Morana…
Upside down and watching Cameron’s ass flex with every step he takes, I wonder if I’ve been catapulted into an alternate reality because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t likeme. He definitely doesn’t trust me but now he’s shoving open a set of double doors I’ve never entered before.
So, this is the master bedroom…
As I view it from upside down, I see the huge walnut four-poster bed he’s heading for, not the slightest bit winded by loping up the stairs with me like a panther.
“Ah!”
I’m right side up again and kneeling on the bed, it’s one of those high, high mattresses that you need a little footstool by the side of the bed to climb up on it. My husband and I are almost eye to eye.
“I need you to say the words, lass.” His gesture of consent is weakened a bit by the fact that he’s pulling off my bra at the same time, and any thought of saying ‘no’ just to spite him disappears as his lips eagerly fasten onto my nipple.
“That’s…” My hands are in his hair suddenly and I’m lightly scratching his scalp, holding his head to me. His teeth gently bite it as his tongue soothes the burn.“Bozhe moy,oh my god,” I moan.
“Say…” he kisses that nipple and then the other one, the tip of his tongue trailing up my throat, “...the words. Do you want this?” He licks his lips like a predator at the top of the food chain.
“Are we really married?”
The words hang in the air, almost tangible and I realize that I’ve doubted it all along, that this ring on my finger is no more real than the words he forced me to speak in front of the priest.
And he has the effrontery to look offended.
“How many women do you think I bring home and bribe our parish priest to marry? Do you remember the license you signed along with me and Father Barclay? Miss Kevin was the witness if you need to double-check with her. This ring-” he holds up my hand, forcing me to look at the diamond glittering on it, “this is real. Our union is real.” He taps his ring against mine, a simple silver one that suits his enormous hand.
“Yes, please,” I manage to get the words out that my body has been screaming for the last hour. “I want you.”
“Thank Christ,” he says before kissing me fiercely again, his long, capable fingers smoothing down over my stomach and between my legs. His rough, calloused fingertips are stroking through my lips, already wet and he growls. “Why, sweet lass, you’re already wet, aren’t you? So silky…” He slides down and there’s a jolt like an electrical charge surging through my center as his hot mouth fastens over me. I can feel him tugging my leggings off, then using his fingers to spread me open.
He growls again, and it vibrates through me, making me suck in a breath, my knees drawing up. Impatiently shoving them apart with his broad shoulders, he licks me, long, like a cat with the flat of his tongue and then tickles my clitoris with his tongue, circling it delicately, then more firmly as I moan, my hands over my face.
This is so much, it’s all so much and the heat of his mouth, the heavy weight of him pinning me down is good and overwhelming and I never want him to stop. When I feel his tongue drive up inside me, his thumb circling my clitoris, I’m shocked into an orgasm. That’s how it feels, something overwhelming, crashing in on me and like nothing any exploration that my own fingers have managed.
“Your sweet as candy pussy is going to kill me,” he rasps, “I was going to go slow with you, take more time with my tongue. But now you have to wait for that, because I’m at my breaking point.”
Rearing up, he pulls off his shirt, revealing a colorful array of tattoos; daggers and angel’s wings, a snarling lion’s head.
And then he does something that melts me faster than butter in the microwave. His hand swipes down my wet center, slicking up his palm, and he strokes it over his dick, like he wants to feel my slick on him. There’s the faint crinkle of a wrapper and his fingers deftly rolling a condom down his length.
There’s a weak, inarticulate sound escaping my slack lips as Cameron lifts me by my waist, sliding under me and making me straddle him as he leans against the headboard. Notching the broad head of his cock inside me, he chuckles darkly. “So hot inside, aren’t you, wife? An inferno.” Then he lowers me and I’m stretching around him,bozhe moy,he’s bigger than I thought he could be and it stings and burns and it’s so good. So much better than I could have imagined.
My nails dig into his shoulders, trying to gain some balance but I’m still sliding down this massive thing inside me and he’s murmuring filthy words in my ear, and knowing that this is affecting him just as much makes me wetter. He drops me, the last several inches shoving inside me and I’m impaled on his lap. My breath’s coming out in little gasps and wheezes and he chuckles, sounding a little breathless himself.
“There we go,” he whispers diabolically, “such a pretty, sweet girl taking every inch of me and still so wet. Have you been thinking of this? Dirty dreams about my cock between your legs?” His strong hands lift me halfway off his shaft and drops me again, and this time I shriek. “Come on,” he urges hoarsely, “I know you can take all of me.”
“I’m trying,” I moan, it hurts when he buries every inch of that massive dick inside me, and it sends heat flaring under my skin, all through me, and then the next thick thrust, and the next and all I can do is moan deliriously.
On the next downward thrust, my clitoris rubs against something hard and I gasp, looking down. “What is- what is that?” There’s a barbell piercing at the base of his shaft, it’s placed perfectly to press against me on every thrust and my whole body stiffens like I’ve been struck by lightning.
“It’s for you, lass.” With a devilish smile, Cameron angles his hips up, hitting right against my defenseless clitoris again and I shriek. Flipping me over onto my back, he drives back into me. “Beautiful,” he groans, “so feckin’ beautiful, wife. I’m going to make certain this perfect little pussy remembers who she belongs to. Come again,mo fhlùr.”
“I- I don’t think I can.” Gasping and shaking, I can feel him all the way through my body, every part taken over by his thick shaft pounding into me.
“You can,” he whispers, Lucifer in the flesh, hovering over me like a dark angel, his eyes greedily watching me. “Let go.”
“I can’t.”
“You can,” he promises, lifting my ass with his hand, driving into me at a slightly different angle, even deeper and he’s right.
