She gave him a reassuring smile so he’d know she was fine. How could she not be?
He stepped away from the bed and began slowly undressing. She stared unabashedly at him, drinking in his muscular body as he stripped down to his white briefs. The bulge of his erection was straining against his underwear, a rigid bow trying to push through.
Knowing what she liked, he reached inside his underwear instead of simply pulling the briefs down his legs and he pulled out his cock, stroking it as it strained upward toward his abdomen.
She licked her lips in anticipation and he groaned. Then as if deciding to be generous and give her again what she wanted, he climbed onto the bed, using one hand to turn her face toward him. He positioned his cock at her lips and tapped her cheek in a command to open for him.
He slid in immediately, his taste filling her mouth. She sucked avidly, running her tongue over the veins and the head, teasing and tracing every inch. Moisture beaded on the tip of his cock and she licked it away, humming her pleasure.
For several more minutes, he thrust gently into her mouth until she had to stretch to accommodate his burgeoning girth. Then finally he pulled free and she sucked in breaths to catch up, her nostrils flaring with the effort.
“It’s my turn to taste you,” he said, satisfaction edging his voice.
He crawled between her splayed-open thighs, her ankles bound to the bottoms of her thighs, rendering her completely helpless to whatever he chose to do. His hands slid over her breasts, tenderly caressing and plumping them.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said gravely. “I know you’re more sensitive now. The last thing I want to do is cause you discomfort.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered. “Just don’t be as rough with them as you can sometimes be.”
He cupped her belly possessively and then leaned down and kissed the spot where her womb would one day expand with their growing child. His tenderness brought tears to Chessy’s eyes and her heart seized with love for this man. No, things hadn’t always been easy for them, but what marriage was perfect?
Wasn’t that what love and marriage were all about? Enduring the rocky roads, making mistakes and ultimately forgiving?
He nuzzled his way to her pussy, the flesh parted from the way she was bound. He licked and then sucked at her clit, causing her pelvis to clench and spasm underneath his expert mouth.
“I love seeing you this way,” he said, his voice laced with desire and emotion. “Bound, beautiful, completely at my mercy. But baby, I’ll have the tenderest of mercies with you.”
She shivered when his mouth returned to her pussy, licking, sucking in all the right places. His tongue slid inward, licking shallowly inside her, giving her a preview of what it would feel like when his cock replaced his tongue.
“Does my girl want my dick?”
“Yes, please,” she begged. “Take me, Tate. Own me. Show me I’m yours. Forever yours.”
He slid up her body, positioning himself at her opening but he only inserted the head of his penis inside her, thrusting with shallow little movements, tormenting her until she was sobbing with need.
Then with one forceful thrust, the teasing was over. He seated himself to the hilt, causing her to gasp at the instant fullness. It was a delicious balance of pleasure and pain because Tate was a large man and it wasn’t easy to gain full depth.
Her legs bound, her arms bound, there was nothing she could do except lie there and take whatever he did to her. He thrust into her, over and over, his hips arching, his entire body covering hers, undulating and writhing. His eyes were closed in exquisite torture, his forehead creased with tension.
His hips began slapping against her, frenzied as he pushed them closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, baby. Give me your release. Let me feel your wetness around my dick.”
She let out a frantic cry as her orgasm crashed over her like breaking ocean waves. Her fingers curled into tight fists, straining against her bonds. She felt completely stretched to capacity, the aching fullness a delicious pleasure. The friction he caused by his swollen cock sent a surge of indescribable ecstasy cascading through her body.
And then he yanked himself from her pussy and reached down, grasping his cock. He pumped his hand up and down, his semen spurting onto her belly and then higher onto her breasts, marking her, branding her his possession.
He glanced down at the ropes of semen glistening on her skin, his eyes predatory and gleaming with satisfaction.
“My girl,” he said gruffly. He cupped her belly. “My child.”
She smiled up at him, exhausted by her orgasm. “We’re both yours, Tate. Always.”
“Let me get something to clean my girl up and then I’ll untie you so I can hold you in my arms.”
THIRTY-TWO
CHESSYwas jittery and anxious for Tate’s big presentation today. True to his word, he’d been late the night before and had been exhausted when he’d gotten home. They’d gone to bed and he’d slept with her firmly nestled in his arms.
