4. Gator #2
I yank on the belt strap, cutting off her oxygen.
“Those aren’t the words you're allowed to speak. Almost four years have been taken from us, Pet. You won’t take anymore.
” I slide my hand down her body, wrapping her panties around my bear-paw fist before ripping them off her beautiful body.
I grab my knife, flipping it open to cut her tank top off.
This time, I’m so worked up I throw the knife down onto the table, where it sticks out of the dark surface. She gasps in shock.
“Trey,” she pleads, tears in her eyes. I know this is overwhelming for her.
But I always take care of my pet. Hearing my name on her lips, my belt wrapped around her neck, is enough to make me almost cum in my pants.
It tells me more than any words ever could.
She still trusts me. Emma could stop this at any moment if she wanted to, but until that safe word is spoken, her body is mine to do with as I please.
“This is how it’s going to go, my beautiful little pet,” I whisper in her ear.
“Tomorrow, everyone will know you’re both mine.
I sent you away once, but you came back to me with our son.
This is your new house, my pet. I hope I built it the way you wanted.
You decorate it and make it a home for our family because you won’t be leaving me again.
I’m taking over. I know you’re overwhelmed, but your body still trusts me, Emma. Just gotta get your heart there.”
I pick her up and slam her down on top of the dining room table, covering my body with hers.
I lick the side of her face as I unbutton my jeans with my free hand.
I free my dick and mount her. Slamming inside of her in one thrust. At nine inches, she screams from the unexpected intrusion.
She’s completely soaked. It makes me groan low and deep out in pleasure as I feel like I’ve come home for the first time in years.
I pump into her twice, slowly taking my pleasure from her, reminding myself just how good it is between us.
Allowing myself my first moment of pure peace in years.
“Oh, fuck it hurts,” she moans. I know I’m a big guy.
I also didn’t warm her up like I normally would.
But she knows that right now it’s only about her understanding I own her and being back inside her tight little body.
I slowly rock in and out of her, getting her reacquainted with my size.
Until she begins moaning in pleasure. I stand up, yanking her forward by her hips, bringing her ass to the edge of the table before wrapping my hand back around my belt.
I rock into her slowly. “Did you let any other motherfucker touch what’s mine while I was gone?” She shakes her head violently. I tighten my belt. “Answer me, pet.” I need those words more than my next breath.
“No, I swear,” she pleads. I feel the beast within me start to retreat into his cage at her answer.
I lean my head down, licking her nipple before biting down.
She latches her hands into my hair, trying to keep me in place as she moans in pleasure.
I kiss up her beautiful skin, smelling the familiar scent that has been the backdrop of many nights alone.
I softly lick up her neck before sucking her earlobe into my mouth as I continue my slow strokes inside of her tight pussy.
Treating her gently, counteracting the belt I have tightened around her neck.
The feeling of her pussy squeezing me as I feel bliss for the first time in years makes me want to get down on my knees and thank the heavens for bringing her back home where she belongs, no matter the road traveled to get here.
“Not even the dead man walking who dared to threaten and hurt what’s mine? ” I growl in a whisper into her ear.
"Never,” she moans, so convinced it takes everything I have not to pound my chest in pride and ownership.
An evil smile crosses my lips. She never stopped being mine.
The tightness around my heart, locked in place for years, releases, and I feel whole again.
Like a new man, reborn, ready to take on whatever else life dishes out, so long as this woman is with me night after night.
“Good girl,” I groan as I slide in and out of her as slowly as I can without coming undone.
I pull out of her as she moans in protest, then dropping to my knees.
I throw her legs over my shoulders and yank on the belt.
“Look at me, my pet.” Her dilated eyes clash with mine.
“I own you, every fucking part of you. The rest we can figure out. Nod if you understand.” She nods yes, and because she’s being such a good girl, I reward her by diving face-first into my favorite pastime, eating my bitch’s pussy until she screams.
I latch my whole mouth on her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth.
My eyes roll into the back of my head at tasting her sweet pussy for the first time since going away to prison.
This was the coming home I should have had all those years ago.
She rewards me by gripping both hands into my hair and pushing me into her pussy further.
I lick her from ass to clit as I slide my finger into her tight pussy.
Finding that spot that is guaranteed to make her scream.
Just because I haven’t been face-first in this pussy in a few years doesn’t mean I don’t remember every inch of it.
I stroke it in a come-hither motion before I start tapping her G-spot, and just like clockwork, she squirts all over me as her knees grip my shoulders.
Her body arches as she moans out my name so deep that if I were a holy man, I would say she’s possessed. Just the way I want her.