Page 27 of Unholy Union
Her pussy’s so snug it’s like it was made for me. I’m stretching her, surrounded by spasming walls and slick arousal that feel so fucking good I’m ready to fuck her like an animal.
She’s frozen in my arms, still clearly overcome by how much I am to take. But it’s like I told her—it’s better she gets used to it now; my cock is the only one she’s going to fuck for the rest of her life.
I capture her puckered lips in another kiss, forcing them open with my tongue. As I kiss her deep, I’m about to take her deep also. I’m about to fuck her so good that the pain will be worth it.
That she’ll beg, plead, cry for more.
Hands on her ass, I start moving her body with mine. My hips punch up into her in quick, short, hard thrusts. She has no choice but to take me, mouth falling open as she rides along and slips into the hard and fast rhythm.
“This tight little cunt was made for me, principessa,” I growl, driving into her and forcing another gasp from her lungs. “Youwere made for me. Say it. Tell me.”
Her eyes are screwed shut as she’s sliding on my cock. Her face, her features, are twisted—in painorin pleasure I’ve got no fucking clue—and the pink flush on her skin has only spread.
Her tits bounce, nipples still fully erect.
She’s enjoying this in her own way.
I wrench her back down on my cock, hitting the back of her cunt and wrapping her curls around my fingers.
“What did I say, Sabrina? Don’t make me ask twice. Tell me!”
“It was made for you!” she gasps. “My pussy was made for you… I… I was!”
Her pussy ripples around me, feeding my pleasure. It pushes me to go faster and deeper as I grip her flesh and fuck her hard enough to bruise.
Tomorrow she’ll look in the mirror and see the marks on her hips and thighs and remember tonight. She’ll feel the soreness between her legs and remember how I took her on our wedding night. How it was only a sign of what was to come…
She’s dripping wet for me, so fucking soaked I see her creaminess slicking my cock every time I slide out of her.
There’s something about knowing she’s caught between feeling so good and so bad that turns me on even more. I love the idea of pushing her to her limit, seeing how far I can take her, and how hard I can make her come.
Tonight reallyisonly the beginning.
We’re both close, panting as we’ve found our rhythm.
Sabrina’s stopped fighting it—she’s sliding on my cock now, gyrating her beautiful body along with me, showing off how naturally she moves.
How her hips dip and rise in almost hypnotic fashion.
It’s another erotic moment that catches me by surprise.
The girl knows how to fucking seduce a man like me, even as she’s being dominated, which is why as she undulates her hipsand slides on my cock, I’m not expecting her to press a knife to my fucking throat.
It happens suddenly, out of nowhere and with the deftness of a street thief.
She goes from taking my cock deep to producing a small blade that she holds to my throat like she’s about to slit it open.
I’d been so distracted by how good she looked I hadn’t noticed her hand creeping under the pillow—or considered the fact that there could even be a trap like this waiting for me.
My mind goes back to earlier, where she’d disappeared into the bedroom and ensuite bathroom for a moment to “freshen up”.
Our gyrations go still as she glares into my eyes and holds the knife to my neck. My cock is still fuckinginsideher, her thighs straddling me.
A second goes by where we’re panting and looking each other dead in the face, waiting for the other to make a move.
Then I crack a crooked grin. “Well, principessa? What are you waiting for? Do it.”
Her eyes narrow as I issue my challenge.
