Page 41 of Run Game
“Look at you,” I say. “You can barely even control yourself right now with how badly you want this cock.” I reach into my pants, pulling myself out and giving a few tentative strokes before I take them off completely, along with my boxer briefs. “Get on your knees.”
I wonder if she’ll push back. If I’ll have to resort to using force to get her where I want her, but I’m only half surprised when she wordlessly sinks down in front of me. I can tell by the look in her eyes that this is as submissive as Dia gets, and it makes my dick even harder thinking ofwhat I’m about to get away with right now. She stares at it like a good girl, waiting for direction, but I can tell she’s getting antsier by the second.
“Spit on it,” I order. “Get it nice and wet before I shove it down that tight little throat.”
She never breaks eye contact as she gathers saliva in her mouth before doing exactly as she’s told. I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life as she leans forward, smearing the spit around my shaft with her tongue. And when she pulls back, opening her mouth in invitation, I snap.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I grit out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and shoving her down as far as she’ll go. Her hands fly up to my thighs, pushing against me as she struggles to breathe. I pull back just enough for her to inhale deeply before surging forward again, cutting off her air. “Look at me.” Her eyes, that are filled with tears already, meet mine as I watch her face begin to turn bright red. “You can stop this any time. Just tap my thigh twice. Or you can use your safe word,” I say with a smug smile. “If I ever let you breathe long enough to speak.” She nods her head rapidly just before I pull out for a moment. She gasps for air as strings of spit hang between my cock and her plump lips.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Dia,” I praise. “Don’t ever let anyone treat you like anything less.” The look of trust that she gives me back obliterates the last of my restraint as I take her mouth again, still gripping tightly onto her hair as I thrust wildly, hitting the back of her throat over and over. I watch as tears stream down her cheeks while she gags, but she doesn’t back away. She just kneels in submission, letting me use her for my own pleasure. I’ve never felt this out of control before.
Sex has always been fun for me. A way to blow off steam and get off until I needed it again. But, this? This is different. Right now, I’m claiming my wife in every sense of the word. And we both know it.
“You’re fuckingmine,”I growl as I feel my balls start to tighten with my impending orgasm. I can tell that I’m nowhere near finished for the night, but the need to fill her mouth is overwhelming.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her as I continue pumping my hips. “And when I do, you’d better not swallow. You’re going to hold it in your mouth while I wreck your tiny little cunt. Then I can watch as my cum leaks out of you from both ends. Do you understand?”
She nods her head, struggling to stay upright as I finally unload into her with a loud groan. When I’m finished, I pull out and she closes her lips, but I can tell she’s having a hard time not swallowing it down. I grip her cheeks roughly with one hand. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I grit through my teeth. She calms herself, taking a few breaths through her nose. When I’m sure she’s good, I pull her up, spinning her so her elbows can rest against the back of the couch as she leans forward.
I grab the sides of her panties, pulling them down her legs to find that her pussy is already swollen and dripping for me. “Wow,” I chide. “Who knew being face fucked like a dirty little whore got you so turned on?” She moans, but keeps her full mouth closed as I drag a finger from her clit to her opening, pushing it inside to the hilt. I can already feel my cock hardening again as I listen to her needy whines paired with the sound of her wetness as I finger her at a slow and agonizing pace.
I’m ready for round two in record time, which comes asno surprise because nobody has ever made me feel the way Dia does. I stand, pushing her forward so she’s leaning over the couch. “Remember, keep that pretty little mouth full for me while I fuck you,” I say, slapping the head of my cock onto her wet slit a couple times, making her jump. “Aww,” I coo. “Are you needy for your husband, sweetheart? You poor, poor thing.”
I don’t waste another second before I push inside. I see stars as she tightens around me, a deep moan rumbling through her body as she adjusts. I have to take a second to gather my wits, because I already feel like I could blow again. She’s crazy if she thinks this shit is normal…that we weren’t made for each other. Because I already know this feeling could never even begin to exist with anyone else.
I start to thrust my hips, running my hands up and down her back, over and over. I don’t want to leave a single part of her untouched. The light from the window catches on my wedding ring and I stare at it as it rests against her flawless skin. Drops of sweat run down her spine as I fuck her roughly, and I feel her walls start to flutter around me. She’s close.
“You’re doing such a good job,” I praise. “Come with your mouth full for me.” It only takes a few more pumps of my hips until she detonates, screaming in her throat as her legs shake. I pin her to the couch with my body, barely able to hold off until she’s done spasming around me. The second I’m sure she’s spent, I let go, filling her for the second time tonight.
I pull out slowly, watching as my load drips out of her, falling to the floor between her feet. “That’s fucking beautiful,” I whisper before reaching up, grabbing her cheeks with one hand and squeezing. “Drool for me, baby. Let me see it,” I say as she lets her mouth fall open. A mixture ofmy cum and her saliva pools into my palm that’s resting under her chin. Before I can stop myself, I lower it between her legs, gently pushing as much as I can into her sensitive pussy. As filthy as it is, I can’t stop myself from thinking about how much I love this woman. How we’ve gone from her being scared of me doing something as simple as making her food, to this moment where she’s given me complete trust and submission. I was scared that she’d never let me in, and now that I’m here, I’m hers forever. No matter what happens in the future.
I scoop up her exhausted body, kissing her forehead as I head straight for the primary bathroom. She hums contentedly, snuggling into my chest like there’s nowhere else in the world she’d rather be. I drop down, setting her on the edge of the bathtub, doing my best to support her while I lean to turn on the tap. When the water is scalding hot, because she’s a little demon when it comes to her showers and baths, I help her inside, holding her hand for support as she lowers down.
“Relax while I clean up, then I’ll wash your body,” I tell her. She nods with a dick drunk smile on her face as she lays back against the spa pillow and closes her eyes. I hurry into the standing shower and rush through washing up so I can get back to her, but by the time I’m dried off and turn to look, she’s out like a light. Tiny snores come from her body as she sleeps like an angel, enveloped in the hot water.
I realize then that there’s no way I can imagine my life without Diamond Davis. She’s mine and I’m hers. I don’t know exactly where her head is at, but I’m not dumb enough to think that I’ve undone a lifetime of trauma in the weeks that we’ve been married. I don’t expect her to just say‘fuck it’and give up on everything she’s ever stoodfor. But there’ssomethinghere. All I can do is continue to show her how I feel and hope it’s enough to make her realize that her heart is safe with me.
Because it is, without a doubt, the most precious thing I’ve ever held in my hands.
TWENTY-SEVEN
DIA
I putmy back against the side of the armchair, digging my feet into the floor as I push. It takes a few seconds because Dalton has the heaviest furniture that’s ever been built, but it eventually starts sliding over the wall-to-wall textured carpet.I keep my momentum until I’ve reached the opposite side of the room, where I reposition the chair to face the television that hangs on the wall. I turn up the volume on my headphones as I grab the vacuum, flicking it on before cleaning the blank space where I plan to move the couch.
Bella’s debut album plays in my ears, and I move my body to the beat as I vacuum. When I’m done, I turn it off and push it out of the way. I take a moment to stare at the couch, wondering how in the fuck I’m going to get it where I want it. I almost popped a blood vessel in my eye just moving the chair, and it’s less than half the size.
But I am a strong, independent woman who has hadthreecups of coffee this morning. I can do this.
I randomly decided an hour ago that I wanted torearrange the living room. Dalton is at the Blizzard practice facility, no doubt to grill Tanner for information on where he’s been lately, but I don’t think he’ll mind me giving the space a fresh look.
I walk over to the couch, shaking out my arms in preparation.Like that’ll make a difference.At first, I try the same tactic that worked on the chair. I bend at my knees, bracing my back against the arm before I push with all my might. It doesn’t budge an inch. Changing my plan, I try a shoulder, but my feet just slide back on the carpet as I surge forward.
It’s fine. No biggie. Let’s move on to Plan C.
I walk to the other end, gripping the arm with both hands and yanking backward. The couch moves just a few inches, but that spurs me on as a throw my weight back, over and over, shuffling my feet with each movement of the heavy piece of furniture.
I’m lost in my determination as I feel a hand touch my shoulder, making me jump. I yank off my headphones, smiling sweetly at Dalton, who’s looking at me like I’m crazy.
