Chapter 25 #2
My voice is scratchy and foreign. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“What if I want to suck your cock dry sometimes?” I ask, shocked by my ability to be so bold.
His erection jerks against the small of my back as I say those words.
It makes me feel powerful. At least I have this one thing.
This small power over him. He can’t resist me.
I’ve never wrapped my mouth around a cock before, of course, but I will make sure I’m so damn good at it that it’s all he can think about when he looks at my mouth.
“Mmm…” He licks my neck and then bites on my earlobe. “Naughty girl.”
I smile, feeling pretty proud of myself.
“Smug, too. So confident…”
He reads me well.
“I hate to burst your bubble, baby, but all my come goes in your pussy until you’re knocked up. We can renegotiate after that.”
I nibble on my lip. He’s serious, and once again he’s made my pussy clench. I’m dying here, and all he’s giving me is the gentle strokes of his fingers over my lips and clit.
The truth is that my periods are pretty regular, and I’m probably ovulating now. The thought still makes me nervous even though he has managed to literally paint a picture of our future that any woman would swoon over.
In the past several days, he’s painted more portraits of me. They make my jaw drop. Most of them are of me lounging on the chaise. A few are of a future, gigantic me with a round belly and huge tits.
Any of his paintings would sell in a heartbeat.
He’s that good. Yesterday, I finally gave him permission to sell some of them, but only the ones that are more discreet.
I’m okay with the paintings where my legs are hiding my pussy and I have an arm draped over my breasts to cover my tits.
They are risqué for sure, but not as embarrassing as the entire town seeing me butt-naked.
He’s not planning to sell them locally. He’ll send a few to galleries in other states.
I’ve decided if anyone ever confronts me to proudly tell them, “Yes, that’s me. Isn’t my husband an amazing artist?” Because he is, and hiding all his recent portraits would be tragic.
I gasp and arch back into him when he suddenly pushes his middle finger into me, yanking me back to the present. He lowers his hand from my neck to my breast again and pinches my nipple until I whimper. It hurts so good when he does that.
“Mine…” he growls.
“Yours…” I respond.
After easing his finger out, he brings it to my lips and paints them with my juices. “Taste yourself, baby. Taste what I get to feast on.”
I open my mouth and wantonly suck my own arousal from his finger.
“Good girl.” He walks us forward until we reach the bed, and then he leans me over the edge so I’m on my stomach, my toes barely touching the floor.
I lift my hands above my head as he holds me down with a palm on my lower back. His other hand goes to my pussy again. “Spread your legs, Reagan. As wide as you can.”
It’s hard for me to get them very far apart in this position. I can barely touch the floor.
His fingers tease my entrance for a few seconds before he eases his middle finger into me again. It feels so good. My vision blurs as I try to focus.
Tiago is painstakingly slow, driving me to the edge over and over and then removing his intrusion. I’m sure I squirm so violently that he has no choice but to hold me down. The more I wiggle, the more pressure he puts on my torso. He also presses a knee between my thighs, forcing them wider.
“You’re going to come on my fingers, baby. Just like this.”
I suck in a breath when he adds a second finger.
The stretch feels so good. I know it’s still not as full as I’ll be with his shaft, but he’s giving me a taste of nirvana.
The moment he reaches as far as he can and spreads his fingers, I detonate.
My body convulses around his fingers, my pussy milking him the way it will his cock when he enters me.
I’m gasping for air as waves of pleasure consume me, but I’m not fully satisfied. I need his erection inside me. I need to feel him come against my cervix. I want his cock to explode and fill me so very full.
I lift my head. “Please…” I beg loudly.
Tiago removes his fingers, wraps an arm around my middle, and pulls me up to standing so fast that the air rushes from my lungs.
He flattens my back to his chest, lays one arm up between my breasts to grip my jaw, and brings his other hand in front of my mouth.
His fingers are dripping with my arousal.
“Suck, baby. I want you to lick your juices and know how good you taste when I eat you.”
My body shudders at the command and the way he’s holding me so firmly, including my neck and jaw.
I obey him because I can’t stop myself. I will always obey my demanding man.
I do it again because drawing his wet fingers into my mouth makes his cock pulse against my lower back and causes him to moan.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my ear while I suckle his fingers. “Suck, baby. Someday, after your belly is growing with my child, I’ll let you suck my cock. Practice with my fingers.”
I whimper as I draw his two fingers in deeper, teasing him with how far I can take them and how hard I can suck. When he growls at my efforts, I take him deeper.
My taste is strange, but it’s not bad. I assume his come will be salty. My own juices are sweeter.
Suddenly, he pulls his hand away from my mouth and lowers it to my pussy. He rubs my clit hard and fast, still holding me upright with his other hand against my neck.
“Lift your legs, Reagan. Bend your knees. I want you to set them on the bed.” He pushes forward against the mattress as I obey him. “Wide, baby. Spread those thighs as much as you can.”
His fingers are still rubbing my clit as I widen my legs while he pushes me downward. I reach for his forearm against my jaw with both hands as a twinge of fear consumes me. I know he won’t hurt me, but I’m on the edge again. I’m going to come. And he’s gripping my throat.
“Relax, Reagan. Take a breath. I’m not cutting off your oxygen. I’m just holding you.”
I inhale through my nose. He’s right. He’s not squeezing my throat. He’s just giving me the sensation that he could . He’s showing me that he’s in control.
His lips come to my ear. “Lower your arms. Trust me to make you feel good.”
I drop my hands to my thighs and push lower, grinding my needy pussy against his fingers.
Tiago reaches back farther, shoves three fingers into my channel, and presses his palm against my clit.
I scream as another orgasm consumes me. I can’t escape his hold. I’m pinned so thoroughly that all I can do is accept his demands on my body and let the waves of pleasure wash through me again.
The world is spinning when he releases me, grabs my hips, and turns me around before lowering me onto the bed. He drags me to the center, climbs between my legs like a feral cat after its prey, and presses his entire body against me.
His cock is lodged at my entrance. He brings his lips to mine and kisses me with all the passion I saw in his eyes before mine rolled into my skull. He threads our fingers together, holds mine above my head, and gives me an inch of his cock.
I writhe and moan into his mouth before wrenching free. “Fuck me, Tiago. Do it. I’m dying.”
He thrusts all the way to the hilt, crying out loud enough for the people in town to hear. It’s a primal shriek that makes my pussy tighten around him. The stretch is tremendous, but the twinge of pain is gone in an instant, replaced by a driving need.
I attempt to buck my hips, but I’m pinned firmly to the bed. “ Tiago ,” I shout. “For the love of God, move .”
He pulls almost out and thrusts back in. When I’m finally able to focus on his face, I see the deep lines between his eyes, pinched from… He’s trying not to come.
But I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to orgasm. It’s powerful knowing he can’t stop himself with me. I squeeze his fingers. “Fill me, Tiago. Fucking empty yourself against my cervix.”
He growls louder than before as he tips his head back and lets himself go. His body convulses against me. I swear I can feel his cock jerking with every squirt of his hot come deep inside me.
When he finally settles, he’s breathing heavily and smiling like he won the lottery. But I’m the one who won the lottery. I married this dominant older man, and he’s going to fuck me over and over until I’m filled with his child.
A sigh of contentment escapes my lips as I return his smile.
He’s still twitching inside me, and his body is heavy against mine, but I don’t ask him to pull out and let me breathe because I know he will not. He doesn’t want his come to escape my pussy. He’s on a primal mission, and I have no doubt he will succeed. I’m secretly hoping so.