Chapter 9 #2
I kick out and hit the door, then barge inside as fast as possible before the door bounces back and takes us down.
Inside the bedroom, I manage a few more steps forward and put Nessa down on the bed.
She doesn’t let up. She’s pulling on my shoulders, scraping my skin with her nails, yanking my belt.
I grip her wrists and pin her arms above her. She’s heaving breasts, hips lifting to meet my cock. I cannot believe I’m saying this, but I say it anyway, “Patience, baby. The cock is coming. I promised, didn’t I?”
Nessa stops and pouts.
I take her bottom lip between my teeth and worry it a little the way she does when she’s nervous or thinking, while holding her arms above her head, then releasing them when I think she’s calmed. It’ll do her no good to egg me on.
I’m already hanging on by a thread, a second away from ripping open my zipper and thrusting inside her.
But there’s a hymen to be breached and this pussy needs to bleed slowly, not by force though there’s plenty of time (again, I cannot believe I’m saying this about time) to take her more forcefully tomorrow, or even later this evening if she’s not sore. Or maybe even if she is sore.
I unsnap my belt and stand at the foot of the bed, then remove the rest of my clothes.
I stroke my cock so she can watch me the way I watched her.
Groaning, I grab my balls and give them a squeeze, wondering how in the Lord’s name I’m gonna last for as long as I plan to last. But I damn well better. “I’m clean,” I tell her.
“I believe you.”
This is good. We’ve established an early form of trust.
I crawl over her body and nestle between her thighs. I lift one leg by holding it beneath the knee and throw it over my hip. Her dress and heels stayed on. I like them on.
The heels jab my ass. I groan again and lower my head so she can kiss me, and I can properly kiss her.
She tastes of champagne and mint, and we moan into each other’s mouth, our naked bodies finally connected.
There’s something so arousing and beautiful about connecting with her in this way, skin to skin, man to a woman.
I trail my palm over her hip and between her legs, circle her hole with a finger.
“I’m going to poke that little hymen now.
” I tell her between kisses. “It’s going to hurt, and I will like hurting you in such a way.
I will not ask if you’re okay or any of that cuddly nonsense.
I’m going to break the hymen and fuck your pussy well. What do you say?”
“Okay.”
“Okay it is.”
I grab my cock and position it, lingering outside her fuckhole, noting that Nessa’s frozen. She bites her bottom lip, and I’m suppressing a loud groan and restraining myself from plundering. The wet, warm, tight pussy awaits. The tip rubs her entrance. “Marry me,” I tell her and move no farther.
Nessa drops the bottom lip she’s holding between her teeth. She swallows, and I see panic rise in the way she start breathing and the blush that’s spreading over her face. She’s gonna leave me hanging. I kiss her again and tap my cock against her entrance.
“Okay.”
I tilt my head. Maybe I heard wrong.
She says it, “I’ll marry you, Blake.”
“You will?” rushes out of my mouth. Wow, my timing is shit. What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuck the pussy. Claim the hymen. Ask questions later, Blake you idiot. But hey, she said yes. Under duress, no doubt, because her pussy is hungry for my cock.
I feel zero guilt about coercion. Zero. I denied her my cock so I could get her worked up and needy, and then I asked her to marry me. I am a shameless asshole, but I’m a really happy asshole right now.
Nessa nods, exhales. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I kiss her again. “I do.” I push in, and she winces.
Broke the hymen! Hurrah, motherfuckers (been cursing all night).
I’m inside her pussy and her heart, and we are signing papers tying this pretty lady to me forever and ever.
Amen. The pope is proud of me. We’re doing it in the Christian order. Almost.
Kissing her more, I probe onward inside her, pulling in and out slowly, moving my body above hers so that every time I enter, I get in there deeper until my cock is all inside her, basking in the warmth and juices and blood.
Just picturing my cock making her bleed makes me want to go Viking plundering on her pussy.
I start moving faster.
Nessa’s moaning loudly, and even though signs of pain show clearly on her face from a fully stretched pussy, she’s enjoying how I fuck her.
I lift her leg a bit more, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
I lift up on one arm so I can fuck her and rub her clit at the same time and watch her a little more.
My eyes start drooping, my balls lifting, and I’m seconds from coming.
“Come for Daddy,” I tell her. “Come on, baby, come on Daddy’s cock.”
That seems to do it for her. I knew it would. She was made for me.
Nessa comes, and her pussy squeezes my cock, milking it for cum. But I don’t want to come inside her. I wanna see the blood and make her suck it off.
I straddle her shoulders and put my cock on her lips. I see the small streak of her cum and blood there and wipe it with my thumb, then put it in my mouth for a taste. “Mmmm, how sweet are the treats. You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy. Now, suck his cock and swallow his milk.”
Gripping the headboard for leverage, I push into her mouth and fuck her face. I cum so hard, so deep into her throat, that I shoot right into her stomach, choking her on dick and cock milk.
I hang my head. My dick’s still jerking in her mouth. Her eyes are wide, staring up at me.
I smile and take my dick out, then lie next to her, facing her.
I brush her hair away from her face and bring her closer for some cuddles so she doesn’t feel the down as hard as it’s gonna hit her.
This period of time, after the glittery kinky fuckery, is important for her and me since I vowed to take care of her needs from here on out.
I tuck us under the fluffy feathered comforter and cover our heads.
She’s quiet. I’m quiet. We share a comfortable silence. For a minute.
“Hey, Blake?”
“Hm?”
“Do you think we’re making a mistake?”
“No.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because I know.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of?”
“What you can do to me.”
“Time will tell you what I’m gonna do to you. Let it. It’s inevitable.”
Nessa quiets, but I can almost see the wheels spinning in her head, and I note when a thought hits her. Her eyes light up, but she says nothing.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
I squeeze her bottom. “Tell me.”
“I’m getting married.”
I kiss her nose. “Me too.”