The Marriage Sacrifice

“We barely know each other.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other or want this. I know I want you, Sage. I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I don’t care. I know you mean the world to me.”

She wanted to believe him so bad.

Why don’t you?

What’s hard about believing him?

He began to open the buttons of her shirt until there were no more left. He slid it off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor.

“Don’t you want to make cake?” she asked.

He pushed his hand into her jeans and cupped her pussy. “Why would I want to make cake when I know how wet you are?” He withdrew his hand, and she watched him suck on his digits.

Flicking the button of her jeans, he pushed them down until she stepped out of them.

She didn’t want to be the only one naked, so, taking charge, she sank to her knees before him, gripping his waist.

Starting at his belt, she looked up at him.

His eyes were dark, hypnotic, and she couldn’t look away. She slid the zipper down, the sound seeming to echo around the kitchen as she did so.

Dom kicked off his shoes as she dragged his suit pants down. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against the front of his boxer briefs. Sliding her hand across the length of him, she marveled at the size. He wasn’t a small guy.

She reached inside, finally grasping him. Pulling the boxers down, she stared at his cock. The tip was already slick with pre-cum, and the vein along the side pulsed with his arousal.

Unable to resist, she slid her tongue across the tip and heard him moan.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

She smiled as she took the entire head of him between her lips, sucking him until he hit the back of her throat, and pulling off, using her hand to work him at the same time.

Without waiting for him to instruct her, she took him back into her mouth, bobbing her head, working at a pace where she knew he was highly aroused. His fingers sank into her hair, and she didn’t stop sucking him, wanting more of him.

“I’m not going to be able to last if you keep on doing that.”

She didn’t care if he lasted or not. He tasted incredible, and she wanted this. Regardless of his reasoning for wanting their wedding to go through, she no longer cared. All she wanted was to feel his dick in her mouth.

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The wedding was going ahead if Sage wanted it or not. For Dom, he wanted it. As he stared down at her while she took him into her mouth, it was fucking incredible. She licked and sucked at his length, gagging on the tip as he went as deep inside as he could.

Wrapping her long, black locks around his hand, he began to pump his hips, wanting her to take more, feeding her his cock, and she moaned around the length. The vibration nearly set off his release, but he held back, not wanting to let go just yet.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off forever.

When he felt her lips, wanting them all over his body, he knew Sage had fucked with his plan. It wasn’t only the company he was marrying her for, but for himself. He wanted her, and each day that went by, drawing them closer to his wedding, was a day he anticipated even more.

He wanted to put his wedding band on her finger, and to fill her with his cum so she got pregnant.

Even thinking about another man made him insanely jealous, and it was intense. He’d never felt so obsessed or possessive with a woman in his life.

Sage was the reason he felt all of these things.

“I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

She pulled off his cock. “Don’t.”

She truly was a dream come true, and as he fucked her face, he didn’t hold back his release. He spilled inside her mouth, and Sage took all of it. She swallowed every single drop as he filled her mouth until there was nothing left.

Afterward, he did no more than pick her up. His knees felt a little weak, but he didn’t give a shit about that.

“Dom, put me down. You’re going to drop me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of dropping you. I’ve got you.” He wasn’t going to let her go. Kicking open her door, he placed her on the bed, hoping to make his point even more. He didn’t give her a chance to get away as he spread open her legs. She wore a pair of white lacy underwear, and he tore them from her body so he could see her wonderful, slick pussy.

He pressed a hand between her thighs, finding her wet. “This is how I like to have you, Sage. Wet and ready for me. Only me.”