Page 30 of Staking His Claim

She was fully into the role and so gorgeous with it, I would’ve fallen on my knees for her if I wasn’t intent on playing my part to the fullest.

“Not if you show me. Please, will you show me, My Lord? Teach me how to take a fat cock?”

Fuuuuuck!

I gritted my teeth tight. Used the pain rippling through my jaw to ground myself before I did something disgraceful, like ejaculate on the carpet before I made it inside the most addictive pussy on earth.

“Of course, anything for my obedient little servant.”

I gripped myself, swiped it between her puffy lips, hissed out a breath when I felt how wet she was. “It’s imperative that you always be this wet before you take your husband, young Emily. Wetter even, you understand?”

Her hands scrabbled against the wall, her breathing frenzied. “I do, My Lord.”

“And never forget, showing your pleasure gives him pleasure. So you scream, you scratch, and you bite. Wearing your marks will be his honor. Now are you ready to take this fat cock? Will you be a good girl for your lord and master?”

“Yeeee—heavens!”

I thrust hard and deep and she screamed again. Her pussy clamped tight around me, and I marveled at how it was possiblewhen I fucked her hard only a half hour ago. How I had gone from embittered divorcee to the happiest man alive in a sublime blink of an eye.

“What was that, little lamb? I didn’t quite hear your promise,” I grunted as I reared back and slammed home, exquisite resistance making way for my invasion.

“Y-yes, My Lord. I promise. I’ll be such a good girl for my husband and take his fat cock whenever—ah! sweet mercy…whenever he wishes.”

I stroked in and out, my vision slowly dimming at the edges as pleasure gathered like a dark storm, closer, closer, sweeping through me until the only thing in existence was my cock, her pussy.Our love.

I dropped her leg and banded both arms around her waist, pinning to me as Ithrust, thrust, thrust.

“And when he’s ready, will you let him drain his balls, take all his cum into this gorgeous little cunt? Keep it safe to make fat, gorgeous babies?” I snarled, a wild animal for her.

Her pussy clenched tighter, her own climax rushing closer. “Always. I’ll be such a good girl little whore for his cum, Your Grace.”

“Ah God! Oh…fuck, Emily! Come with me, baby. Please,” I begged.

Thunder boomed, then lightning struck as she screamed. “Fletcher!”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” I followed a nanosecond later, and together we shattered into useless, bliss-drunk pieces.

I curled myself around her, braced one hand on the wall so I didn’t crush her, and we stayed there, propped and spent as our convulsions wrung every last dreg of pleasure from our bodies.

“Fuck, that was the best one yet,” I croaked when I could put words together.

“It was,” she sighed. “You make it better every time.”

When Emily’s hand found my jaw, traced my cheek with a sweet sigh, I kissed her palm.

“You know, Mrs. Knight, I have spoken to your husband. I know he adores the ground you walk on. He loves you, so very, very much. He intends to make you the happiest woman on earth.”

She turned her head, and my heart leapt when I saw the joy shining in her beautiful eyes. “I love you, too. Fletcher. I can’t wait for the rest of our lives.”

The End