Bound To His Bride

My pulse jumps, and I can feel my arousal pooling hot and slick between my thighs as I tug them lower, bringing the thick base of his cock into view. I swallow, panting as I tug them down even more, revealing more and more of that incredible, huge cock of his. Colm groans, and when the elastic catches at swollen ridge of his head, I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together—the sight of his powerful cock straining and throbbing to pull free making my head spin.

And then, with a little tug, I slip them down, and suddenly, his fat cock springs free, right in front of my eyes.

…And I whimper.

Jesus fucking Christ is he big. And gorgeous. I mean, like I said, it’s not like I’ve seen a lot of dicks. But I can very safely say that Colm’s is like the gold medal standard of cocks. Thick and long, with this bulbous, swollen head that feels amazing when it slides inside me. He’s the perfect size to hit every single spot inside of me—places I never even knew about before him. And after having it literally any time I wanted, I’ve gone without for six freaking months.

…A girl could go insane from torture like that.

But now, he’s back, and so is this. I moan softly as I slide my hand up his thigh, and when my fingers brush over that trembling shaft, he grunts in pleasure. I pant, pulse racing and pussy practically dripping my arousal down my freaking thighs. My small hand curls around him, fingers not even touching as I start to stroke. I move closer, my breath coming faster and my mouth actually watering.

My lips part, my tongue darts across them, and slowly, I slip them over his fat, swollen crown.

Colm growls, this guttural, groaning, aching sound as my mouth slides over his cock. My tongue swirls at his underside, and I hum eagerly as I drop my lips down his shaft. I look up into his eyes, and the fierceness in that look takes my breath away, and spurs me on. I whimper around his big cock, slurping wetly as I slide back up, pulling my lips away and letting my tongue swirl across his glistening head.

Colm grunts, his muscled body rippling and clenching tight as his eyes lock on mine. I tongue his cock, working it up and down his length, stroking him with one hand and reaching up to cup his heavy, cum-filled balls with the other. My lips slip down over his shaft again, my cheeks hollowing as I slurp him as deep as I can, until I hear him hissing in pleasure. His hands slide into my hair, tangling in it and sending a thrill through me as I moan wildly around him.

“Touch yourself.”

His words sear through me like a hot sizzle of lightning, and I moan.

“Slip your fingers over your pussy, baby girl. Touch that pretty pussy and tell me how wet you are.”

“So fucking wet,” I gasp, pulling away from him and stroking his shaft as I sink two fingers into my slick wetness.

Colm groans, his jaw tight as his hand tightens in my hair.

“Fuck, Abby,” he hisses. “Play with that pussy, beautiful. Let me see you fuck yourself.”

I gasp loudly, whimpering as I roll my clit under my thumb and curl my fingers deep inside. I moan as I slip my mouth back over his throbbing hard, velvety-soft and yet hard-as-steel cock. I can feel him swelling even bigger between my lips, giving me this rush of knowing how close he is, and making me want to taste him so fucking badly. I groan, slurping wetly on him, swallowing his cock into my throat, wanting to taste him—wanting to make him explode across my tongue.

But then with a groan his hands pull me gently away from his swollen, throbbing cock. I whine, reaching for him again, but when he growls and suddenly scoops me up into his arms, I moan as his lips crush to mine.

“Greedy girl,” he groans, kissing me fiercely as my legs slide around his muscled waist.

“What?” I purr, nipping at his bottom lip. “I want to taste you.”

“You want to taste my cum, huh baby girl?” Colm growls into my lips, making me shiver as his hands grip my ass tight. He strides across the room without even looking, his lips teasing down my neck and his thick cock bobbing against my pussy.

“Yes,” I coo into his ear. “Please can I taste your cum?” My teeth drag over his earlobe as I feel the heat of it all consume me, my inner temptress coming roaring out as the familiarity of being with him sheds the walls of the last few months.

“Please can I taste your cum, daddy?”

I can feel the way Colm reacts—his body tightening and clenching, and his mouth clamping down on the soft hollow of my neck. I shriek as we go tumbling backwards, adrenaline spiking through me until I realize we’re at the bed. I sink into the soft comforter with him hovered above me, tasting my skin and spreading my legs wide with his hips. His swollen cock drags across my slit, making me whimper for more. I look down between us and moan at the sight of him poised above me, his fat cock head hovering an inch above my eager pussy dripping sticky white precum all over me.