Chapter 24 #2
One man lies down, sinking his face between her thighs, and gently kissing her hard clit, needing to taste her sweet cum on his tongue.
The other man ruthlessly holds her legs open, the raging, hard dick in his pants aching to plunge inside her and make her bleed.
“Oh God, Sire, yes.” She seems to love both.
Fisting my hair, she lifts her hips, smearing her wet pussy over my mouth. I’ve taught her this, how to seek her orgasm proudly.
“Do it,” she demands. “I’m your wife now. Put your fingers inside me. Please.”
Jesus, Jesus. I need help.
One man wants to carefully open her with his fingers first, but the other craves her first blood on his cock.
All I can do is answer this hunger inside me. It’s ruthless and right.
“You don’t get anything inside you until you come on my tongue, Angel. Do it.” I reach up, tugging at her taut nipple. “Be a good girl and make your virgin pussy come on your pastor’s face, right in front of his pulpit.”
“Oh, God.” Wren shivers, spreading her thighs wider as I suck her clit.
Fuck, yes, she’s getting off on this taboo, but it’s not wrong. It’s right. It’s us. We’re married before God.
For the first time, I touch her slick hole with my fingertip, and I groan. I forbade myself from touching her virgin cunt until now, and this is why.
This is mine.
I can’t hold back anymore.
Circling her waiting entrance—it’s pure, tight, wet silk—I flutter my tongue over her hard clit, and she gasps, responding to my new touch. Her thighs shake, and she comes with a sudden shudder. “Sire, please.”
“Good girl,” I praise, licking my lips. “Say it. Say you’re my good girl who wants me to fuck you now.”
“Please,” she pants, tugging on my shirt. “Please fuck me. Now.”
I can’t resist. I crawl up her body and kiss her with her cum on my tongue. She moans at the taste, gliding her hands over my exposed chest, caressing my hidden scars, and teasing my abs.
“I don’t feel good; I feel bad,” she growls into our kiss. “I feel like a naughty girl who wants you to fuck her right now.” She unzips my pants.
I’m a heavenly, horrible man for craving this sight…
My bride, in her ripped wedding gown, her tits exposed, her dress hiked up, her legs open, and her pussy so wet and waiting for me. All as she lies before my pulpit and expertly frees my hard dick from my boxer briefs. She wants to get fucked in my church, and I’m ready to answer her prayer.
Leaning over, I open the bag Delphine left for us. From it, I take the bottle of lube and the toy I told Delphine to buy.
I show it to Wren. “I’m going to use this vibrating cock ring. I’ll rub it against your clit and go slow, inch by inch. I’ll use lube, too.”
“Okay,” she whispers, wide-eyed.
“You say No or Stop, and I’ll listen. We can play kinky consent games months from now.”
“Weeks from now,” she insists, smiling.
“Such a naughty girl,” I smirk, drizzling a ribbon of lube over her pussy before covering my cock next. I slide the ring in place, just under my crown, in case that’s all she can take. I spared no expense for her pleasure. This is the best cock ring on the market.
I click it on and position myself at her entrance. Braced over her, my tip drips, sensing her wet heat, anticipating her tightest cunt. I want to kiss Wren while I do this, but her lips meet my chest.
“Look up at me, Angel. Let me watch your eyes while I make you mine.”
Like she can read my soul, she stares up at me and lifts her arms overhead like a sacrifice, bracing her wrists like they’re bound with her stigmata tattoos, confronting me.
“I’m yours, Sire,” Wren offers herself to me exactly like my vision.
My birth.
My death.
My salvation.
My wife.
An overwhelming urge seizes my body as her mouth parts, gasping as I hold her sacred wrists down and press my swollen tip inside her, shivers shooting down my spine to feel her finally.
It forces a deep groan up my throat, feeling our first penetration, at how her pussy’s so fucking tight and wet for me.
I tilt my hips, making the toy tease her clit. I need her to open for me because, goddamnitholyshit, her virgin cunt is resisting my cock, and it feels too good.
“Oh, God,” she sighs like she likes it. “Is that you or the toy?”
“It’s both,” I grunt, pressing my tip in more, watching her gorgeous face.
But she winces.
Fuck. I grit my teeth, making myself stop. “Breathe, Angel. Relax and let me in.”
With an exhale, she softens.
“That’s it. Now play with your nipples. I can’t reach them with my mouth, so pinch them for me. Be a good girl and stay wet for this cock. You’re going to take every inch of it, even if it takes us all night.”
I let go of her wrists and wait and watch, loving the sight of my bride playing with her hard nipples right in front of the altar, until she’s writhing for more of my cock. “Sire.” With a brutal, tugging pinch to both, she begs, “More! Fuck me more.”
Reaching down, I slide the ring lower on my shaft. Clicking it to vibrate at a higher speed, I suspect this next inch will make her bleed if she does.
I try to find the man in me, not the monster, while I brace on one hand, and use my other to rub her clit until the toy can reach it. “Breathe with me, Wren. Exhale.” She watches my eyes, trusting as I clench my molars and slowly push another inch inside her.
“Oh!” She cries out.
Fuck, she’s clenching around me. She’s tight. So, fucking tight.
“Wren?” I grunt, “Angel, are you okay? Open your eyes.”
She nods, fluttering her lashes open, her lungs huffing for air. “I’m… I’m okay.”
“Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “It did. It burned and now,” she pauses, “it’s just a lot of pressure.”
“Breathe with me, that’s how we’ll do this.”
Actually … I don’t know how we’ll do this.
I’m so fucking hard and huge for her, and she’s the tightest heaven I’ve ever felt. I know in time, she’ll stretch for me, and I’m a sick devil because part of me doesn’t want it. I want this taboo first forever.
But most of me, her husband, wants her to expand and explore. I want Wren to be open and taking every damn thing she wants.
Her fingertips caress my abs. They’re flexing to hold back. “I’m okay,” she assures. “I want it, Sire. Keep going.”
I glance down at where we’re joined to be sure … and delicious, evil shudders whip down my spine.
Wren’s blood.
My wife’s virgin blood.
Drops bloom on the white lace of her wedding dress. Slowly, I pull out an inch and see my salvation on my glistening shaft. I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I crave it. I need it.
Carefully, I pull all the way out.
“What are you doing?” She grabs for me.
“You’re pussy’s bleeding for me. I just opened you, and I need to taste it.”
This is the man with the breeding kink. This one loves that we’re still animals, ruled by raw urges and ruthless instincts. This man takes what he wants.
When I put my mouth on Wren’s swollen pussy, tasting her blood, desire, and the edible lube, I’m home. I slowly glide two fingers into her for the first time, inside where I belong.
Gently hooking them, I rub her most sensitive spot, and she moans, writhing her hips and fucking my fingers back. I suck her clit, then her blood off my digits before sliding them back inside her, slowly pumping them and stretching her open.
In minutes, my bloody bride is screaming and coming again.
Good God, I want her.
Nothing but her.
Rising up her body, I slide the cock ring to my base before guiding my hard tip back inside her. A groan chokes me. Fuck, her pussy’s the sweetest strangulation.
This time, she lifts her hips for me. This time, she takes me, slowly and inch by inch. She exhales, wrapping around me and begging for more.
My eyes roll, my molars clench, my pulse has tripled at how fucking tight, wet, and perfect she feels. I could die in ecstasy inside my wife’s pussy.
Sweat glistens on my body and hers.
The candles burn low.
My muscles ache with the restraint I’m using until finally, I’m buried all the way inside her, and gaze down, grieving for the first time our height difference.
I love how tiny Wren is. How mighty she is, too. How she makes me feel like a God, but I need to kiss her. I need to come. I need to fuck her with her lips on mine.
“Sire,” she gasps. “Can we… Can I…” She pushes against my chest. “Can I be on top?”
“Angel, that’s too much of me to take for your first time.”
“I can do it.”
And I can’t say no to her.
Not right now.
Scooping my arm under her waist, I shock her at how easily I can lift her like a doll. Flipping our bodies over, a swirl of white lace surrounds us, but I don’t lie back.
I sit with Wren straddling me, with my cock buried halfway inside her. Rustling with her lace, I lift her dress so we can see it.
“Fuck, Angel,” I grunt. “Look at your swollen pink cunt impaled on my thick cock.”
I rub her slick pink clit. She grabs my shoulders, rolling her eyes with a shudder, and I lick my lips.
I’m not feeling so godly anymore.
I’m immoral.
Lecherous.
Violently in love and lewd.
I rip the rest of her bodice open. It’s hanging on by threads like me. “Now, be a good bride in her wedding dress and ride your husband’s hard dick. Fuck him and prove your vows.”
Leaning forward, I shamelessly tongue her nipple, and she moans, lowering to take more of my shaft. Cupping my head, she makes me suck her sweet tits, while I grab handfuls of her lace, guiding her hips.
“That’s it, Angel,” I steam over her wet nipple, “you’re not a virgin anymore. You’re my dirty wife who’s going to ride my cock with this tight wet cunt until I come inside you.”
“Yes, Sire,” she sighs, gliding up and down my throbbing shaft, taking what she can until her slick cunt is full.
“You like that?” I brush my lips over hers. “Do you like being my good bride and fucking your husband’s thick cock until you make him pump his cum inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, and I squeeze her hips.
“Do you like being my bad girl and fucking your pastor in his church, and driving him fucking crazy with this tight, wet pussy choking his hard cock?” My eyes roll. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you, Wren.”
“Yes, Sire.” She shakes, grinding hard over the vibrating ring at my base. “Yes, I love being so bad for you.”
She’s molding to me, melding with me. We’re becoming one, and it’s potent. Her eyes lock on mine and…
We match.
We burn.
We belong.
I nip at her trembling lips. I need to know. “Do you want to be a good girl for me, Wren? Do you want all the dirty things I crave with you? Do you want all the dark things I need to do to my wife?”
“Yes. Yes, I want it. Sire…” She pants, “Please…”
She circles her hips faster, raising the heat in my spine. The fire in my blood. The craving in my cock. She’s fucking the man and the monster.
I’m not done with her.
I fist her hair and veil. “Do you want me to breed you, Wren? Do you want me to tie you up and fill you with my cum for days?”
“Oh, fuck yes.” She shakes, her lips huffing over mine. Her fingers dig into my neck.
Lightning starts shaking my thighs. The urge builds, drawing tight, fire cracking through my bones for her.
Only her.
I growl over her panting lips, “Do you want me to breed you, Wren? Naked and hard and in front of my brothers? Do you want me to let them suck your pretty tits and come on your lips and lick your sweet pussy before I fill you with my cum?”
“Ugh… fuck. Yes, Sire… Yes—” Wren bucks so hard, her eyes roll back, her body convulsing over mine. She can’t even scream at the new sensation seizing her body; her first orgasm with her tight, pussy clenching around my thick, pulsing cock.
God.
She’s breaking.
She’s beautiful.
She’s mine now.
“Fuck, Wren.” I can’t wait any longer. “Oh fuck, I feel your pussy coming for me.” I have to thrust hard into her, and I do.
Falling back on the carpet, I trap her hips, holding her still while I hammer my cock so fucking brutally hard inside her tight cunt. I watch her, crying out, but the instinct is too powerful, the vision too strong.
I’m possessed, gazing up at her, then the cross, then back at my salvation, my Wren, and the spirit makes me roar—my back bows. I strain. I can’t breathe until I rise, grabbing her into a kiss as I groan, releasing and coming so hard inside her, I see heaven.
My heaven.
My wife.
Will I fulfill every vow I made to her tonight? Dirty and divine?
God and the Devil help me, I will.