Page 13 of His Bet To Take
I spin her around, her palm-sized tits bouncing, and I bend down, sucking a nipple into my mouth. I can’t fucking wait until they are full of milk for our children. Images of her peaked beads leaking as she rides me, causing a fucking mess only for me to clean up, makes me come unhinged.
I lift her legs and wrap them around my hips. We moan in unison when I fill her again. “Fuck, Mae. Fuck, you make me crazy. All fucking mine. No one has ever felt so good.” With one hand on her thigh, I move the other to the top of the headboard, gripping it for support, needing to sink every part of me inside her.
The further I get, the higher the chance of my come soaking into her womb.
I’ll bind her to me.
“Ian! More. Oh, fuck. You feel so good. You’re so thick. Oh, God.” She tilts her head back, lips parted, and her arms stretch out on either side of her.
“One day, I’m going to tie you to these hooks and have my fucking way with you. All day, I’ll make you take me, have my come dripping from you until your thighs shake and you beg me to stop. And even then, I won’t. You’ll be my whore, my good little slut who will take her husband’s cock.”
“We aren’t married.”
A grim chuckle has me pausing my thrusts. “We will be tomorrow. Make no mistake, Mae. When I say you’re mine, I fucking mean it. There is no way out of this. You can’t escape me.” I dip my hand between her legs and pinch her clit, a high-pitched sound leaving her, as if I’m playing a string on a harp, plucking a delicious song from her depths.
“Ian. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck… I… I’m close.”
“Come on my cock. Squeeze me. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me what I do to you.” I moan when her pussy flutters around me. My sack slaps against her with every hard, unforgiving, and abusive stroke.
I say abusive because I’m so fucking angry at her.
I’m angry at her for existing for so long and I had no idea. All this time she could have been mine. All this time, I could have been fucking the woman made for me.
But no more time will be wasted.
I gather her in my arms, kneel on the bed, and lean back. She’s on my lap now, rocking against me, our tongues dueling, our breaths mixing, and time stands still.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Mae. Look at you riding my cock, taking me, moaning for me. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? You’ll always be hungry for me. You want my come so bad, don’t you?”
She pouts her lips and whimpers, nodding as her hips roll.
“Say it,” I sneer, slapping her ass so hard she yelps.
“Yes! I want it. I want it so bad, Ian. Please.”
“Are you on birth control?”
She shakes her head. “No. I never needed to be.”
“And you never will.”
“Ian…” her eyes widen when I roll her over and lift her legs onto my shoulders, our skins slapping in an unsteady beat the closer we get to coming.
“You’re going to take every fucking drop I give you, Mae. You’re going to drink me in.”
“Ian, I don’t know—”
I silence her mouth with my hand and growl. “You’ll fucking take it, Mae. Don’t act like you don’t want to.”
She bites down on my palm, screaming so loud not even my hand can silence her. Her orgasm quakes her entire body, come streams from her cunt, and soaks my cock. Her thighs tremble in overstimulation as I continue to fuck her as hard and deep as I can.
I grunt and groan, biting her leg as the first shot of come leaves me. “Fuck!” I shout to the ceiling, unable to contain the best orgasm in my life. “Fuck yes, Mae. Take it. Take me.” With every spasm, I push myself deeper, my thighs pressing against hers, my sack against her ass, her wet cunt against the base of my cock, and it still isn’t deep enough.
I want more.
I’m not sure how long I come for, seven, eight, nine streams later, I’m still rocking into her, pushing my come further inside her.
I collapse on top of her, snatching her face by her jaw and lightly kiss her, easing my lips against hers. The tips of our tongues touch and I can taste her sweat, the ecstasy on her breath, the exhaustion of being sated.