Nessa’s moaning loudly, and even though signs of pain show clearly on her face from a fully stretched pussy, she’s enjoying how I fuck her. I lift her leg a bit more, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I lift up on one arm so I can fuck her and rub her clit at the same time and watch her a little more. My eyes start drooping, my balls lifting, and I’m seconds from coming.
“Come for Daddy,” I tell her. “Come on, baby, come on Daddy’s cock.”
That seems to do it for her. I knew it would. She was made for me.
Nessa comes, and her pussy squeezes my cock, milking it for cum. But I don’t want to come inside her. I wanna see the blood and make her suck it off.
I straddle her shoulders and put my cock on her lips. I see the small streak of her cum and blood there and wipe it with my thumb, then put it in my mouth for a taste. “Mmmm, how sweet are the treats. You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy. Now, suck his cock and swallow his milk.”
Gripping the headboard for leverage, I push into her mouth and fuck her face. I cum so hard, so deep into her throat, that I shoot right into her stomach, choking her on dick and cock milk.
I hang my head. My dick’s still jerking in her mouth. Her eyes are wide, staring up at me.
I smile and take my dick out, then lie next to her, facing her. I brush her hair away from her face and bring her closer for some cuddles so she doesn’t feel the down as hard as it’s gonna hit her. This period of time, after the glittery kinky fuckery, is important for her and me since I vowed to take care of her needs from here on out. I tuck us under the fluffy feathered comforter and cover our heads.
She’s quiet. I’m quiet. We share a comfortable silence. For a minute.
“Hey, Blake?”
“Hm?”
“Do you think we’re making a mistake?”
“No.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because I know.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of?”
“What you can do to me.”
“Time will tell you what I’m gonna do to you. Let it. It’s inevitable.”
Nessa quiets, but I can almost see the wheels spinning in her head, and I note when a thought hits her. Her eyes light up, but she says nothing.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
I squeeze her bottom. “Tell me.”
“I’m getting married.”
I kiss her nose. “Me too.”
10
NESSA
Blake’s even more handsome when he sleeps. Calm. Serene. There’s a tiny frown on his mouth as if he’s dreaming of something unpleasant or as if he’s trying to control the dream itself and it’s taking an effort to do so. And this man sure loves control.
