by Joanna Blake
Her cool hands closed over my shaft. I watched as she pulled on my cock a few times and then slid something over it. It hugged my balls and the base of my cock. I knew what it was too.
It was a God damn cock ring.
That could mean only one thing. One terrifying, wonderful thing.
My bride was planning on keeping me hard for a good long while. I groaned and tugged on my cuffs as she lowered her head again, giving me another quick suck. My hips shot up towards the ceiling but she just smiled and wagged her finger at me.
I moaned in frustration as she took off her corset, then undid my ball gag. She sat beside me, playing with her gorgeous tits. Making me watch.
"Do you want to taste?"
"Yes!"
She smiled and leaned forward, offering me one nipple and then the other. With one hand she reached back and stroked my balls. I cursed and she laughed.
"Don't worry Cade. I'm going to ride you. Just wait a little while longer…"
She straddled my head and pulled her panties to the side. I stared up at her gorgeous pussy, stretching my tongue out towards it. With a sigh she lowered herself just enough so that I could twirl my tongue against her.
She rocked her hips, circling her sweet lips over my face. I went to town, licking with a desperation I'd never felt before. In no time, Cami was coming.
I tasted the extra moisture as she creamed all over my tongue. I lifted my chin, wanting to rub my face all over her. She shook and shimmied as I tongue fucked her through a massive orgasm.
Cami slid off me and leaned against my shoulder. She was catching her breath from her well-earned orgasm. I had made her wait over a week after all. But her naughty little fingers were still busy, scraping up and down my inner thighs and balls.
She took a sip of water and offered me some. I slurped it, getting water everywhere. Then she put the ball gag back in. She ran her fingers over my cock, lubing it up.
"Such a nice, hard cock. I feel like riding tonight."
She winked and straddled me.
"Now Cade, you know the rules- no coming! Not until I say so."
She smiled as she lowered herself onto my bare cock. I groaned at the feel of her tight little pussy as it enveloped me. She held onto her tits, pulling on the hard nipples. The sight of her like that… it was almost too much for me. I bucked my hips, trying to get further inside her but she shook her finger at me again.
Then she licked that same finger and lowered it to her clit.
My eyes practically bulged out of my head as I watched my wife bring herself to orgasm, with just the tip of my cock inside her. Her pussy convulsed all over my cockhead, giving me lots of teasing but no satisfaction.
I moaned as she settled down a little further. She started to rock back and forth, riding me softly. I wasn't in nearly far enough to get my rocks off yet.
Then she licked her finger again. I cursed, shaking my head. She stroked her clit, her eyes never leaving mine. She slid down further this time so I could feel her hugging my cock when she came.
"Ah ah ah ahhhhh!"
Camille was letting go, really enjoying herself. One hand played with her nipples while the other diddled herself silly. After another orgasm she finally slid down the whole way. We both groaned in unison. She was barely moving on my cock though. She was just sitting there.
It was diafuckingbolical.
She could come. I could not. Never mind the cock ring, the feeling of being embedded fully inside her but not being able to move was driving me literally insane.
I doubted I could have put two words together, even without the cock ring.
Then she did something even crueler.
She turned around.
I gasped when I saw her gorgeous ass. A sparkly faux gemstone winked at me from her ass. She'd worn the fancy butt plug I'd gotten her. One of many, many toys I'd given her over the past week. I realized it was the first time she'd worn it. She must have been saving this one.
She must have had it in during the entire wedding.
Camille gripped my ankles and started to ride me. I wanted to grab that ass and work it over my cock. But she had her own rhythm and she kept switching gears on me. I knew it was on purpose.
It was supposed to tease me, to get my balls full and on the verge of bursting. And it was working. It was sweet, heavenly torture. I was more desperate to come than I'd ever been in my life.
"Hmmm, that's nice. I feel like a cowgirl!"
She looked over her shoulder at me and winked.
"A reverse cowgirl!"
Then she did something so cruel I could hardly believe this was my sweet woman. My bride. I'd married this vicious creature and now I would have to pay the price.
Camille reached down and started to play with my balls.
Camille
I started to come again, using Cade's perfect cock to work myself into a frenzy. He grunted through the ball gag behind me but I ignored him, using my finger to bring myself to yet another rip-roaring orgasm. One of many I would have tonight.
I figured I had earned them.
I wasn't so cruel that I would leave him tied up like this all night though. Just a little while longer… I bucked wildly as the orgasm tore through me, making me lose my focus.
I arched backwards, my eyes on the ceiling. I waited for the shudders to pass, idly stroking his swollen balls. They were hot and heavy with seed.
I glanced over my shoulder at Cade. He looked like he was delirious from being tortured. His brow was sweaty and his face was twisted in concentration.
"Do you want to come, Cade? Have you had enough?"
He nodded vigorously, clearly desperate. I smiled at him sweetly. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't quite ready to stop.
"Soon. But not yet."
I faced his ankles and started to ride him again. I swiveled my hips with more confidence, liking the way I had total control in this position. I could work his cock exactly the way I wanted to, getting him inside me where he brushed my G-spot with each stroke.
I was getting close again when I heard it.
The sound of splintering wood.
Then I was being lifted up and over onto my back. My husband was above me, his cock spearing my soaking wet pussy. He still wore the ball gag as he started to fuck me hard and fast.
He groaned in ecstasy and reached down. He pulled out long enough to remove the cock ring and drove back into me again. I shivered, my body craving his pouding, rhythmic thrusts.
It was fun riding him, but this was something different.
He fucked me hard, but it didn't hurt. He was careful of the baby, controlling the depth of his thrusts. But good lord did it feel good.
He was a wild animal on top of me. He wasn't making love. He was mating.
He was claiming me.
I felt his cock expand as he started to come. He growled through the gag and started to thrust out of tempo. Little shocks of light seemed to pass between us as I felt the first warm spurt hit my womb.
I screamed as I came, harder than I ever had before.
He rode through my orgasm and his, sweat flying everywhere as he slid in and out, his orgasm not seeming to end. I was seeing stars as he finally stilled, his cock still twitching inside me in time to my own aftershocks.
He rolled to the side, the shackles still attached to the broken pieces of wood.
I leaned against him, tracing circles on his chest with my fingertips.
"We're going to have to pay for the bed."
Only then did he pull the ball gag from his mouth. He wiped his face and smiled at me, lightly slapping my hip.
"I told you darlin'. There's a reason they call me 'The Wrecker.'"
Six Months Later
I walked back and forth in our new apartment, bouncing Mason up and down on my hip. He'd been fed and cleaned recently. Now I was hoping he'd go down for a nap.
Mommy and daddy had some grown-up business to attend to.
I reached down with my free hand
and grabbed the strap around my cock. I'd been wearing it all day since our morning session. I hoped soon, she'd let me come.
My wife had taught me something new during our wedding night.
Sometimes it was good to let the lady be in charge.
She popped her head into the nursery.
"Is he sleeping?"
"Almost."
I whispered love words against his fuzzy head. He was a big boy, and strong. But he was also so soft and sweet smelling it made me want to gobble him up.
"You can put him down now. I think he's ready."
I nodded, setting our baby boy gently down in his crib.
"Then come on husband, it's time to claim my womanly rights."
I grinned and followed her to the bedroom.
Damn straight, it was a good thing to be married.
I watched as my wife pulled off her clothes and stood there in a sexy ass bra and panties. I noticed she had a tube of lube in one hand. She tossed it to me and bent over, looking over her shoulder at me.
"Your turn, husband."
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
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Devil's Riders: Before You (A short prequel to the Devil's Rider's Trilogy)
Slay Me (Rock Gods)
Dare Me (Rock Gods)
Cover Me (Rock Gods)
BRO'
A Bad Boy For Summer
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GRIND
HEAT
PUSH
DEEP
Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection)
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Cockpit
I rubbed my cheek where she'd slapped it, admiring the way she looked in those tight jeans of hers as she stomped off. She was a redhead alright. Only a russet haired woman would slap a man after kissing the hell out of him.
And Jenny was one hell of a kisser.
I took my time coming back in. Not because I was worried she'd slap me again. I was just deep in thought.
Mostly thinking about gettin' deep in her.
I sat down and ordered a watered down pitcher of beer. I had a long night ahead of me. I had someone to walk home.
Jenny scowled at me while she took my order, and scowled when she watched the other bartender bring it back. She scowled when she brought me a basket of fries.
The woman basically scowled up and down the whole night.
I sat back and waited for her shift to end, enjoying the memory of the way her luscious body had melted against me. It was getting close to time when she asked me if I wanted anything else. I took my time, staring up and down her body.
"Oh yeah honey, I can think of a lot of things."
"I'm not a piece of meat, Jagger!"
"No, you're definitely not a piece of meat. But you do look tender."
Jenny threw my check at me and turned tail to see to her other tables. I made my last beer count, sipping it slow as molasses until I was the last guy in the place. She started getting ready to close up. She 'accidentally' mopped right over my boots.
I smiled and stood up, throwing a fifty-dollar tip on the table. Her eyes widened. She stared at me as I walked out of the bar.
'Course I was waiting out front for her when she came out fifteen minutes later.
She stared at me. I stared at her. Then she walked up to me and tossed that fifty-dollar bill in my face.
"I'm not for sale you sonofabitch!"
I looked right at her. She was angry. But she had mistaken my meaning.
"I didn't say you were."
"Then what are you doing tipping like that?"
"I took up a seat in your section all night. Seemed fair."
She stared at me belligerently.
"Well, I'm not taking it."
"How about a twenty?"
"What are you, a cash machine?"
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her glorious, perfect, mind-bending chest. I pulled out a ten and a five.
"Fifteen?"
She yanked the money out of my hand so fast I got rug burn. Then she stomped off. The woman had a pair of legs on her. And she made good use of them.
I was whistling as I followed her back towards the base.
Grind
Something wet slid against my ear. I brushed it away, still half asleep. It grazed my skin again and I rolled away from it. I tried to wipe it off on the pillow beneath my head, grimacing at the slimy sensation. Now I was awake and I didn't want to be.
Damn.
I opened my eyes to see a woman bending over me. Her long blond hair brushed my face. I turned my head away.
"Cut it out."
She sat up, glaring at me.
"You didn't seem to mind last night."
Normally, I would have soothed her. Called her by name. Trouble is, I had no fucking clue who the hell she was.
I looked around.
I had no idea where I was either.
"Fuck me."
She grinned at me, tossing that long bleached hair over her shoulder.
"I already did."
Belatedly I noticed that she was wearing some serious lingerie. Black and cream lace. It matched her bedroom. Her very expensive looking bedroom.
I was swimming in a sea of neutral toned sheets and blankets. Silk probably. Expensive, definitely.
"I'd like to again."
I shook my head.
"Sorry babe, I gotta go."
She pouted. I rolled out of bed, looking for my clothes.
"Oh come on... Didn't we have fun together last night?"
I smiled and nodded. It's not that she was bad looking, even if she was at least a decade older than me. It was hard to tell with these rich older broads. She was toned, buffed and polished to a high shine.
Well preserved didn't even begin to cover it.
Yeah, she was hot. Not just for a cougar. But I wasn't in the mood. I didn't usually go for seconds anyway.
Hell. I never did.
Hit it and quit it was my motto. It served me well. I didn't want any entanglements and I doubted I ever would.
I looked at her, giving my best impersonation of someone who gave a shit.
"Where are my clothes?"
She smiled back and shrugged.
"I really couldn't say."
Fucking hell.
"That's great. Just great."
I looked around the room, lifting cushions and opening drawers. Nada. On the bedside table were my keys, wallet and phone. I scooped them up, thanking God for small fa
vors.
"Have a nice day, Ma'am."
"Wait- you aren't leaving like that!"
I coyly waved bye bye to her and left. I jogged through her palatial house in the buff. The marble floors were cool under my feet. The place screamed mega bucks. But not in a tacky way. It was tastefully done, just like the lady herself.
She was chasing me through the house, becoming less composed by the second.
"Seriously, you can't! What will the neighbors think?"
I stopped at the front door of her mansion, glancing back over my shoulder.
"You should have thought of that before you hid my shit."
She screamed in frustration and threw a vase at me. I heard it shatter against the door as I closed it behind me. Just in the nick of time.
"Damn. That would have left a mark."
I made a call as I strolled down her manicured driveway to the gate.
"Joss, can you pick me up? I need a ride."
I leaned against the wrought iron gate and waved at a neighbor who was walking their dog.
"Take your time."
Bro’
Not one for slacking I started my first full day home with a match against the club pro Matt. It cost extra to play with him but I didn't care. He was an amazing player and gave as good as he got. And for some reason, he considered me a friend.
Probably because most of the people who hired him were bored housewives hoping to get into his pants.
I'd noticed the cougar crowd dropping me hints the past few years as well. And now that I was 21... well maybe I'd take one of them up on it. At least I could be sure an older woman would know what she was doing.
I was dripping with sweat by the time we were done. I wasn't a big fan of showering at the club so I left. Matt waved me off and begged me to book him as much as possible this summer. I promised I would.
What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
Except, well, fuck.