“You’re the first person I’ve ever done this for,” he answers, the honesty clear in his voice.
God, why can’t he be an asshole player? It would be so much easier to say no if he weren’t so earnestly devoted.
Instead of saying anything else, he leans down and licks my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves until I’m grinding my pussy into his face, squirming against him as I fight to come. But just as I’m about to implode, he stops again, pulling away from me and leaving me hanging on the verge, so close, yet so far away from bliss.
“Knight, oh my god, make me come. Please. I need you,” I beg, uncaring of how he’s turned me from furious with righteous indignation at his caveman behavior to a begging, pleading mess.
Tilting his head to the side, he assesses me like he’s cataloging my responses.
“Knight,” I pant, lifting my hips from the bed and shoving my cunt closer to his face.
Instead of touching me, he keeps staring at me, silent, calm, annoyingly unruffled when I feel unhinged.
Then it dawns on me what he’s waiting for. This fucking asshole. “Fine. I’m your wife,” I snarl, furious that I’m willing to say anything to get him to make me come.
His lips curl into a half smile, but instead of getting back to work, he slowly, methodically undresses until he’s naked, his rock-hard cock dripping pre-cum from the swollen head.
There’s something about him being naked while I’m fully dressed, only my panties ripped to give him access to my body, that feels…dirty. But I don’t hate it. Instead, as he pushes backthe ruffles of my skirt, I struggle to watch as he palms his cock, then feeds it into my soaked passage, surging forward the moment the head breaches my opening.
My orgasm hits the moment he bottoms out, and I scream, throwing my head back as wave after wave of bliss compounds inside of me, while he fucks me in brutally hard thrusts that make animalistic grunts fall from his full, wet lips.
“My wife. Mine,” he says, over and over again in rhythm with his cock slamming into me, like a mantra he’s trying to imprint on us both.
I come again when he finds my clit with his fingers, rubbing and pinching until my entire core tightens and I detonate, twitching and moaning while he continues to rail me, not even pausing as he leans forward and swallows the sounds of my pleasure with his lips.
The taste of my own arousal coats my tongue as he kisses me, but I don’t flinch. I curl my palm around his neck while he slams into me, hurtling me toward what feels like total annihilation.
I come again just as his dick swells and the first spurt of his cum pumps from his body into mine. As my breathing starts to settle, I sag down to the mattress beneath me, and his dick slips out of my pussy followed by a gush of his cum.
SEVEN
KNIGHT
My dick hardens again as I watch my cum slowly drip out of her pink, swollen vagina. I like being inside of her. I like watching and feeling as she orgasms, but I enjoy watching the aftereffects of our intercourse almost as much.
My doll is a sexily disheveled mess. Her hair is mussed, and her skirt is pushed up to her waist. Her legs are spread wide open, revealing her bare vagina, my cum dripping out of her, and all the tiny red bite marks I’ve left on her labia and the inside of her thighs.
I like seeing the marks of my touch on her creamy skin. I like seeing the way her body has stretched and changed to accept me. I like seeing the physical evidence of my claiming, dripping from inside of her, coating her in my scent, my seed, my ownership.
Her denying our marriage to the Barnetts, then trying to leave me in favor of Betty, bothered me. It’s why I took her away from there and brought her home. It’s why I touched her and aroused her but didn’t give her an orgasm.
Because only mywifegets pleasurable relief. Only mywifewill be stretched wide by my penis. Only mywifereceives myfingers and tongue until she screams. If she’s not my wife, we’ll both be left wanting until she accepts my claim.
Tomorrow we’ll be making it official, and after that, there will be no denying who we are to each other. If she needs a ring and a license to understand how bound we are to each other, then I’m glad I’ve already arranged for that to happen.
Judge Lodge will be here in the morning at 1000 hours to officiate our vows and legally tie us together for the rest of our lives, because no matter what happens between us, she’ll always be my wife. Tomorrow morning, we start the rest of our lives together.
“Oh my god,” Doll groans, lifting her hands to cover her face with them.
“Are you in pain?” I question, feeling like I already know the answer. Her body was wet and more than prepared to accept my penis before I entered her, and the small marks I’ve left on her skin are superficial and not deep enough to cause her any discomfort. In fact, judging by the way her body reacted, I believe she enjoyed the small amount of pain my sucking and nipping caused her.
“I can’t believe I just let you do that. I need to leave. This is insane. I’m fucking insane,” she blurts, sitting up like she intends to move.
“No,” I say, banding an arm across her waist to keep her in place.
“Stop saying no to me,” she snaps. “I want to go.”
“Where?” I question.
