Page 94 of Captive Bride

“You feel so fucking good. I want to fill you up.” I tug her hair hard enough to pull her head back.

I press my forehead against the back of her head, pulling her hair even tighter.

“Tristan!” she screams my name, and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I could ever fucking hear in my life.

The more she screams, the harder I thrust. The sound of me slamming into her echoes throughout the room, enhancing my desire.

Fuck.

I can’t hold back anymore. I pull out, stroking myself quickly as streams of cum spray out all over her ass and back.

“Unnnghh…” I groan and shudder, throwing my head back as I’m overtaken with the best pleasure I’ve ever felt in my entire fucking life.

I collapse next to her, cum still dripping out of my twitching cock as it pulses.

She’s still blindfolded and cuffed to the headboard, and her body heaves as she pants.

“I love you,” I whisper against her skin, kissing her shoulder.

She makes it all worth it.

Every minute.

Even if it may be our last together.

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