6. Sierra #2
“That’s right. My wife is on her knees with my dick in her mouth and she loves every second of it, don’t you, Sierra.” It’s not a question. “Play with my pussy. I want you to stroke your clit, but you are not allowed to come unless I tell you to. Understand?”
Frantically, I move to obey. I’m desperate to climax.
I need the release. Yet all I allow myself to do is circle the tight, swollen nub at the peak of my sex with two fingers.
More for show than effective. The whole time, my breasts are hot and heavy with need.
He thrusts into my throat, forcing me to take him.
He doesn’t ask permission. He commands every part of my body, from the timing of my gasping, ragged breaths to the tension coiling in my core to the rug burning my knees. I am at his mercy.
“Fuck, Sierra, I’m close.” He grunts, then shoves his cock all the way to the hilt. I taste salt and slickness on the back of my tongue. A hot gush, followed by another, and another. I’m drowning in him. My pussy has never been so wet and needy.
At last, he shudders once and withdraws. I can breathe again, but the masculine scent of his skin lingers. A thread of cum stretches between his throbbing, still-hard cock and my lips, connecting us. It feels strangely intimate.
“You didn’t come, did you?” he demands.
“No, Nik.”
“Good. Get up.”
I stagger to my feet.
“You’re a virgin,” he says, gripping my chin. I nod within the tight confines of his hand. “If I find otherwise, you’ll regret lying to me. Be honest now.”
“I’ve never slept with anyone. Or given head before. My parents taught me that I should only do that with my husband. That’s you, Nik.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, those icy-blue orbs hidden for a moment.
“Good.” He scoops me into his arms, princess-style, and carries me into the bedroom of this luxury apartment-style hotel room.
There, he places me on the bedspread and yanks my legs open.
“This will hurt. I’m not small, and I won’t be gentle.
I want you to feel every inch of me going into you.
I want to feel your innocence break on my cock. ”
His words should horrify me. All I feel is a pulse of agonized need. “Please,” I beg him. My pride has fled the scene and my pussy with her taste for bad men has won, and I can’t force myself to care about the consequences anymore.
“First, I’m going to get this pussy ready to take me.
” He drops to his knees and shoulders his way between my thighs, holding them apart while he drags his tongue up my center.
I exhale in a long whine at the unexpected sensation.
His tongue is hot and thorough in exploring my folds.
I could come from this alone, but he dips low.
Abandons me to test the thin barrier of my hymen.
“You’re dripping wet for me, Sierra. I’m going to let you come now.
Just once. Then, when I’m satisfied that you can handle me, I’ll let you come as much as you need to.
You have been waiting a long time for me to find you. Haven’t you?”
I can hardly summon a coherent thought. I babble some kind of agreement, but it comes out as “Yes, please, I’ll be so good for you, Nik. Please fuck me.”
“Soon. I’ll fuck this pussy when I’m damn good and ready.
” He spits on my cunt, then smears the mess around with his tongue until I’m so slick I know I can take his giant cock.
“Play with your clit again,” he says, rising to his feet and shucking his pants before positioning his enormous cock at my entrance. “Come when I tell you to.”
Eagerly I snake my hand down and tease my clit. He stares at me in full concentration. Watching.
“Now.”
I let myself go over the edge. At the same time, he presses forward as roughly as the way he shoved his cock into my mouth. Pain and pleasure mix into an exquisite cocktail. I’m drunk, drowning, tearing—
Pain sears up my insides. Tears leak down from the corners of my eyes, chasing the salt trails of ones that escaped while he was in my mouth.
He is rearranging my organs. I pulse hard around him.
My back bends. A scream tears out of me.
I can’t say whether it’s one of agony or the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced.
Where one stops and the other ends. At last, he’s seated so deeply inside me that I feel my organs pushed aside to make space for him.
My husband.
He stares down at me with intense focus, and withdraws.
I whimper protest, but he slams forward again, driving even deeper.
Shocked, I grip his forearm for balance and lock my ankles around his waist. Nik moves his hand to my throat and withdraws again.
Suddenly, it clicks. Instinct kicks in, and I move to meet his next thrust.
“That’s it, Sierra. My beautiful virgin wife. My stolen bride.” He grits this out in time with his pounding into my body and the squeezes to my throat. “I’m going to make you pregnant. Fill my pretty little mate’s belly with heirs.”
A shudder racks my body. Coming again. He braces one arm above me and drives deeper than I thought possible. The same hot, sticky rush of fluid hits deep in my core. I pulse around him, milking his cum into my womb.
“Yes,” I whisper, trembling with fear and anticipation. What am I doing? What have I done? I will be tied to Nik forever.
And I can’t wait.