feather light touch. Enough to make me want more, so when he pulls away, I chase his mouth.

"Greedy girl." He weighs my breasts in both of his big hands. The calluses on his fingers chafe my tender skin. The sting combines with the tension in my stomach, and the result is a sweet pain which goes to my head.

"Eddie, please," I moan.

He bends his head, bites down on my nipple, and my eyes roll back in my head. And when he pays similar attention to the other, I almost collapse. He grips my hips and holds me up, then proceeds to lick his way down my stomach, over the fold of my belly, and when he swirls his tongue into my belly button, I cry out, "Eddie. Eddie. Eddie."

I try to pull away, but his grasp is firm. He holds me captive as he licks and sucks and bites his way down the pudding tracks, which means, he circles my pussy, coming closer and closer to my aching core. My clit is so swollen, my slit so moist, the hollow in my center seems to be growing by the moment, and I try to close my legs, but he releases his hold on my hips, only to grab my thighs and splay them wide. He lays out on his front and shoves his face into my pussy. I cry out, then whimper when he slurps his way up my pussy lips and over my clit. Sweat drips down my cleavage, and my teeth snap together. I’m shuddering so hard, it’s like I’ve caught a fever. Not that it makes a difference to him.

He lays his head on my thigh and blows on my cunt. I cry out. He slides three fingers inside me and twists, and the climax screams up my spine. I throw my head back and wait…wait for the orgasm. Only, he pulls back. The orgasm hovers there like a wave about to crash on the shore; only, it’s as if someone has pressed the rewind button. It retreats.

"No, no, no," I pant.

"Yes." He raises his head, then eases me onto my back. It should be awkward, but really, the way he’s tied me up, he can move me around, and no part of my body protests. I lay there with my legs bent at the knees, splayed like a frog.

He stares at my exposed center, and a flush climbs up his chest. As turned on as I am, I realize, he is, too. As needy as I am, the thick length of his cock standing to attention seems almost painful.

Then he draws his whiskered chin across my pussy, and I cry out, "Oh my god!"

He instantly stiffens. "Told you, God has nothing to do with this."

Before I can react, he lowers his head and draws his tongue up my slit.

54

Edward

I can’t get enough of her. I can’t. Tied up in my knots, wearing the marks of the rope I’ve wrapped around her, with her flesh flushed by my ministrations, she’s the most beautiful creature to grace this earth. I drag my tongue up her pussy lips, and when I bite down on the swollen knob of her clit, her entire body shudders. Her thighs quiver, and her breasts swell. She makes that telltale moan at the back of her throat, and I know she’s close. Not to mention, she’s so wet, I can’t stop lapping at her entrance. I continue to eat her out, and when full body shudders grip her, I rise over her. I fit my cock to her opening, and plunge into her.

"Eddie," she gasps.

"You’re so wet, so tight." I grit my teeth, giving her time to adjust to my size. No matter how many times I take her, it feels like the first time. "Belle," I groan and push my forehead into hers. "You feel so fucking good."

She clenches down on my shaft, and the tiny flutters of her inner-walls embracing my shaft, drain the blood to my groin. I begin to fuck her in earnest. In-out-in, and again. Every time I bury myself in her, the entire bed shudders. Every time I pull out, she moans in frustration. The heat generated from us presses down on my back. Sweat drips down my forehead. The next time I slam into her, she cries out. Her back arches, and her eyelids flutter down.

"Look at me as you come, wife."

She manages to meet my gaze, and her pupils are so dilated with lust, and something else, something soft that sends me over the edge.

"Come with me." My balls tighten. "Come right now, Belle."

Her mouth opens in a soundless cry. She topples over the edge, and I follow her. My climax seems to go on and on, as I pour myself into her. When she slumps, I begin to pull out of her. The mix of her cum and mine slides down her thigh, and I reach down and stuff it back inside her cunt.

"What are you doing?" Her voice is slurred.

"Making sure you take every last drop of what’s mine."

When I’m satisfied, I sit up, pulling her up with me. Then I reach behind her and untie the knots at her back, then at her legs. I ease her back onto the bed and stretch out her arms and legs. I begin to massage them with long strokes, and she sighs, "That’s so nice…" She yawns.

"Sleep." I kiss her eyelids closed. Her body twitches, and I know she’s out. I walk over to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth, and run it down her body. Then I pull the covers over her before walking back to the bathroom and tossing the washcloth in the hamper. I get dressed but can’t tear myself away from her. So I pull up a chair and watch her sleep.

Can I give you my confession? I’ve done this before—watched her sleep. Before she even knew me. There, I’ve told you. Now I need to confess to her, and accept whatever penance she deems fit. But not yet. Not until I know she’s bound to me in a way nothing on earth can break that connection. A few more days, is all I need… I hope.

She stretches, yawns, then her gaze finds mine. "What time is it?"

"Not even noon."

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