Page 97 of Captive Bride

At this angle, with my legs spread so wide and my ankles up on his shoulders, he has perfect access to me. I’m forced to take in every inch of him, which is no easy feat.

He thrusts into me slowly, over and over again. He rubs my clit with his thumb—and then I feel it happening.

There’s no going back. Even if he demanded I stop right now, there’s no going back.

My body races towards the edge, and I hurl myself over with reckless abandon.

The world ceases to exist. All I can see and feel is him. And all I know is that I’m his, forever bound by some inexplicable connection.

There’s no way to ride this course of waves.

Crashing. I’m crashing hard.

I scream out his name, I think, but I can’t even tell because my head is in another dimension.

He knows what’s happening, that the orgasm is racking through my body.

And then he starts to fuck me really hard.

I’m coming all around his cock, the world spinning and twirling in a million different directions.

And he pumps into me with such rigor, and all I can feel is his giant cock filling me up and taking me over. I come so hard, over and over again, and then I feel him erupt into me.

His hot cum mingles with my own and drips out of my now sopping wet pussy.

He’s gasping hard, pumping into me, blowing his load and his essence all over me, inside of me, everywhere.

I close my eyes and just try to take it.

It’s the most intense amount of pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s also painful in that delightful kind of way.

Most of all, I’m enraptured by this man. He’s got me entranced, and it feels like fucking magic.

I’m breathing hard and calling his name, my pussy contracting in rapid pulses. Soon, he falls forward onto my chest, enveloping me with his burdensome body. All his weight is pressing down on me, and he breathes harshly in my ear.

“That was fucking fantastic, Isobel.”

A smile curls on my lips as I know I’ve satisfied my man. I’ve done everything for him that I possibly could. And he’s demanded everything of me that he possibly could.

This is a love like no other.

This is rapture.

This is bliss.

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