Page 27 of From Dust To Don

I pulled the dress to the floor, stomping on it with my dirty boots, making sure to ruin as much of it as I could.

“Kneel,” I grunted, and my pretty little wife fell to her knees, on top of the damn dress, without protest. “Do you need reminding of who you belong to?”

Elena swallowed hard as I took my belt from the loops of my pants, snapping it in front of her pretty little face.

“No.” She said in a tiny voice.

“No, Sir.” I corrected her, hooking my finger under her chin and tilting her head up to meet my gaze.

“No, Sir.” She repeated, and my dick almost burst through my slacks.

“I’m going to make sure you don’t forget either way. Hand like this.” I showed her the position I wanted, forearms together, bound by the wrists, and Elena mimicked my gesture.

I wrapped my belt into a butterfly, leaving two holes for her gentle wrists to pass before pulling it tight.

“I’m gonna fuck that perfect mouth of yours, Elena. And when I’m done, I’m staining this dress with my cum.”

Something in my words sparked a glow in her eyes, her tongue darting across her delicious lips, leaving a wet trail of lust and desire. I pulled my cock out, my shaft as hard as a rock just from seeing her on her knees for me. Elena followed it with her eyes, her craving to have it in her mouth evident.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Thank fuck, or I’d be going on another killing spree.”

“No. What I mean is, I-I don’t know how.” She confessed, her cheeks suddenly tainting a deep shade of pink.

“I’ll teach you, Fiore mio. Now stick that tongue out for me.”

Elena obliged, and I cleaned the heavy bead of pre-cum on her tongue, giving her a taste of me.

“Is that good, Wife? Hm? Do you like the way I taste?”

She nodded. My greedy girl trying to get more of me into her mouth. I fed my cock to her, reveling in the way those luscious lips wrapped around me.

“Now suck, Baby. Take me in and suck. That’s it, hmmm.”

I fucked her mouth gently first, picking up speed as I noticed her relaxing. For a beginner, her mouth was pure sin, and before I knew it, I was pulling myself out to cool down for a minute. Elena whimpered at the loss, making me chuckle.

“Don’t stop.” She pleaded out of breath. “You said you were coming in my mouth.”

“I changed my mind. I’m not losing any cock juice to anywhere else than that pussy. I want you knocked up and carrying my baby before the end of the night.”

I kissed her swollen lips, laying her down on the puffy fabric of that hideous wedding dress before slamming into her.

Both her legs were in the air, her ankles behind my shoulders. Hurt as it might on my fresh wound, this was the deepest I could go into her, and I wasn’t taking any chances. I’d walk those fuckers right up to her eggs, poke a hole, and spread a damn red carpet if that got her pregnant.

I rocked against her, making sure to graze her clit each time, her moans growing with each passage. When she was worked up enough, I started pulling out of her, fucking her with just the head of my dick for a couple of thrusts before slamming into her like a man possessed.

Elena writhed beneath me, her fingernails digging into the back of my thighs.

“Jesus fuck, look how your pussy swallows me whole. You’re molded to my shape, Elena. Your pussy will only ever know this cock.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a beautiful mess between a moan and an exhale, and just a second after, her walls were convulsing. Spasming so damn tight, it was hard to withdraw.

“Fuck it,” I groaned, plunging harder into her, coming harder than I ever had in my life.

Holding my weight up, I slowly pulled out, making sure to clean any drop of my boys against her sweet cunt.

“Nothing goes to waste,” I said, holding her feet up in the air as I yanked the covers from her bed and balled them under her ass to keep it lifted.

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