Page 31 of Bartered Innocence

“There we go, Isabelle. Such a good girl,” Rian coos. In any other situation I would likely swat him for the condescending phrase, but my core clenches, and I know he truly means it.

He pulls his fingers out, shoving off his underwear in the next second and settling between my open legs. My chest is still rising and falling in quick pants as the warmth of his bare cock against my center makes my eyes widen.

He presses into me, the tip of him parting my pussy and already stretching my inner walls.

“Fuck, I forgot how tight you are. We’ll go slow. I don’t want you sore because I need to take you over and overand over.” The last part comes out in a grunt as he slides forward.

I bite down on my lip, wanting to snark about him not even asking me, but the problem is that I want to. He must have put me under some kind of spell to make me think about fucking him as frequently as I do. Every touch, every smirk and caress of his fingers, makes my body light up. And the feel of him as he slides in while nothing separates us makes my toes curl.

When his pelvis is flush against mine, buried to the hilt, he pauses. Rian leans forward, his chest scraping against the hard tips of my breasts as his mouth seeks mine. I kiss him back, my fingers pulling at his hair while he starts to move. The first deep thrust into me has me moaning and him greedily swallowing down the noise.

“You were made for me,” he says on a groan against my lips.

My eyes roll back as he moves, slow and steady. Each rock of his hips like a swaying ball of pleasure pushing into me, and burning to burst out. I dig my nails into his back, and my legs wrap around his waist. His breathing picks up, erratic pants blowing tendrils of my hair into my face as we get lost in each other.

“I don’t think I’m going to last long. You feel so fucking good.”

A whimper escapes my throat, and I arch into him, seeking somethingmore.

Rian raises onto his palms, and my gaze finds his as he picks up his pace. Sharp, punctuated thrusts, and my breasts bounce with each one.

“Touch yourself. I need you to come on my cock, Isabelle.”

My hand slips between us, and the first rub of my fingers has me clamping down on him.

“Fuck,” I moan, not realizing how tightly wound up I already am.

“Oh christ. Come on, baby. Get there with me.”

His words are like a match to kindling, and my back arches, pressing my head deeper into the pillow as my legs bow in, tight and shaking. He pushes his cock deep and I explode around him, my vision going black as my breathing stops for a second. Then his cock swells larger, throbbing as he comes, spilling inside me. The warmth of it has my pussy spasming, pulling his cum deeper with each clutch.

He leans down, sliding his tongue against mine. I kiss him back, the thought of pulling away not even on my mind. Rian pants against my mouth until both of our breathing starts to calm.

When he pulls out, he presses kisses down my body as he moves lower in the bed. I watch with confusion, too blissed out to do anything.

When he reaches my legs, he presses them open and stares at my pussy. I blush but don’t say anything as he watches his cum leak out. I can feel it as it slides from my hole and down between my cheeks.

“Beautiful…andmine.” His hoarse whisper does something to me I don’t want to acknowledge and he leans closer. Rian’s hand caresses through my folds.

Then his finger trails down my stomach, as if wiping it on my skin. My head snaps down, anger boiling inside at the smeared line of our mess. “What are you?—”

His finger comes up again, swirling in a half circle and then down to shape anR. I’m stunned silent as he spells out his name on my taut belly. Once he finishes theN, he sits up, kneeling between my open legs. He pumps his fingers inside me a few more times then grips his hard cock, smearing it all down his shaft.

Rian leans closer, pushing the tip of his dick against my wet slit. He rubs it back and forth, his attention never looking away from his name. I whimper when he lines up to my hole, only pushing in an inch before pulling out. He does that repeatedly until I’m aching for him to fill me.

I writhe under him, unwillingly to beg for what I want. He thrusts faster, teasing me relentlessly before he pushes closer. His thighs press against my ass, nearly lifting me as he pulls out and pumps his fist over his cock before coming with a low moan. The warmth of his cum splashes against my glistening stomach, marking me further. Something deep inside me preens, and I refuse to acknowledge it as he shakes the last few drops over my skin and then leans back.

“Fuck, look at you,” he says, his chest heaving. “You’re mine. Isabelle. Only mine. I’ll kill any man that touches you.”

Goosebumps run across my arms. It isn’t an empty threat, I know he’s capable of it. I stare into his fiery eyes. “That better go both ways,husband.”

His cock that has been resting against my thigh twitches, as if trying to come back alive again. “I have a lot of needs, wife. You sure you wish to fulfill them all?”

I hiss out an angry huff. “You touch someone else and dare come back to my bed, I’ll kill you.”

Rian hooks the back of my knees into his elbows, thrusting into me in one smooth slide. His cock is only half-hard, but with each thrust I can feel him growing and stretching me. “Fuck’s sake, your threats make me fucking horny.”

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. This is more than I thought my wedding night would be, but I can’t say I hate it. “It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. I deserve loyalty, your fidelity. ”

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