Page 73 of Captive Bride

I stand in front of the bed and watch her closely.

“Strip,” I say.

She does what I command, and I just enjoy watching her take her time to undress for my eyes alone.

She’s my treat.

My feast.

My ultimate desire.

She’s finally naked, and my eyes are hungry with longing and lust.

I undress and watch as she looks at the length of my cock with wide eyes. She wants it bad. And luckily for her, I’m a good master.

“Suck it,” I say to her, my voice unwavering and full of conviction.

She crawls over to me on the bed, and the sight of my Capulet princess submitting to me makes my cock throb harder.

She wraps her hot mouth around my cock. The width and size are just too much for her, but I enjoy watching her try to take in all of me.

“Good fucking slut,” I say hoarsely. “Take it all in.”

She peers up at me from under her thick eyelashes, and I wrap my hand around her blonde hair. I pull her in close to me, forcing the length of my shaft down her throat.

She moans around me, and I nearly spray my load into her mouth, but I resist, wanting to drag out her pleasure for as long as possible.

I move her head back and forth along my shaft by the hair I have hold of. I tug at it hard, and she screams around me in lust or pain, one of the two, or maybe both.

“Good slut,” I say. “Now let me taste your pussy.”

She pops my cock out of her mouth and proceeds to lick it almost frantically, because she can’t get enough, that much is apparent.

“Fuck yeah, my little Capulet whore. Daddy likes that so much.”

She twirls her tongue around the head of my cock, and I’m just aching to explode all over her perfect face.

She’s a supermodel.

A princess.

A fucking goddess whose lips are mine, whose tits are mine, and whose tight little pussy I’m about to devour.

It takes all my inner strength to make her stop sucking my thick cock, but at last I pull away and push her back down on the bed. I spread her wide and immediately kiss and lick her sweet little cunt.

Mine.

I’ve won the finest treasure in all the land...Isobel, heiress, prisoner, Capulet.

None of that matters now.

Her past is erased.

And so is my own.

Because I know, as I lick and flick her clit open, that she’s mine permanently.

There’s no escaping a love like this.

And why would I want to?

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