THE MARRIAGE, PT. 2

Not everyone has to like you. That's absolutely fine, love.

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WARNING: Sexual Content

CHAPTER XXII

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MY TREPIDATION WENT unnoticed by him and he pulled me closer, not hesitating to kiss me as rough as he wanted to. I responded immediately, pushing my hesitation out of the door.

His tongue coaxed mine out, making me moan into the kiss as he began to pull my dress off from my shoulders. Breaking away, I looked up at him and panted.

“Your tongue is a gift from heaven.”

He smirked, but said nothing as he leant down to place hot kisses along my neck. His hand came around my back and unclasped my bra, leaving me to shrug the thin straps off my shoulders.

He pushed me onto my back, pulling the bra away and throwing it onto the floor with our other clothes. As he kissed and sucked the skin at my neck, his right hand groped my breast, massaging and kneading it in his large palm.

I let out a sigh, arching my back and pressing my chest into him as his thumb flicked over my nipple. My pussy clenched at the action and I squeezed my legs around his torso.

His eyes met mine and without breaking eye contact, he brought his head down to my chest. I watched, completely enthralled, as he encased my nipple in his hot mouth and sucked. I felt a shock of electricity from my crotch all the way to my brain as I threw my head back and let out a small cry of pleasure.

His tongue peeked out and rolled over the hard bud, flicking and sucking it as I almost came undone beneath him. His other hand grabbed my left breast, kneading it softly before rolling my hardened nipple between his two fingers.

“Daniel,” I moaned out, fisting the sheets on his bed as he continued his slow torture on my body. He switched around, bringing his mouth to my other breast which only felt so much better.

He trailed his mouth down the valley of my breasts, letting his tongue leave a hot, wet trail against my skin as he continued down my stomach until he reached the waistline of my panties. He looked up to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he hooked his fingers on the waistband.

I pushed my hips into him, trying to tell him what I wanted him to do but he only pursed his lips and sat up. He grabbed my hips and, without a word of warning, flipped me over so I was lying on my stomach.

He pulled me up so my bum was in the air, but my face was pressed into his pillow. I felt his hand on my thighs, caressing my soft skin as the wet spot in my panties only darkened. Finally, he hooked his fingers on the waistband of it again and slowly started pulling it down. I wiggled to help him get it off and lifted my legs so he could pull them off completely and throw them away.

“Are you going to keep quiet?” he asked, his voice coming out deep and husky.

My heart leapt in my chest as I nodded, but I wasn't entirely sure how true it was. His hands trailed up my inner thigh, teasing me before finally touching me where I had been craving him since he told me to close the door.

He dipped his finger between my folds, chuckling at how wet I was for him already. He rubbed his middle finger against my clit, not doing it as fast as I would like. I whined, pressing myself into his hand but he ignored me.

I gasped once I felt his thumb press into my entrance, my walls expanding to accommodate him. A whole moan escaped my lips at the combination of his fingers against my clit and his thumb slowly fucking me, but it turned into a loud gasp at the stinging pain that suddenly fell onto my ass.

I lurched away from the hand that had struck me, but he pulled me back roughly. “I thought you said you'd be quiet,” he said in a mocking voice, wrapping his arm around me to continue rubbing me.

I couldn't even answer him; I could just moan.

He suddenly pulled his hand away from me, not returning it as he got off the bed completely.

“Don't turn around,” he warned, just at the moment when I was about to do exactly that. I whined, but didn't fight him and waited patiently for him to come back.

He was kneeling in front of me seconds later with something in his hands. Unfortunately, I was too preoccupied staring at the tent in his sweatpants.

Before I could stop myself, I had already reached forward and palmed his massive erection. He let out a low groan and did nothing to stop me, so I took a risk. I pulled his grey sweats down as well as his boxers and was met with his large cock.

He was large with a red, mushroom head and veins running down his entire length. It stared at me angrily as I slowly worked my hand over his member, salivating over the precum that was already oozing from his tip.

I looked up at him, making my eyes go wide in the way that always ensured I got what I wanted. “Can I?”

He observed me for a moment, his pupils dilating even more with each passing second my hand stroked him. “Are you a good girl?”

That was all I needed. I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around his head and sucking him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip, moaning at the taste of his precum. He let out a low groan and grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding me further down on his length until I gagged all over him.

I pulled up before going back down again, and hollowing out my cheeks.

“Fuck,” he moaned again, moving his hips so he was fucking my mouth. I would have smiled if my mouth wasn't wide open to accommodate him completely.

Soon I pulled away completely, looking him in the eye as a thin trail of saliva connected my mouth to him.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, sitting back onto his legs. He picked something up from behind me, making me raise an eyebrow in confusion. “You make me feel like I'm committing a sin with a mouth like yours.”

My eyes widened when I realised what exactly he was going to do with the tie in his hand. It was too late though. He grabbed my chin firmly and wrapped it around my head, making it fall into my mouth like a makeshift gag. He tied it at the back of my head, making sure to pull my hair out of it as I protested with a hard glare.

“Don't look at me like that,” he said, a sadistic smile on his face as he forced my head up. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you're much prettier when you can't talk.”

I don't think he quite understood that I could have kneed him in the balls in that situation. And it would have been very painful. I considered it for a moment before I remembered that he owned multiple guns and other weapons.

He pulled off the remains of his clothes and walked around me so he was behind me again.

“Are you ready?” he asked, making me nod my head. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it backwards, but my loud, surprised yelp was muffled by the gag. “Use your words,” he said before landing a loud slap on my ass. My eyes brimmed with tears at the initial sting, but my wetness trailed down my thighs and I found myself wanting him more and more.

He let out a low humourless chuckle as he rubbed his hand over the painful area on my bum in an effort to soothe the pain. “Sorry. I forgot you were gagged.”

Even though his tone showed that he didn't forget anything and he was just being mean. Without waiting for a response from me, he pressed himself at my entrance before thrusting deep inside me.

I screamed around his tie, loving the way I had to stretch to accommodate him. He grabbed my hips and pressed my ass into him and without waiting for me to fully get accustomed to him, he began pistoning in and out of me at lightening speed.

Moans and different curses tumbled past my lips, but all of them came out muffled due to the gag. I buried my face in my arms, letting myself get lost in the immense pleasure as he continued to pummel me into a world of ecstasy and bliss.

At least I could move my hands this time.

“Good girl,” he said, grabbing my hair and yanking it back as I moaned and arched my back. “Take my dick just like that.”

I moaned at his words, feeling myself clench around him as he let out a pleasured moan. I outstretched my hand, pressing my palms against the headboard of the bed as it started squeaking due to our movements.

Suddenly, he slowed down his thrusts, hitting deeper into me.

“Can you feel me, princess?” he asked, making my stomach churn at his choice of words. I could feel him. I could feel every vein rubbing against my walls and his tip massaging my g-spot. I could feel every inch of him.

I moaned around the gag and nodded, becoming aware of how my drool was soaking the material of his tie.

He didn't seem like he gave a shit, though, so neither did I.

“Does it feel good?” he hit the perfect spot every time he entered me and, as if that wasn't enough stimulation, he reached around my torso and started working his fingers over my clit.

I let out another moan, feeling my orgasm approach me as I nodded my head up and down violently.

“Are you going to cum for me?” I nodded again, feeling tears prick the back of my eyes as he started rubbing me faster, but his strokes only got slower and more intense.

“Good girl,” he muttered softly, bringing his hand away from my clit and tightly gripping my waist instead. He used the other one to smooth back my crazy hair before he grabbed it roughly. “You'll cum and I'll have every drop of it.”

I couldn't say okay, so I only nodded my head vigorously again. I pushed myself against his hips, wanting more. Taking me by surprise, he pulled out of me completely before slamming back into me again.

He did this a couple times, picking up the speed every time until I felt my pussy clench around his dick. I let out a loud gurgled moan, almost choking on my own drool.

My eyes snapped shut and my body tensed up as my orgasm ripped through me, making me see stars behind my eyelids. I pressed my palms so hard against the headboard, I almost ripped it off and my legs buckled, threatening to give way.

Daniel pulled out of me and bent down, spreading me so his tongue could lap up all I had to offer. This only made it ten times worse as tears streamed down my face like rivers. I pressed myself into him, loving how his tongue made me feel.

It was only after I had finally finished cumming into his mouth, but he still used his tongue to fuck me did I realise that the night was far from over.

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I collapsed onto the bed in a heap, feeling that I could faint with all my exhaustion as Daniel laid beside me with his arms over his stomach. His curly hair was an absolute mess and he was covered in sweat - as was I - but on his face was a satisfied grin.

Something fluttered in my stomach upon the realisation that I was the cause of it.

The room was silent with the memory of what we did still heavy in the air, but it wasn't nearly as suffocating. I looked up at the ceiling, pulling the covers up over my chest as my breath slowly came back to normal and my heart rate calmed down.

But the sudden pounding at the door had it racing again in seconds.

“Daniel! Open this door right fucking now!” The voice behind the door could only be described as angry as the fiancée, Celeste, voiced her frustrations in loud yells. “I know you've got some bitch in there with you. If you don't open this door right now...”

He jumped up, a mischievous smirk on his face as he began to make his way to the door, but I grabbed his arm, instantly catching his attention.

“Please don't let her know it's me,” I pleaded, making him look at me in confusion.

He stared at me for a bit, as if trying to find out the reasoning behind my words without asking before shaking his head and running a hand through his brown, unruly curls.

“I won't,” he finally said, the mischievous smirk back as he took in my naked form. “On one condition.”

Of course. Daniel wanted to play right now. And if it wasn't going to be with his beloved Celeste, then it would be with me. Because, to him, although Celeste deserved his wicked games, I was his plaything. I was so much more fun to make squirm.

“What do you want?” I asked, leaning further away from him as he leaned closer until I had falling unto my back with the pillow surrounding my head.

Celeste let out a yell from behind the door, reminding us of her presence as Daniel rolled his eyes and made his way down my body.

“Moan for me.”

“What?”

“Moan,” he began, spreading my legs wide open and placing a kiss on my thigh, “for.” He placed a kiss higher up my inner thigh, causing a shiver to run through me, “me.”

I bit onto my bottom lip, holding back from him the one thing that he wanted as he placed a soft delicate kiss on my sensitive bud.

“Moan, Ara,” he said, just as a loud angry knock broke from behind the door.

He paid no attention to it and instead sucked on my clit, making me buck my hips and screw my eyes shut in both pain and pleasure.

“Daniel,” I breathed out, fisting the sheets as I pressed myself into his face. He hummed in acknowledgement to his name, sending a pleasurable vibration through my as I arched my back and let out a low moan.

“Daniel! Open the fucking door!” The pounding continued and I would've rolled my eyes at the sheer patheticness if my eyes weren't already rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” I moaned louder this time, almost in spite of the fiancée as I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed his head closer to me as if he wasn't close enough.

Due to my already sensitive clit it didn't take long for a small orgasm to start building up inside of me. I bucked my hips wildly, making Daniel wrap his arms around my waist to keep me still as countless moans and curses escaped my lips.

Soon enough the high wore off and instead of insane pleasure, I felt an aching pain between my legs. I fought against Daniel's tight grip on my thighs and tried to close them as I pushed his head away from me.

“Stop. Please stop,” I begged in a croaky and exhausted voice.

For once, he listened to my pleading, I guess realising that the fact I had actually told him to stop meant that I was being serious. He pulled away from me and sat up, a smirk on his face as his fiancée continued to rage against the other side of the door.

I collapsed into the bed in a pool of my own sweat as he left one last lingering kiss on my inner thigh before coming up so his face was directly in front of mine.

“Tomorrow night I'll blindfold you,” he said as I felt my eyelids begin to droop.

I knew that I should've got up and walked back to my room, but I was absolutely exhausted and couldn't find the strength in me to do anything but sleep.

Just before I lost full awareness of my surroundings, I felt his weight slowly come off the bed as he got up and walked to the door to calm the raging fiancée down.

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Sorry for not knowing how to adequately describe a cock.

Are yall still pissed at Daniel or do I still need to have him dead by the end of the book because I've got a perfect scene in mind where I can work that in.

Lmao see ya!