“You don’t want me to make love to you, do you, Nenoka? You want me to fuck you like a dirty whore on your wedding day. That’s why you came here. So I could make you forget that you’re about to be my wife.”
I can feel her pussy growing more soaked at my words, her hips squirming against the desk, her hand sliding between her legs.
Then a quiet whisper: “Please.”
My cock jerks at the sound of her begging, submitting to me.
I know if I looked at her face, Nina would be blushing bright red right now. Because she’s ashamed of it, but it’s the truth. She wants to be fucked like a dirty slut, like the 20-year-old who sold herself to the bratva to pay a debt.
It’s so wrong, but it’s what we are. Complicated. Messy. The kind of couple who don’t make sense on paper.
I lower myself over her, wrapping a hand around her throat as I push deeper.
Just as I expected, her pussy goes wild around me, spasming witharousal.
“Not yet,” I growl, barely able to hold back my own release as I feel her tightening like a vice while I fuck her. “God, that cunt likes it when I choke you.”
Nina lets out a whimper, and I feel it vibrate deep inside her. I can feel every shaky breath she takes against my palm, every little moan vibrating through me.
She needs to cum. But I’m not going to let her.
Not until I’m filling her up, deep and rough and hard.
I tighten my hand around her throat and slam into her.
My powerful strokes trap her between the desk and my cock, that plush ass resting against me as I fuck Nina the way she’s begging to be treated.
When I bottom out inside her, I growl my command in her ear.
“Cum, Nenoka. Give me all of it.”
She’s so wound up that it barely takes a second before she’s spasming around me with breathless little moans which set me on fire. Those muscles pulse around my cock in tight waves. I find my release with a low grunt just seconds after her.
Fuck. I needed that.
Nina sighs happily as I fill her up, the nerves and tension about our wedding fading away. I pull my cock out and watch my seed spill out of her swollen pussy.
“Better now?” I place a gentle kiss against the back of her neck.
She nods her head, a satisfied, dazed smile spreading across her face.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her over to the couch, where Ipull those tiny panties back over her mound, stroking her and soothing her as she trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Soon, this girl is going to be mine. Completely.
So, being fucked like a whore is stress relief for Nina. I make a mental note of that, filing it away for future reference.
25
NINA
The church is lit with flickering candles. Soft music plays in the background, and a murmur runs through the crowd. The voices fall silent when I appear alone in the doorway.
I’m walking myself down the aisle.
Lily offered, of course, and so did half of my colleagues at Middlefield. They looked at me with unasked questions and sympathy when I announced I was going to do it by myself.
My father made it very clear what he thought when I got pregnant with Ava. I don’t know why I expected any different.
