Chapter 24
Arianna
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m on my hands and knees, letting my husband milk my dry breasts. And the more bizarre part is that I like it. I’m flushed and aroused. My pussy feels empty. Desperation consumes me.
The machine almost hurts. I know he has it on a low setting, but my tits aren’t used to being suctioned. They’re going to be sore tomorrow. Bruised. And I’m glad. Every time I wince, I’ll remember this kinky scene from our wedding night.
“I’m going to push a finger into your cunt, baby,” Dallas tells me.
I need that so badly that I whimper at the mention of it. He’s never penetrated me with anything. He’s left me hanging and needy all week. The moment he eases his finger into me, I stop breathing.
“That’s my girl. Such a good girl and so naughty at the same time.” He thrusts his finger deeper. “Come on my hand, baby. After you coat me with your cream, I’ll remove the pump and give you what you’ve been waiting for.”
The promise of his cock is the last thing I need for my body to reach its peak.
I shudder as the waves of pleasure wash through me.
I hate that he removes his finger, but he does so to disconnect me from the pump and the kinky spreader bar, and then I’m on my back, and he’s scooting me to the middle of the bed.
A moment later, he’s hovering over me, kneeling between my legs, staring down at me. His cock is bobbing thick and hard between us. Precome is dripping from the tip.
His gaze roams all over my body hungrily. He pauses at my breasts. “There will be bruises around your areolas tomorrow.”
“Mmm hmm.” I glance down at the red rings. “I can’t wait,” I admit. I reach for him, but he sits back on his ankles and delves into the bag again.
I hadn’t realized there was anything else in there, and my breath hitches when he holds up a plug. It’s like the one he used the other day in my bottom, but this one is larger. I clench my ass cheeks and shake my head.
He grins. “It’s not for your bottom this time. This is going into your cunt after I empty my seed in you.”
I shiver. My nipples grow harder. This man is so intense, and he means business when he talks about getting me pregnant. The truth is there’s a solid chance I could get pregnant tonight, and that likelihood is going to increase tenfold if he plugs my pussy, trapping his come.
The idea makes me oddly hornier, and I lift my hips off the bed. “Please…”
Dallas plants one palm on my abdomen to press me against the mattress, and then he pushes his finger into me yet again.
“Please, please, please,” I beg. I need more. I need him . I need to feel his girth inside me.
“You’re so tight, baby. Let me stretch you first.”
My head lolls back and forth as he adds a second finger and scissors them. I’m going to come. I would rather hold off until he’s inside me, but he has other plans. He knows my body well. It won’t surprise him when I orgasm around his fingers.
I buck and writhe when he adds a third finger. “ Dallas ,” I cry out.
My husband pulls his fingers out, drops down between my legs, and thrusts his cock into me all the way to the hilt.
I gasp, my eyes rolling back. His cock is so tight inside me, but it doesn’t hurt. It just feels like pressure.
He grabs my hands in his, threads our fingers together, and drags my arms above my head. Holding me firmly in place, he kisses me. It’s not a quick peck, either. He kisses me with all the passion and need simmering between us. We devour each other with desperation, sucking and licking.
I finally break free to beg, “Move, Dallas. Do it again.” I need the friction more than I need my next breath.
He eases almost all the way out and thrusts back in deeper.
I gasp. Holy shit. It feels so good.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod. “More. Oh, God. Please…”
Dallas pulls out, hesitates, and then lurches forward, filling me again.
“ Yes ,” I scream. I don’t know if other people fuck like this, but apparently, we do. I want this. I want everything. I want him to fuck me until I have no coherent thoughts left.
He gives me what I crave, fucking me harder and harder until he holds himself deep and grinds the base of his cock against my clit. “Come, Arianna. Now.”
I obey him because it’s the only thing I know how to do in this moment. As soon as my orgasm grips his erection, he groans loud enough to shake the roof. Short little bucks of his hips accompany his release.
When he’s spent, he lowers his forehead to mine, grinning broadly. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Mrs. Wilde.” He’s breathing heavily. So am I.
“So are you, Mr. Wilde.” It’s hard to breathe with him resting on top of me. I squirm. “Need oxygen.”
He rises onto his knees between my legs, grabs the plug I’ve almost forgotten about, and immediately pushes it into me. It’s not as wide as his cock, but it’s tight.
Dallas brings my knees together and bends them up toward my chest. He tips them so far that my ass lifts off the bed. And that’s when he stuffs a pillow under my lower back.
I start giggling. “Is this really necessary?”
He holds me in this position and leans over to kiss me. “Every time I fuck you, you’re going to hold my come inside you until I say otherwise.”
I can’t catch my breath. How is he so intensely hot even after fucking the daylights out of me? He rocks my knees higher, pressing them against my swollen, sore tits.
“I’m going to start reading those breeder romances of yours, so I’ll know what kinky shit turns you on.”
It’s kind of late for my face to heat, but it does. This man is going to rock my world for the rest of my life. And I’m down for it every step of the way.
He drops onto his side next to me, props himself up on an elbow, and stares at me. His hand is still holding my knees. He means business on this getting me pregnant issue.
“I’m so fucking glad you moved to Wilde and took over the library.”
“Me, too,” I whisper.
“I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love another human.”
“I love you that much, too,” I tell him.
“I’m going to pretend to milk your tits until you get pregnant, baby. Do you know why?”
“Because it makes me horny.”
His grin widens. “Exactly.”
“Can I lower my legs now, please, you crazy fool?”
He leans over and kisses me. “Nope.”
I roll to my side, facing away from him, and let my knees fall to the mattress.
Dallas rises behind me and tickles me. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
I start laughing and can’t stop. “Dallas! I’m going to pee myself. Stop!”
He finally relents and cups my face.
I’m grinning from ear to ear. I can’t stop.
But he is, too. He looks so happy. He looks like I feel.
Our relationship happened fast. It went from zero to one hundred in the time it took for him to ask me if my matronly, horn-rimmed glasses had prescription lenses.
He’s made my heart race from that first moment.
He saw into me. He saw through me. He saw me .
He’s seeing me now. He’ll always see me.
He’s the love of my life.