Eruption
"No, no more lies, I swear."
"You'd better remember that." He says while kissing her full lips, he can never get enough of her. "Now tell me who you belong to." He demands.
She's embarrassed, trying to turn away from him, but he holds her still.
"Baby," He warns, "tell me."
"I'm yours, Daddy." She says quietly, it feels more intense now, than before. It feels too real. To close to her broken desires.
"Yes, baby, that's right. You belong to me and if you try this bullshit again your tears will not stop me from raining down hell on that fool, do you understand me?"
She feels so warm, and sweaty and her skin is prickling sensitive all over, her tongue is dry but she hears her own voice answer.
"Yes, daddy."
As soon as she says it he can't stop himself from pressing his lips against hers; desperate to drink her in. He feels like a man gone mad, parched and starving for her. She tries to fight him but eventually surrenders to his kisses, to his possession and both their desire.
He holds her head tipping her chin up to his, kissing her deeper, his tongue searching her mouth for solace. He can't stop himself from squeezing her tight to him, to feel her pebbled nipples against his chest, her small waist and the soft and generous flesh of her buttocks. Her shy kisses and nips beckon to him, urging him to lose all composure and take what's his.
He tries his best to hold back.
He'd promised himself he'd wait until their wedding night to be inside her. He wants to make love to her as his wife, bearing his name, to teach her the pleasures of seduction and keep her innocence for himself forever, knowing only his touch and no one else's. Only once their vows are said and sealed, can he give in to the full force of his need.
But he's losing his battle with his desire, he wants to see her come, has to have it right now or he'll lose his mind. She's going to taste so good, he knows it. She's his precious, his wife, not that idiot boy Noah's, not anyone else's but his; only his.
She's his prize for all those lonely years, she's so beautiful and so smart and perfect for him in every way. She's just so damned naughty and stubborn. He could never let her go if he tried.
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She's consumed by him. He's everywhere all at once, surrounding her in a cloud of heat and kisses. His hands are everywhere: squeezing, awakening places she didn't know could sear with heat. Anyway she tries to turn, his lips find hers, stealing her breath again.
This is the furthest she'd ever gone with him, with anyone. They'd made out before but Steve had always ended it before it got too intense, trying his best to keep himself in check until their wedding night. It doesn't look like he has any plans of slowing down today. Her mental warning bells sound far away and foggy in the cloud of pleasure. She hears fabric tear and air at her back.
She can't fight him, he has both her hands bound by his one.
She feels herself being swept off her feet, Steven walks a few steps ahead and she finds herself laying on something soft, she assumes it's the couch, her brain hardly cares.
He's lying above her trapping her between his elbows and his muscular body, it feels too good; the pressure and warmth of him on her. She's hyper aware of the heat and hardness coming from the front of his pants. The sounds he makes when she presses against it scare and arouse her in equal measure.
"Fuck baby, I love you so much, but you already know that don't you? That's why you test me isn't it? You know you almost drove me crazy today. But you'll make it up to me won't you, Princess? "
This time he rips her dress clean off and it awakens her, she tries to cover herself but he traps her hands in his.
"Daddy--" She tries to stop him.
"Ssshhh, baby let me take care of you, Daddy will always take care of you, my precious."
He sucks hickeys into her neck until she's incoherent and her panties are soaking and slipping against her.
She can't find the strength to stop him, she doesn't want to.
He kisses her breasts until her nipples are red and she's a moaning mess.
He places little bites at her waist and mouths at the cute bit of roundness in the middle. Groans so deeply at the sweet scent of her pleasure, his mouth waters, he's so close.
"God, baby, you're so wet for me. No, don't push me away, hasn't Daddy been so good? let Daddy have a taste baby. Just a little taste.
He snaps her panties clean off and dives for his prize. He groans at the taste of that sweet scent on his tongue and he eats her like a starved man.
She's never felt pleasure like this before. She feels like her whole being has been opened wide, she can't catch her breath, his tongue is wreaking havoc on her.
"Fuck, that's it darling, gush for me, tell me who owns you."
She can't think, it feels so good it feels so fucking good. "Daddy, please!"
"Yes, mine, all mine and I'm the only one who gets to see you this way, have you like this, do you understand me, Y/n?"
He's stopped his movements on her. She desperately seeks his mouth again and he holds her hips down effortlessly, mouthing along where she needs him, not giving in to her bratty pleas. He's spoiled her too much, it's his own fault, too weak to her doe eyes. Letting her get away with her will even though he's the one in charge. He knows how much he's spoiled her, can't even help it, but today she's the one making it up to him.
"Baby," the deep warning in his tone travels straight into her pussy and leaves her gasping for solace, "answer me."
She fights the fog of pleasure in her brain, grabbing at the edges of the answer he needs from her in desperation.
"Yours, yours only yours daddy, please, no one else."
He loves it when she begs like that, it sets him on fire, makes his cock ache with desperation to be inside her. Ache like how she must be aching to reach completion right now.
"Good girl, you know Daddy loves it when you're good, you make daddy so happy. Tell me who loves you."
"Daddy loves me, so much, please Daddy- I'll be good, I promise, please don't stop." She begs pent up pleasure driving her mad, she needs his mouth on her again.
He groans against her, he loves her too, so much, loves her even more when she calls him daddy. He is her daddy and she's his baby girl. He takes good care of his baby girl; she's all he needs and she takes the love and the pleasure he gives her like a good little trophy wife should.
"That's my baby girl, you know I love you too, I love being your daddy, I'll never let you go, not ever."
He'll keep her well fucked so she never strays again. He'll keep her right here in their home where she belongs.
The deep vibrations of from his lips echo inside of her. He dives back in: tonguing her cunt until she comes on his tongue, milking her until she sobs.
"Good girl, so sweet for me, you love to come for daddy don't you, sweetheart?"
She agrees desperately, blind with pleasure.
"Good girl, you're going to come for me until I've had my fill. Shh, let daddy do it baby, you can take it."
He eats her again, oh heavens, he can't get enough of her taste. He gets only gets two more orgasms out of her before she passes out, though. She's still so pure, her nose and cheeks are pink in her sleep; body exhausted from taking her pleasure.
He'll train her well from now on, to take more pleasure, to build her stamina until she can take all of him on their marital bed.
The image of her stuffed full of him, possessing her completely, makes his shaft throb with need.
He carries her upstairs into their bedroom and lays her on the bed, wiping her pretty little cunt down with a warm cloth and tucking her in.
In the shower he fucks his fist until he cums with a silent scream, cock throbbing and not nearly satisfied. His mind taunts him with memories of her sweet taste and her cunny turning liquid on his tongue. He imagines how she'll feel around his him.
He's still rock hard when he slips into bed beside her. Her naked body teasing him into a mess.
This wedding needs to happen before the month ends. For his sanity's fucking sake.