Page 81 of His Stolen Bride

I slap her again and my palm stings, and she moans as I grip her hips and set my cock at her entrance. I rub the head up her slit and coat it in her wetness, then push in slowly as tight heat grips me inch by inch. She pushes back and takes all of me, and my balls slap her clit.

“Fuck me,” she says.

I thrust hard and she cries out, and I pull back and slam in again as the couch creaks. Her walls pulse around me, so I grip her hair and pull her head back, arching her neck while I bite her shoulder and leave teeth marks on her skin.

“Harder,” she pants.

I pound fast and skin slaps skin as sweat beads on my back, and her tits swing with each thrust. I reach around and find her clit and rub tight circles, and she shakes and comes again, squeezing and milking my cock.

I pull out and flip her onto her back on the couch with her legs over my arms, and I slide back in deep. She claws my chest and her nails drag red lines as I fuck her steadily and watch her tits bounce, her nipples hard peaks.

“Look at me,” I say.

She does, her eyes wild. “Yes, yes, just there!”

“Good girl,” I say, and I thrust harder as her legs lock behind me at the ankles. I lean down and kiss her roughly, my tongue pushing into her mouth, and she bites my lip as I taste copper.

I break the kiss.

“Come inside me.”

I growl and snap my hips fast as my balls draw up, and I thrust deep and hold while cum shoots in hot ropes inside her. She clenches and milks every drop, pulse after pulse, and I collapse on her with ragged breaths.

I stay buried as I soften slowly and kiss her neck gently. She turns her head and finds my lips. “I want you again.”

Laughing, I pull out, and cum leaks from her, and I flip her onto her stomach with her ass high as my cock hardens fast. I slap her wet lips and slide in from behind, and she groans into the cushions.

The second round starts, and I grip her waist with both hands and pull her back onto me as my thrusts turn brutal and the couch shifts inches. Her ass ripples with each hit, and I reach under and pinch her nipple hard as she bucks wildly.

“Talk,” I say. “Tell me.”

“It feels so full,” she gasps. “Stretch me open.”

I spank her again and a handprint blooms. “More.”

“Your cock owns me,” she moans. “Fuck my pussy raw.”

I do, and sweat drips from my brow onto her back as my fingers dig bruises into her hips. She reaches back and spreads herself wider, and I watch my shaft disappear into her, and it’s hard not to be mesmerized at the mere sight of it.

I pull out suddenly and she whines. “On your knees.”

She drops fast and kneels on the rug with her mouth opening wide, and I fist my cock and stroke fast. “Beg.”

“Please,” she says. “Come on my face. Mark me.”

The tip flares and the first shot hits her tongue, which she swallows, and the next stripes her cheek and lips. She licks it off while looking up at me, and the last spurts across her tits as she rubs it in and slicks her nipples.

I haul her up and kiss her cum-smeared mouth, tasting myself on her, and I carry her to the small table and lay her back with her legs wide. My cock slides in easily, and I fuck her slowly this time, savoring the deep grind.

Her hands roam my back and trace my tattoos. “Stay in me forever.”

I roll my hips and hit her G-spot, and she shudders as we rub her clit together and she comes softly with her walls fluttering. I follow and fill her again, leaking around my base.

We breathe heavily, and I pull out and sit on the couch, pulling her onto my lap face to face as she grinds slowly with my cock half hard inside her. The kisses turn lazy.

The door stays quiet and the world outside waits, and tonight she is mine. I hold her tight and thrust up lazily as her head drops onto my shoulder, and we move together and build slowly again.

She whispers in my ear, “Tomorrow, I lead.”