Chapter 27 #2
When his cock pops free, I suck in a breath and hold it.
I’ve seen it many times. I’ve had it in my mouth.
But this is different. He’s going to fill my pussy.
Not only that, but he’s made it clear that he intends to thrust into my untouched cunt hard and fast. He wants it to hurt.
He has some deep need to absorb my pain and live it with me.
Like a ritual bonding experience or something.
I want that, too. I want to give him this gift. I want his eyes on mine while he takes me.
He climbs between my legs and smooths his palms up and down my inner thighs. “Your cunt is soaked for me.”
“Yes…”
“Your nipples are so hard. They need attention.”
I nod.
“I’m not going to ease you into this, baby. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice wobbles.
“I’ll give you a million orgasms, but after I make you mine. First, I’m going to thrust into you. We’re going to ruin this white bedding.”
Flinching, I nod again. I’m lying on a fluffy white comforter.
It looks brand new. It’s really pretty. Now I realize he put it here on purpose so he could use it in our marital ritual.
He wants to fuck me in the middle of it.
He wants it to bear the fruits of our love as I bleed and our combined come runs out of me.
I shudder at the image. So fucking filthy and hot.
He leans over me, planting his hands, hovering. “Are you ready to be fully mine, Victoria?”
“Yes, Blaze,” I say with confidence. I’m scared out of my head, but I want this.
He drops down and takes only a few seconds to link our hands together, stretching mine over my head. He presses my knuckles into the comforter and meets my gaze. “You’ll look at me while I take your innocence.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. More tears fall. I’m so full of love it’s going to explode out of me.
Without further warning, Blaze surges forward, his cock forcing its way into my virgin cunt, tearing me in two.
All the blood leaves my head. I think I might faint. I can’t breathe. But I don’t look away. I hold my husband’s gaze, giving him this, giving him all of me, giving him my pain and my innocence.
His expression is intense. “Take a breath, baby,” he finally says. “Deep inhale.” He doesn’t move, and I’m grateful. I’m afraid it will hurt.
My pussy is fluttering around his cock as if it’s stunned. It had no warning. How could I have warned my cunt of what was coming when I didn’t grasp it myself?
“Hurts,” I whisper.
“I know it hurts, baby. Give it to me. Let me absorb it. Eyes, baby. Don’t look away.”
I blink, realizing I closed them.
“Good girl. Relax your pussy, Victoria. I promise it’s going to feel much better in a moment.”
I try, but it’s impossible to believe him. I wonder how much blood there is. How do people do this again?
His lips come to mine. He kisses me, tenderly at first, and then with more passion until we’re moaning into each other and I forget the pain.
By the time he releases my lips, I need something. I need him to move.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He eases partway out and back in, never looking away from me.
I grit my teeth, prepared for more discomfort, but it doesn’t come. It feels tight. The pressure is intense, but the sting is gone.
Blaze takes his time, sliding in and out. His face is tight, his jaw tense. He’s holding back. It makes me feel powerful, like the time I sucked him. He may be my bossy husband, nearly always in charge, but he’s going to be putty every time he’s inside me.
I lift my hips as much as I can, angling myself to let him get deeper. Moaning when the pressure turns to pleasure.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, you feel good. I need you to come on my cock, baby.”
Come?
For a moment, I think he’s delusional. How could I reach orgasm now after he’s split me in two?
But something changes. He keeps pushing deeper. The base of his cock grinds against my clit. Suddenly, it’s too much. My eyes roll back. I moan long and loud as the need grows.
And then I’m there. Right on the edge. My body hovers in that deliciously blissful state before shattering as my orgasm consumes me, gripping his cock with every pulse of my release.
He follows me, shouting as he pushes deep and holds still. His body jerks with the waves of his orgasm, filling me with his seed.
Somehow, I know I’m going to get pregnant tonight. It’s a weird feeling I have. The timing is right. I have no doubt I’m ovulating. And he’s going to fuck me relentlessly to make sure there is no other outcome.
We’re both panting. He grins and starts kissing all over my face. “Fuck, I love you. I’m humbled. What a precious gift.”
He finally eases out, rising onto his knees. He keeps his hands on my thighs when I try to close them. “No,” he orders, his gaze on my pussy. “Let me look at you.”
I lift my head to see his cock. It’s covered with come. It’s also pink, so I know there’s blood.
His fingers slide closer to my entrance. He opens me, pulling my folds apart and leaning down to examine me. “So sexy,” he says reverently.
“Is there a lot of blood?” I ask. “I should clean up.” My face is flushed with embarrassment. This is more exposed than I’ve ever been. I’m certain most men do not examine their women so closely after taking their virginity. It’s so dirty.
“Not much, baby. Does it hurt?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
He drags a finger through my wet folds. “I love seeing my come dripping out of you. Next time, I’m going to plug you so it can’t leak out, but this first time I needed to see.”
“Can I clean up now?” I want him to stop looking. It’s making me feel self-conscious.
“No, baby. You may never clean up after we make love. You will do as I say. Sometimes, I will fill you with a vaginal plug to hold it in. Sometimes, I will watch my seed sliding out of you. I’ll decide when to clean you up. Don’t ask again.”
I shudder. My clit pulses at his bossy demand. “Yes, Sir.” And I mean it. I won’t ask again. My pussy is his now. I will defer to him and let him beat his chest while he stares at my messy cunt.
His hand comes to my stomach. “You’ll be carrying my baby soon.”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” The idea is still scary, but I’m not as stressed about it as I was a week ago.
Was that only a week ago?
Seven days since he found me in a ravine and claimed me as his wife? And now I’ll be pregnant in however long it takes for semen to find and burrow into one of my eggs. Hours?
Nine months from now, I’ll give birth to this Wilde man’s baby. He’ll control every aspect of my life. He’ll decide when I nurse our baby and when to pump. I have no doubt he’ll arrange me on my hands and knees and milk me like a cow. He’s filthy like that.
And so am I.
I love him with all my heart.
Which is a good thing because we’re married now, and I’m hours away from being pregnant.