"Don't worry," I begin, lining her up with my cock, "that's what I'm doing right now," I say as I thrust into her, needing to pause because her tight, warm pussy is wrapped around my cock like a vice.
"Kieran, I need you to move," she mutters as she starts to lift and slide down my cock. I'm not sure she's even realized what she's doing.
"No. I want you to ride me, wife," I command.
Mia doesn't disappoint either. As she continues to slide up and down my shaft, I can feel her juices drippingdown my cock. It's a beautiful sight to see as she gets lost in her pleasure. Embracing the way I feel inside of her, I can tell when she's getting closer as her pussy tightens around me. Suddenly, Mia's movements become erratic and faster while she chases her orgasm.
She's not leaving me behind either. The closer she gets, the more she milks my cock. This is how entuned we are—neither one of us will orgasm without the other. I knew from the moment I saw her on stage that she belonged to me.
My hands skate up her back and even though she still has a shirt on, I can feel the heat that is emanating from her body. Moving them to her chest, I rub her nipples through the shirt, giving them some friction. The goal is to heighten her orgasm when it's time.
It only takes a few rubs on her nipples before she clamps down on my cock, her orgasm hitting her hard as she milks mewith her pussy. She throws her head back, yelling, "Fuck, Kieran."
A beautiful sight, but I don't have long to enjoy the view because I'm right behind her, my dick swelling. My jaw clenches, when I roar, "Shit, Mia. Your pussy feels so good milking my cock."
I kiss her deep while I'm waiting for our heart rates to calm, but Mia has other thoughts as she keeps riding my cock slowly. I can feel my cum being spread between us as she moves her hips.
Mia pulls away from me, her lips trembling as she whispers, "Kieran. I'm not on birth control."
"It doesn't matter," I reply before leaning over and giving her another chaste kiss on the lips. Mia doesn't say anything, she just nods her head, climbing off of me. Once she settles in the passenger seat, I open up the middle console, pulling out some napkins.
Since I ripped the boxers she was wearing, she is still exposed allowing me to clean herup. Mia grabs my wrist, pausing my movements, "You don't have to do that."
"I know. I want to," I tell her, before continuing to clean her.
She just watches my every move with a hint of suspicion in her eyes. I don't say anything though, I just continue to concentrate on what I'm doing. Feeling satisfied that she won't be sitting in a mess the whole way home, I throw the napkins in the cupholder.
"Thank you," she breathes.
"You don't need to thank me. It's my job to take care of you," I tell her, giving her one last chaste kiss. "Ready to go home?"
"Yeah," she breathes out.
I try not to smile at the fact that she didn't argue with me about home or try to ask me something dumb like letting her go. Driving home, I don't go as fast as I did coming out here, the sounds of the car filling the inside, giving this moment an enchanted feeling.
Mia's hand drifts over to my lap, and it feels like another win for me. This nighthas been one of the best I can remember. Glancing down at her hand, I see the tattoo I gave her, but she deserves more. Mia is the type of woman who loves to be spoiled but is loyal to the end, if my research into her life and the way she’s reacted to my gifts are any indication. I know I'll never have to worry about her, even if she tells me she wants to leave me—she doesn't. She enjoys what I can offer her, whether she realizes it or not. Besides, if she really wanted to get away from me, she would've at least tried by now.
Tomorrow she will have my ring on her finger, one so big, there will be no doubt of who she belongs to.
eighteen
Mia
The whole ride home I tried not to think about the implications of allowing Kieran into my body. I mean the man tracked me down, drugged me, and married me without my permission. Those were the things I kept repeating in my head, telling myself that nothing about Kieran should be attractive.
I should be disgusted with his behavior. Why am I not trying to get away more? We're parked near the woods, I could've figured out a way to get outside and run from him. Instead, I decide to ride him like he's my favorite horse.
What the hell is wrongwith me?
Even as we are driving home, instead of keeping my distance, my hand has found its way onto his lap. Kieran seems to be pleased, if you go by the smile on his face. When he moves his hand from the steering wheel, placing his hand on mine, I don't try to remove mine, embracing the way his hand feels in mine.
I've only been with him for a short period of time, and other than him kidnapping and locking me up, I've never felt safer. He makes me feel safe. I must be lost in my mind because before I know it, we're pulling back into Kieran's garage.
A man I don't recognize gets out of his car, walking toward Kieran and I. My hand goes to the door handle when Kieran speaks up, "Don't get out yet. I don't want anyone to see you like that."
I look down at the boxers I was wearing, muttering, "You’re right."
He opens the door and climbs out of the car. I hear some voices, but don't get much because he closes the door behind him. Turning in my seat, I watch the conversation between Kieran and the mystery man, trying to figure out what they could be talking about.
