Page 96 of Captive Bride

I’m praying and yearning for more.

I need more to survive.

It’s a deep need that only Tristan can fill.

“Tristan, I want to taste your big cock so bad,” I whimper.

“You want that cock, my slutty little princess? Beg,” he growls the words, and I get more heated by the tone of his voice.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck, please, yes.”

At my admission and before I really even know what’s happening, he’s shoving his cock down my throat.

Fuck yes. Finally.

His cock fills me up and makes my need for him abide. All I need is him, this.

I try to take down his massive length. It hits the back of my throat, but I don’t gag, so fierce is my desire.

I just want to taste him, all of him.

I want him to consume me, all of me.

He presses his cock hard down my throat. I take it in like a champion. Tristan gasps and clenches his teeth like he’s gonna come—but he doesn’t.

Spirals and waves of pleasure threaten me once again. The idea of taking Tristan’s cock so far down my throat is enough to put me over the edge.

His intensity and his dominance turn me on.

And just as the waves are about to crash, he pulls out, spreads my legs wide, and puts them up on his shoulders.

He slides the tip of his cock along the outside of my pussy. It torments me.

More. I need more.

“Is this what you want, baby? Is this what you’ve been dreaming about?”

I nod vigorously, hands still tied.

And then to my total maximum pleasure, he sinks his wide cock deep inside of me.

Stretching out, he’s taking me deeper than ever before, hitting against the back of my cervix. And every time he pulls out, his cock drags along my G-spot, and I’m nearly enveloped by the pain and the pleasure of it all.

He looks at me, smiling, like he knows exactly what he’s doing, like he knows exactly how much she’s torturing me with his body.

“You’re gonna come deeply for me, Isobel. I demand it.”

I know he means what he says. My orgasm is not under my control. Everything is in his hands. He determines when and where and how hard.

I just stare at him, not being able to take my eyes away from his infectious gaze.

He’s hot. He’s dominant. He’s everything I could’ve ever wanted in a man.

I lie back, my wrists hurting uncomfortably against the handcuffs, and I try to just breathe my way through what he’s doing.

He pumps in and out of me slowly, so slowly, in fact, that it’s pure torture.

Every time he hits my G-spot, I feel the desire burning in me deeply, threatening to explode like the hottest volcano.

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