Runaway Bride

“Open up for me. Let me in, let your pussy swallow my cock. I know you want to. I know you want to feel my fat cock inside you. Spread your legs more and take what I’m about to give you.”

His dirty demands set my insides on fire, and I do as he instructs. I had no idea words alone could be so arousing, but they are. Bishop hisses through his teeth above me as he slides inch by glorious inch inside me.

The feeling is a mixture between pleasure and pain, but the moan coming out of my mouth sounds like blissful cries.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispers into my ear before he kisses the tender flesh on my neck. Kisses quickly turn into nibbles and bites. His now free hand finds my breast, kneading and teasing the nipple.

He keeps pushing in until I’m sure I can’t take another inch, and even then, he thrusts deeper, his cock feeling as if it’s in my belly.

He slips deeper once more, and my eyes widen. Jesus. My pussy clenches around him as his heavy sac slaps against my ass cheeks and his pubic hair rubs my clit.

“Oh god, I’m so full,” I gasp. I’ve never felt like this before.

“Fuck yeah, I’m all the way in now. I’m going to give you a minute to get used to me, then I’m going to start fucking you. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes…yes,” I pant, delirious with need. “I don’t want to wait. Do it now.”

“Do what now?” His lips skim against my throat. “I want you to say it. I want to hear that innocent mouth ask to be fucked filthy.”

“I…I want you…to fuck me.” The words have barely left my lips when he starts moving. His hips thrust upward, and he growls like an animal staking its claim.

He’s so deep, I wonder if he can feel how hard my heart is beating for him. He presses me to the mattress and owns me, slamming into it with a vengeance. I feel him in my bones, in my blood, and I need it.

I want it. I want him.

“Look down, Bambi. Look at how beautiful it is. How pretty your pink pussy looks with my cock stuffed inside it.”

My back arches at his words, and my body starts to shake as black spots appear over my vision.

I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but feel. My pussy clenches, then I’m flying, soaring through the air like a bird. My cum drips down his cock onto his balls.

“Fuck, Ivy. You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful falling apart on my cock.” I blink my eyes open slowly and look up at him. There’s a sheen of sweat against his brow, and every muscle on his body seems tense. He leans back and grips onto my hips for leverage, then he starts to fuck me.

Each stroke is deliberate, intense, and hits the back of my channel.

“Come for me, Bambi. I want to feel you coat my shaft in your sweet honey. Show me how good it feels.” He grinds his hips deep into my center, and I grip onto his shoulders and start to come without even realizing it. My pussy quivers, and my body trembles as my release gushes out and around his big fat cock.

“Oh god…Bishop,” I scream his name and dig my nails into his skin, wanting and needing to claim him.

“Fuck yes. Mark me, Bambi. Make me bleed.” With his teeth bared and his thrust growing faster I know he’s close. His hips piston against mine as I arch up to meet his thrust.

“Come inside me Bishop. Mark me. Claim me,” I moan meaning every word I say and then like magic he does.

I feel his cock swell inside me, the already huge organ growing deep in my womb as jets of warm sticky come fill me, but Bishop doesn’t stop, he keeps fucking me, elongating his release. I’m so full of his cock and semen that I can’t even move.

“Fuck, look at that pretty pussy swallowing every drop of my come.” He pulls out and swipes his thumb across the head of his cock before bringing it to my lips.

I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around it savoring the saltiness tang that explodes against my tongue. I watch as the fire flickers in his gaze.

“You’ll look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He grins pull him finger from my mouth.

I swallow at the thought my pussy already growing wet.

Is there something wrong with me? How is it possible to want a man as badly as I want him? My heart hammers in my chest…

Bishop leans forward and runs a knuckle across my cheek pulling me from my thoughts.

“I love you, Bambi, I have no idea how this happened so fast, but it did. I think was meant to save you, meant to find you because we are soulmates.” Tears start to well in my eyes. I’m not sure how to feel. I know I feel the same way, it burns through me igniting deep down in my core, but I’m afraid too. Afraid that all might just be too good to be true.