Chapter 30 Tristan
TRISTAN
“Iloved the first dress, but this one…” I groan low in my throat as I gently place her down on the floor, thinking how to prolong savoring her when I am burning up to have her already.
I want to imprint this image in my brain of my wife giving herself to me—bright smile and deep trust. The things I treasure most.
From the moment she set those mesmerizing green eyes on me, I was done. She spun her web around me, hooking me in for good—becoming my everything.
She lets out a stuttered breath, betraying she’s just as affected as I am. “Do you like it?” she murmurs.
“I fucking love it.”
She keeps surprising me, but I think my woman will never cease to amaze me.
“Fuck if I deserve you, but I don’t care. I am the worst sinner who finds absolution in you. Will do my best to be worthy of you. Be the best man for you.”
Lifting onto her toes, she palms my cheeks and peppers kisses all over my face. “You are. You so are…”
“Tell me you’re mine. Just fucking mine.”
“Just yours. I swear, Tristan,” she says, her voice soaked in honesty that thrusts me deeper into madness.
With a brush of my hand, I slip the delicate straps that hold the dress off her. It slides down her body and rumples at her feet, uncovering my woman in all her glorious beauty—so perfect that no mortal should be able to peek at her without going blind.
She wears a white stocking attached to a lace thong, her cherry nipples puckering, so succulent and ripe, enticing me to feast on them. With her, exercising patience edges on the side of torment.
I round her just to memorize this exquisite woman, snapping a mental picture of her letting me back in—the place I won’t leave again. Nothing short of death could, but I’d make a thousand deals with the devil just to savor her for an eternity.
I know it.
She knows it.
At her back, I slide my finger down her spine, battling a losing fight with my desire. She owns me. My heart. My focus. My life.
“I’ll give you the world,” I say it like a vow.
“I just need you,” she moans, eyeing me over her shoulder.
“I wasn’t asking.”
A radiant smile stretches across her face, and she bites her lip. “I’m nervous.”
“I know, baby, but trust me.”
She nods, and I turn her to me, knowing I won’t risk that again.
Wanting to pour every bit of my love into her, I kiss her with reckless abandon so the seed will grow, and she never doubts that she means everything to me. She is my everything. My greatest motivation. My sole reason.
Lowering onto my knees, I wrap my teeth along the fabric, peeling her thong down and kissing along her legs as I stand up.
On edge and desperate to satisfy a bottomless need, I nuzzle her toward the bed. She falls, a moan of surrender escaping her lush mouth, urging me to join her into sweet oblivion.
I slip off my polo while my gaze fixes on her, gorging on her beauty.
Then, I make quick work of removing my slacks, boxers, and shoes. Naked, I pump my length up and down, not knowing if I want to slow down my lust or stoke it into a flame that ravishes us both.
Her dark hair surrounds her like a halo, a painting of passion unveiling before my eyes as she opens her legs in invitation. One I am too eager to accept. Nothing is ever enough to satiate my desire for her.
Mad. Hungry. Desperate. No control whatsoever over the heart she claimed, the body built to hold and worship her, the cock that has never been this hard for anyone else.
The mattress dips under my weight as I climb on top of her, bearing the shape of two bodies joining in fiery passion and carnal desire.
“Angle your knees to your chest,” I command, my voice sounding hoarse.
She does as instructed, the most beautiful pussy, all pink and glistening, swollen with desire, greeting me.
“Such a greedy pussy,” I say, cupping it.
Lust stirs inside me, overruling everything else but the need to claim, show her who she belongs to.
“Your fault.”
I rub my thumb in circles around her clit leisurely, opposite of the hunger ravaging me. “I’ll fuck this pussy first, then your ass. Both holes are mine.”
Her eyes glaze over, the sexual haze engulfing us both.
Gripping my cock, I shove myself inside her heated core in one go. “Jesus Christ,” I grit out.
She squeezes me so well, my vision blackens for a moment. I doubt I will ever get enough of her.
“You’re so deep,” she says, voice scratchy, lost in her pleasure as I pump in and out of her, keeping her on edge.
I want her mad with desire, desperate for a release she’ll beg me to fuck her ass.
Reaching over, I open the drawer and pluck the lube and a plug from the nightstand.
“I need to prepare you first,” I groan, struggling to control the unyielding desire. “I’ll come back to fuck your pussy and make you come.”
I tell her just as much as myself because once inside her, I forget my damn mind.
My cock throbs, not understanding the benefits of patience when all he craves is to be sheathed in her heavenly folds.
Coating my fingers in lube, I slowly ease one finger to my knuckle, then add a second. Her asshole is even tighter than her pussy. She will strangle my cock to death. What a fucking way to go.
She squirms, but I place my other hand on her belly to keep her in place, sucking on her nipples to distract her. I wish the experience to be just as pleasurable for her.
When she takes two fingers and arches her back for more, I slip my fingers out and pour a generous amount of lube on the plug.
It’s not enough preparation. “Fuck, mo run. This can wait. We have time.”
I don’t want to hurt her. I’d rather cut my dick off. Just like with her virginity, she will need some time to adjust to my length.
She clasps my arms, looking me dead in the eye. “No, tonight. I want you to take my ass tonight.” Her voice drips with resolution, erasing my will.
Only hearing her say that gets me so fucking hard, the head turns an angry purple, ejecting pre-cum.
“Press against it. Relax,” I groan, on the edge of madness.
Inch by inch, I bury the plug inside of her, praising her. “You’re doing so well. Look at your ass sucking the plug in. Such a greedy hole, just like your pussy.”
“I’m so full,” she moans, chest heaving.
She will be even fuller in a moment. I chuckle as I guide my cock back inside of her.
Wrapping my hand around her neck, our eyes lock, and I shove myself to the hilt inside of her. Nothing is more potent than being buried in my woman, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, overwhelmed in the best way, stretched out and filled beyond her capacity to take.
She thrashes under me, kneading the sheet hard enough she might rip the fabric. “Oh my god.”
“Do you think he’ll take pity while you let the devil fuck you?”
She shivers. “For you, I’ll sin until my last breath and beyond.”
Potent emotions grip me in a chokehold. “You’ll be mine even in the afterlife?”
“Are you asking?” she breathes out.
I pull out until just the head remains nestled inside her, her pretty pink lips wrapped around me, her muscles constricting to suck me back in. It makes me feel like a fucking god, loving to play with her senses and make her lose her mind with pleasure.
I thrust back in, stealing her breath. “No, informing.”
She smiles as I fuck her until she shatters so beautifully for me, triggering my own release, and I fill her up with my seed.
A low groan vibrates in my throat when I notice the mess I made of her pussy—red and swollen, glistening with our releases.
“Show me what I deposited inside this greedy pussy. Press my cum out,” I say, the sticky white cum leaking and painting her folds while I brush it along her slit and rub the mess into her folds.
Her pupils dilate, the black almost swallowing the green. Mindless with lust. Drunk on me. Just how I prefer her.
Curling my fingers around the handle, I draw out the plug, then push it back inside of her, her tight hole stretching around the toy.
A sheen of sweat covers her skin, and I brush my palm down the valley of her breasts. “You’re doing so well, my baby, letting me prepare your asshole for me to fuck.”
I don’t even know if she can hear me. She writhes and thrashes in bed, appearing lost in a trance.
That quickly ends when I pull the plug out and replace it with my cock.
She gasps, her breathing picking up.
“Just like with the plug,” I rasp, inching the head inside.
“The plug is miniature in comparison,” she breathes out.
I smirk. “Stroke my ego even more. It just makes me harder, and fuck if I’ve been this hard before.”
She gulps as she watches the head of my cock breaching her hole. The sight is as erotic as it is addictive, just like the feeling of her muscles giving in, accepting me.
Fuck me. I might die by the time I am fully inside her. So damn good, I am a goner.
She bites her bottom lip hard enough to leave teeth marks, redirecting my focus.
“Don’t break the skin,” I demand, lowering myself over her and kissing her, going deeper inside of her.
Her body falls apart so beautifully for me—every tremble, every gasp and moan reverberating through me.
It takes inhuman strength to ease myself in when everything in me roars to fuck her, claim her already.
“Please, Tristan,” she whines, digging her nails into my arms, breaking the skin just like my control.
I push myself to the hilt inside her tight hole, strangling the life out of my cock. Good fucking God, the pleasure is maddening.
She cries out, tugging at the last rope of my sanity.
“Shhh, I am in. All in,” I rasp, running my mouth along her neck, kissing every exposed inch to distract her from the intrusion.
She arches up her spine and bites into my chest hard enough she might draw blood, but she just took my cock in her last virgin hole. She can bleed me dry if she wants to.
“You did so well,” I praise, caressing her hair.
She smells of flowers and sex. Fresh sunshine and sensual dusk. Like my beginning and end. Like mine.
Her face scrunches up, the discomfort clear. “I don’t know if I can take it.”