“Wait.” She giggles, squirming away from me. “I want to keep it on - for the first time.”
“I want to see your lingerie.” I snarl.
“And you will - because we are going to be fucking all night.” She giggles.
I love the sound of that.
She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me onto my back on the bed as she straddles me, the soft layers of her black wedding dress spilling over the entire bed.
But I can feel her pussy rubbing over my cock now. I growl as I thrust upwards. I need to get these fucking pants off.
Reaching beneath her dress I tug the belt open and rip the pants, freeing my cock from the restraints. She moans sweetly as she rocks against me. To my delight I feel the wetness of her pussy sliding up and down over my cock. Crotchless lingerie. Perfection.
“I can’t wait, little raven. I need to fuck you now.” I warn her.
She nods and a sly little smile spreads across her lips.
I lift her slightly, grabbing my cock and pressing it into pussy. I moan with deep satisfaction as I pull her down onto my cock, impaling her, sitting her full weight onto me so that I can bury myself deep inside her.
She gasps and shudders in delight, then starts to rock slowly back and forth. I grab her hips, wanting to take control and fuck her hard.
But she simply shakes her head and wraps her delicate fingers around my wrist.
“I told you I have a surprise for you.” She whispers darkly, her eyes glittering.
She lifts my wrists towards the bedpost and snaps a pair of handcuffs onto them.
“What is this, little raven?” I ask tensely. I am the one in control. Not her.
She giggles sweetly and tilts her head to the side as she starts to ride me harder.
“Let me play, sir, let me ride you with my little pussy and when I set you free, you can punish me however you want.” She giggles again and my heart races with desire.
Fuck me. She is fucking perfect.
“If you don’t un-cuff me now, I am going to punish you far worse than you might like.” I warn her.
She winks, dancing over my cock.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She whispers, leaning close to my ear and dipping her hand beneath the pillow to pull something out.
The silver blade catches the light and makes me clench with fright.
“What the fuck.” I snarl angrily.
She gently traces the blade over my throat. “I’m just making sure you understand how naughty I can be - so that you punish me properly when it’s over.” She says darkly.
“I’m going to shove my cock into your ass, little pet. You are going to be screaming.” My cock throbs inside her and I feel her pussy tighten as she rides me harder.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Misha
Igiggle at the sight of his panic. But it only turns me on more.
Rocking back and forth over his monstrous cock, feeling it move inside me, I have a sense of power I’ve never felt before. With the knife pressed against his throat, I fuck him harder and harder.
My body is screaming with pleasure and wild excitement, and Vincent is growling deeply, his cock is rigid inside me so he can’t fucking dare tell me he doesn’t love this.
