Keeping his bride

Luca

K

EEPING VERONA ON the edge all day has been quite entertaining, to say the least. And knowing that she’s so horny and desperately craving my cock, and only my cock, makes me feel powerful, like I can conquer the world.

“Let’s play some pool,” I suggest while we’re sitting on the couch watching TV. She’s been trying to hump my bones all afternoon and evening, and I haven’t given in to her yet.

“You want to play pool. Now?” she asks with a heavy sigh, and I can hear the disappointment in her voice. I bite back a grin and tell her, “Yes, let’s play.”

I get up from the couch and extend my hand to her. When she reluctantly puts her hand in mine, I pull her up to a standing position and lead her over to the rec room.

A pool table sits in the middle of the room. There are various other games and electronics that we could play with, but I want to see Verona bent over this table as she strokes a long stick with her hands. Fuck, it’s going to take all of my willpower to actually play the game and not put my long stick in her.

I pick up a pool cue and hand Verona one. The balls are already racked on the table, so I tell her, “Ladies first.” I watch anxiously as she lines up a shot, breaking the cluster of balls and sending them scattering over the pool table.

She manages to get one of the balls in a corner pocket.

“Stripes,” she says.

I grin. “Then I’m solids.”

She bends over the table, and my cock presses painfully against my zipper as I watch her swing her hips in an effort to get a good angle. I bite back a groan as I watch her stroke the pool cue between her fingertips before she releases it, smacking the tip against the number nine ball.

She gets the shot in, and, fuck, color me impressed.

“I married a pool shark,” I tell her, and she giggles.

“My great aunt had an old pool table in the basement. I used to play for hours since we rarely left the house.”

I frown at that statement. Her great aunt was a real piece of work. I can’t believe Verona’s father would send his only daughter to live with someone like that. The woman barely took care of Verona. She didn’t buy her things or spoil her the way she deserved. I’m just glad that I can make up for lost time and give her the life she used to probably only dream about.

I watch her hit four more shots in until she finally misses one. I take my time lining up my shots, smacking ball after ball in and ultimately winning the game.

“You win,” she says.

“What’s my prize?” I ask as I turn to her.

At this point, she’s pouting, thinking I don’t want her when, in reality, I’ve never wanted her or anyone else more in my entire life than in this moment.

“Whatever you want,” she answers before her pink tongue darts out of her mouth to lick her lips.

“Whatever I want?” I pace around the floor, looking her up and down. She’s still mad about earlier when I wouldn’t let her come. I guess I should make it up to her, but I want to tease her a little more first. I love that she’s so hot and wet for me.

“Get on the pool table, Verona,” I tell her. She raises her brows in confusion. “Don’t make me tell you again. Climb on the table, lie on your back and hang your head over the edge.”

She carefully hoists herself up onto the table and does what I instructed. With her head hanging over the edge, her beautiful, long neck is exposed. I stroke her silky, smooth skin and feel her swallow hard under my hand.

“Do you want to suck my cock?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.

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“I want to suck your cock,” she says softly.

“Mm, honey, I love hearing filthy words come out of your sexy mouth.” I pull down my sweatpants over my hips and position myself in front of her. I watch in awe as her pink tongue darts out and licks around the crown. “Open wide for me, honey,” I tell her. When she does as she’s told, I feed my cock between her bee-stung lips and into her soft, wet mouth. My cock swells in her mouth as she tastes me, licks me and sucks me.

I watch my cock slide down her throat. She gags, but she doesn’t fight me or try to make me stop. “Fuck, you’re perfect for me,” I praise her with a groan. Her hand reaches out to touch my thigh, and then she’s kneading my heavy balls while she continues to suck me. I pump my hips slowly, making her take every last inch of me in her mouth and throat before pulling out again. I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want to come just yet. Stepping back away out of her reach, I tell her, “Your turn.”

I walk over to the oversized couch and lie down. “Your throne is awaiting, my queen,” I tell her before I motion for her to join me.

Verona slowly gets undressed and walks over to me. “You want me to…”

“I want you to sit on my face, Verona. I want to taste that pussy before I ravage it with my cock.”

She shudders at my words before climbing onto the couch and positioning her thighs on either side of my head. Grabbing her ass, I pull her down to my mouth. I don’t start slow. No, I fucking devour her, relishing in the sounds of her whimpers and cries above me as she holds on to the back of the couch for dear life.

I lick, suck and bite gently, feasting on her like a desperate, starving man. She begins to squirm, trying to escape the intense pleasure, but I wrap my hands around her thighs and hold her to me, not caring if I even breathe at this point. I focus my efforts on her clit, driving her crazy with lust as she begins moaning loudly.

I know she’s close, so I remove my hands from her thighs and move them around to stick a few fingers into her trembling pussy and press one finger inside of her tight, little puckered hole.

Verona cries out, “Yes, Luca!” And then she’s almost screaming as she grinds down on my fingers and face, coming so hard. I can feel both of her holes gripping me so damn tight, and I can’t wait to fill her with my cock and feel it all over again.

I keep licking her until she begs me to stop. When her legs eventually stop shaking, I tell her, “I want to watch you ride my cock, honey.”

Moving down my body, she positions herself over my waiting cock, which is weeping in anticipation for her pussy. She slowly sinks down on my length until she’s fully seated. And fuck, it feels like heaven.

“Your greedy little cunt has been craving my cock all day, hasn’t it?”

“Yes!” she cries out.

Verona works her hips, grinding down on me. I grip her hips in a bruising hold as I lift mine to meet her on every downstroke, and it only intensifies the feeling.

Her hands go to her breasts, and she plays with her little rosy nipples, turning me on even more. I love watching her play with herself. “Touch your clit for me, honey.”

Her hand moves from her breast, down her stomach and in between her legs. She grinds against me as she fingers herself, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more erotic sight before in my life. I’m going to keep this image ingrained in my brain forever.

“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Your body was made for sinning,” I tell her.

“So was yours,” she groans.

I grip her hips, driving her down my cock harder and harder and bringing us ever closer to the abyss we both crave.

Liquid pleasure floods through my veins as I throw my head back onto the couch and come harder than I think I’ve ever come before.

Verona continues to grind down on me, chasing her own orgasm until she shatters on my cock. She collapses on my chest, exhausted, and I continue to fuck her nice and slow by pistoning my hips in a relentless rhythm while she rides out wave after wave of pleasure on my cock.

When we’re both fully spent, I relax my legs and hold her to me. Our chests rise and fall rapidly in a rhythm together until we’re both able to catch our breath.

“Can you die from having too many orgasms?” she asks softly.

A loud chuckle erupts out of my chest. “I don’t know, but it would be one hell of a way to go, wouldn’t it?”

We lie on the couch for a long time after that, and eventually she falls asleep on top of me. I don’t want to move her, but I don’t want her to get cold in the middle of the night. So, as carefully as I can, I move her off to the

side of the couch so that I can stand up. Then, I ick her up in my arms and carry her to the master bedroom.

I tuck my sleeping beauty into the bed, covering her up. And then I do something I’ve never done before in my life. I watch her sleep. I don’t even realize I’m doing it until a chill starts to set in, and I realize I’ve been standing there for several minutes, just watching her.

And in that moment, it just kind of hits me all at once, like a ton of bricks.

I’m in love with Verona Vitale.

I love her more than anything on this fucking planet.

I would kill for her. I would live for her. But more importantly, if it came right down to it, I would die for her.

She is my entire world now. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.