The room was dark, just the light from the street lights sneaking in through the blinds to light her way. He leaned on his side up against the headboard, his powerful frame at ease, his eyes reflecting hunger for her. She was on her side beside him, both of them gloriously naked. His hands had been softly tracing her skin. She moaning and revelling in his attentions. Suddenly he turned to where he was sitting against the headboard, pushing her head down towards his engorged, throbbing cock, his body demanded she taste it.
She took his cock in her mouth, loving the feel of the silky smooth skin sliding against her tongue, feeling his body tense at the sensation of her mouth engulfing him, his moan of appreciation. As she continued to suck on his cock, his hands plunged into her hair, holding her head to him. He began to talk to her about fantasies they had only dreamed about.
"You like that don't you? You like being held there. You like it. You're such a good little whore."
She only moaned her approval, afraid to stop what she was doing and disappoint him, but her already wet pussy was only getting wetter hearing him talk that way to her.
"God," he moaned, "you're so good at that. The best. Imagine how much better you'd be if I had invited someone else over here to fuck you? Can you imagine that?"
She almost stopped in surprise, then began to work on the head of his cock until he forced her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock because he couldn't handle the sensations anymore.
"Can you imagine wondering who he was? What he would do? How big his cock was? What would he do? Would he touch you softly? Would he be rough? He would walk over to the bed, grab your hips, you'd feel him penetrating you..."
By this time she was moaning and her juices were dripping out of her. She was so turned on. His hands had not left the back of her head. She was a prisoner of his voice and his hands.
"The whole time I am holding your head here, not allowing you to look, to see. He grabs your hips and begins to thrust inside you, a huge cock, fucking you while you're sucking me off and you can only suck my cock. Such a good little whore. Such a bad girl. The harder he fucks you the harder you suck my cock."
The entire time his hands are in her hair, her mouth on his cock, the images so vivid in her mind she can almost feel them.
"He's fucking you so hard and you're struggling against my hands, trying to look, but you can't. You feel him getting larger, you know he's close. You're close. God, you're about to cum just listening to me now aren't you? You whore."
It's true, she is so turned on, she is close. She is about to orgasm.
"You feel him pull out and cum all over your ass, then he leaves. You never knew who it was, he's gone."
It's then that she does cum. Her orgasm is so strong she can only hold her position, a victim of it's intensity. It's then that he rolls her over, pulls his powerful form over hers, wraps his arms around her, and tenderly kisses her lips.
"And after you've been abused, I will make love to you. I will treat you as my beautiful bride, because you are."
She wraps her arms around him and holds him close. As they move together he rains kisses on her face, her neck, her breasts. She whispers, "Make me your wife."
"I will," he growls in her ear as he empties his seed inside her.
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