“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she sighed, and I dipped my hands into her dress, getting handfuls of her plush flesh. My fingers slid across the taut beads that pressed against my palm and she whimpered and arched further back.
“You were made for me, and I will not let you go until I show you just that.”
Ripping the fabric of her flimsy dress made my adrenaline spike. Her tits spilled out and I spun her around eager to have one in my mouth. She fell back as my mouth had its way with her flesh, sucking, nipping, biting and leaving my mark on her. Her moans filled the air and a sweet mantra of yesses spilled from her lips.
I tore the rest of the dress off her and let my hands roam to her ass, gripping her and pressing her to my hard shaft. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name and only remember your dominant’s.”
“Yes!” she yelped as I dipped my fingers into her wet core, dragging her juices to that tight little button of pleasure that made her quiver in my arms. She fought to hold on, but I wanted her back on her knees and let her drop before me as I caused waves of delicious friction along the slit of her pussy.
“Cum for me, Angel. Cum like you were meant to do!”
She flung her body back, her arms supporting her as on her knees she humped my fingers, her tits shaking sexily as she got off on me. Her hips undulating on my hand, my name slipping from her tongue as I brought her orgasm after orgasm.
I slid her up against me when I was done, and lifted her, splaying her on the bed before me. “Tonight is about you, Angel. Because I can’t take another fucking second without dipping my cock into your tightness. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my God, yes!” She reached for me, spreading her long-toned legs for me, inviting me into her body and I didn’t hesitate to sink into her greedily.
I dipped my hips coating my cock in her honey before plunging in deep. She screamed while her nails dug into my shoulders. Pain met pleasure and after that it was all rapture as we fucked in wild abandon. There was no sweetness, just dirty raw pleasure that coursed through us both. My body remembering hers instantly.
She knew just how to fuck, her tight little pussy squeezing my dick as I pulled out, only to pulse around it as it opened up for me to slide into. I gave her deep hard thrusts that made her scream. My hand around her neck, holding her still as I drove myself into her. Her hot little pussy drooling all over me, begging to be fucked and that’s just what I was meant to do. I wanted every inch of her to remember me.
I squeezed her neck just a little tighter and she looked at me, lust in her eyes as she screamed how she was cumming. I dipped my hand between us and she raised her hips as I flicked her clit.
“Dirty little slut, cum for me. I want to see just how desperate your cunt is for me.”
“Ohhhhh,” she cried out grabbing onto the hand on her neck as the orgasm violently slammed into her. Her legs shook, tears streamed down her face as I continued to pound into her. Letting go of her neck, I spread her trembling thighs and slowly fucked in and out of her. She squirmed beneath me as I continued to manipulate her clit.
“Cum in me,” she whispered.
I looked at her as I grinded my hips against hers, my dick completely enveloped by her tight confines. She squeezed and pulsed and said it one more time.
“Cum inside of me, Micah. Please.” I exploded unexpectedly, streams of my cum hitting her cervix as I lost myself inside this woman. In and out, I fucked until every drop was taken in by her beautiful body.
Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she cooed and ran her fingers through my hair. Our bodies were slick with sweat, her pussy still pulsing along my now spent dick. I leaned on her chest, engulfing her in my body and she only moaned and gave a soft sigh of relief.
I stroked her body until she came down from the adrenaline, and then she began to cry. Deep sobs that racked her body. I pulled her to me, holding her in my lap and stroking her back until the sobs became whimpers. I knew she’d felt everything I was giving her, and I knew it meant more to her than she ever could have imagined. She didn’t have to say it, the way she came undone for me showed me that this was the first time a man had ever given her pleasure. It may even be first time a man had ever taken care of my precious angel.
“Thank you,” she whispered into my neck and I smiled, stroking her pretty hair.
“Anytime, sweet Angel. I’m yours any time you want me.”
She wrapped her arms around me and I finally felt what need was. It burned through us, a need so great to be loved, to be cared for. It was a mutual feeling and a wave of memories flooded me as I remember just how perfect she’d felt in my arms all those years ago. She didn’t know it yet, but I was going to keep her this time.
6
Sarai
Was that a dream?
I lay back in bed staring at the ceiling. I’d come in only a few hours earlier and crept into my room, sliding naked into bed. He’d wrapped me up in a silk robe and made sure I made it safely home. Getting in was easy, my father was snoring soundly in the seat where I’d left him hours earlier. I couldn’t sleep though, I just kept remembering Micah’s strong touch. He’d awakened something inside of me, something raw and real. Something so tangible it gave me the courage I was looking for. He made me believe that there hope for me and it was exactly what I went searching for, he was exactly who I needed.
I didn’t get a chance to tell him everything, but I would as soon as I saw him again, which I hope would be at some point today. As the sun slowly filtered into my room I made my way into the bathroom, stepping under the cold stream of water I let it cool my skin. After a while, I turned the hot water on and let the heat cascade down my back. My hands had a mind of their own as they ran down my body, moaning as my fingers traced my core, it ached and was sore from his assault last night. A dull delightful ache that reminded me just how he’d stretched and used me.
I shut the water off and stepped out in front of the mirror. Gasping, I softly traced the bruises on my neck and breasts. I remember his mouth, and that sweet suction that made my pussy wet from the memory. His bitemarks outlined my nipples and I groaned loving how he’d marked me. He did this on purpose, so that I’d remember him, and I did. Every single inch of him.
My father’s sharp shout startled me, and I reached for my soft plush robe and opened the door. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m taking a shower.”
“Do you realize what day it is today?”
“No, I do not, nor do I care at this point.”
I tried stepping around him, but he gripped my arm tightly, making me flinch from the pain. “You don’t seem to be taking me seriously. I’m under a lot of pressure, Sarai, and I don’t have time for your shit. Get dressed and be downstairs in five minutes!”
“What for?” I managed to step away and out of his grasp.
“The wedding is in one week’s time. We need to get you a dress, you’re getting married at the courthouse. Nothing big, I haven’t got any more money to waste on you.”
I clenched my fists to my side and looked up at him with hatred in my eyes. “You will not get away with this, you will pay for what you’re doing to me.”