She smelled like pears and lilac, the sweet but alluring smell came from her favorite body wash that I’d bought a bottle of just so I could have her scent in my apartment. I’d jacked off in theshower more than once using that damn body wash as I thought of her. It was something I would never have to do again. Bianca was my wife.
I stripped her down to the corset and panty set she had been wearing beneath the dress. It was off-white and creamy, just like her skin, and the tight fit of the corset pushed her small breasts up and together, giving her the cleavage she didn’t have naturally since her form was so slight. I didn’t mind her smaller build. Boobs were boobs, but she had a small peach of an ass that looked ripe for biting.
Her body was small and compact, but also strong. You could see the muscle definition in her legs from her years of dancing and training.
“We’re going to start with dessert tonight, Bianca,” I whispered gruffly, turning her in my arms and kissing her roughly. “You’re my dessert.”
I lifted her up and walked her over to the couch, going down onto my knees in front of her. The lace panties she had on were delicate and small, not even covering the undercurve of her ass. I slid my fingers beneath the waistband and pulled them down her legs. She helped remove them from her feet and reached for me, but I moved her hands away. I had yet to taste her, and I was starving for a sip of her sweetness.
“Lorenzo,” she gasped my name when I put her legs over my shoulders and buried my face between the apex of her thighs. I was drowning in her addictive scent, and the taste of her pussy was sweeter than any dessert. I closed my eyes and savored her sweetness. I could lick her pussy for hours and still not have enough of it.
My tongue swirled around her clit before sucking it into my mouth, hard. Her hips bucked against my face, and her cries of pleasure were wild and uncensored. She was as lost in me as I was in her. I felt her fingers spear through my hair, her nailslightly scraping my scalp as she pulled me closer and rode my face, making me groan into her pussy.
I slid a finger inside her, pumping it in and out of her tight channel as I continued to lave and bathe her pussy with my tongue. I could feel her quivering as her orgasm started to build. Her breathing was ragged, her hips rearing and pulsing as she climbed higher. I slid a second finger into her pussy, stretching her even more. With each pump, she grew more and more desperate for me, for what I could give her.
My plan was to make her as addicted to me as I was to her, and satisfying sex was just a portion of it. She would never think about or want another man between her legs because nobody could give her what I could. I wanted to ruin her in the best and worst of ways.
While she was lost in the pleasure from my mouth and pumping fingers, I used my thumb to gather up some of her nectar, coating it in her arousal before rimming her puckered hole with her own juices.
“Oh, my god,” she cried out and tried to get away from the new sensation, rolling her hips away from me. I sucked on her clit and bit down enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. She shrieked and instinctively tried to pull away, but it only lodged my thumb more into her ass. “Lorenzo,” she cried out hoarsely.
“Take it, Princess,” I muttered and kept thrusting my fingers while my thumb sank in a little further. “Take it because one day you will take my cock here.”
“No.” She shook her head in denial even as she pulled my face back to her pussy.
I chuckled and gave her what she wanted, what she needed. I slid a third finger into her pussy at the same time I sank my thumb all the way into her ass and licked at her clit. It was stimulation overload because her pussy clamped down on myfingers and her ass on my thumb, even as her juices flooded my mouth.
Sexy. As. Fuck. I loved that my princess was a squirter. I had never had a woman come apart for me so hard that she squirted. They got off, yes, but this was exquisite to watch as Bianca came apart on the couch, her pussy soaking us both. I couldn’t get enough of her. I’d never get enough of her.
She was gasping for breath and whimpering as her orgasm slowly started to fade. When she started to try to pull her hips away from me, I knew she was too sensitive for more stimulation on her clit.
“Roll over, Bianca. Get on your hands and knees. I want your ass facing me.” I left my thumb where it was as she moved into the position I wanted. With my free hand, I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. It was awkward and more difficult with one hand, but I wanted my thumb to stay where it was. She needed to feel the stretch and learn to enjoy it. I’d buy her a plug to wear so she could have it in to work her way up to taking my cock.
When she was where I wanted her, I guided my cock to her sopping wet pussy. She was drenched and tight, swollen from the orgasm my fingers had given her. “Fuck,” I groaned as her heat enveloped me, her muscles reflexively spasming around my length. I could feel my thumb sitting in her ass through the thin membrane that separated the two.
“One day, I’m going to put my cock in your ass and take it in the same way I take your pussy. Hard and fast.” I pumped my thumb inside her back channel in the opposite rhythm that my cock stroked her pussy. When my thumb slid out, my cock slid in and vice versa. There wasn’t a second when I wasn’t inside her in some way, and she was lost in the sensations of it all.
She was groaning again as her hips started meeting each of my thrusts, our bodies slamming together as I took her like thefucking animal I was. I reached forward and grabbed the loose locks of her hair, close to her scalp, so I didn’t hurt her, but I could control her better.
“You want that, Princess. You want me to fuck your ass like I fuck this pussy. Raw. Hard. Deep.” I bit out each word and emphasised them with a hard thrust inside her. Her pussy convulsed around me, and her sphincter squeezed around my thumb. “Oh yeah, you want that. You want to be my Princess whore?” I asked her, degrading her in the only acceptable way.
She gasped and turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. Her honey-colored eyes were fiery bright with lust. “I’m not a whore,” she ground out even as she continued to back herself onto my cock.
I smirked and leaned forward to whisper into her ear, “Only for me, Bianca. Only ever for me.”
She closed her eyes and gave herself over as her body needed. I pounded into her, bottoming out deep inside her. I felt a new wave of a fresh orgasm, and I sped up. My hand was still tangled in her mass of brown curls, and my thumb was still buried deep in her ass, pumping into her while my cock rutted her tight sheath. I was on the edge, but I held back until I felt her go over again as she screamed my name.
Her body racked with sensation shuddered and bucked under me as I dove deep one more time and let go inside her pussy. Our fluids mixed as we both came; the orgasm caused my world to spin. I owned her now. She was mine, but I didn’t think she knew how completely, irrevocably she owned me as well. I was a slave to her, and I would follow her anywhere. The obsession was bad enough when I didn’t know this type of bliss existed. Now, it was out of control.
Chapter Seventeen
Bianca
We stayed at the hotel two more days after the ceremony, neither of us wanting to leave the room or the bed for longer than we had to. He’d called me his whore, and I couldn’t say the name angered me as much as it should have. I was a whore for him, insatiable.
Over the two days, we’d fucked so many times that my muscles felt like Jell-O as we started packing our stuff back up. We went to dinner each night, played a little poker at the table that we reserved just for the two of us. The dealer didn’t bat an eye when some of our bets weren’t for chips, but for sexual favors. Some of those he lost on purpose. We never stayed downstairs for long, but we did end up going to the nightclub and dancing the night before. We weren’t there for thirty minutes, grinding on each other as we danced, before we were racing hand in hand back to the room to grind against each other naked.
I couldn’t stop smiling, and I felt this satisfaction that I’d never felt outside of rehearsals or shows. There was so much unknown about what would happen, but for some reason, I felt safer and happier. It was almost terrifying how overwhelming the feeling was because what goes up must eventually come down.
