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The Ritual(127)

Author:Shantel Tessier

He slides into my mouth, and the excess drool pushes out the sides of my open lips and runs down my skin to land on my tits. My entire body is wet—if not from sweat then drool or the cum between my legs.

His cock slides along the inside of my mouth, and I try to suck on it the best I can, but it’s impossible since my lips can’t close around it.

“Fuck, Blake,” he growls. Letting go of the top of my head, he bends his knees, getting lower, and spreads his large hand across the back of my head, holding it in place while he slowly fucks my mouth, knowing that it won’t stay like this for long.

He pushes to the back of my throat, and I gag, my body fighting not to vomit while trying to breathe at the same time.

I blink, fresh tears running down the side of my face, and he looks down at me, his green eyes hooded and needy. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and biting down.

My soaked pussy clenches, wanting him to fuck it.

As he pulls completely out of my mouth, the drool runs down my front once again before he pushes back into me, shoving it to the back of my throat harder this time. Right as I gag, he pulls it out. I get a quick breath in just before he shoves his hips forward. His hand on the back of my head keeps it from moving. There’s no way for me to fight it.

No. I’m his to use however he wants. And it’s got my nipples hard and pussy begging to be fucked.

His good girl.

My nose is running as much as my eyes are crying. I can only imagine how awful I must look, but he is staring down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Pulling out, he forces his way back in, and when his eyes fall shut, I know he’s about to fuck my mouth as if it’s my pussy when he moans, “Goddamn.”

I kneel, cuffed and gagged wide open for him to use, fighting the urge to vomit and trying to breathe every chance I get.

His fingers grip my hair, and my eyes start to roll back into my head from lack of oxygen when he pulls out of my mouth, and a feral growl rips through the room right before his cum hits my mouth, face, and body.

I sag on the floor, trying to breathe, when I hear him zip up his jeans. I open my heavy eyes, looking up at him through watery lashes.

He kneels before me, breathing heavily. He reaches out, his hand wrapping around my throat but not taking away my air. Thank God, because I’m still trying to catch mine. “Good girl, Blake. Good girl.”

My eyes fall closed, and an unintelligible whimper comes from my open mouth at his praise. It was worth it!

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

RYAT

I WALK BEHIND her and undo the chain connected to her cuffs. Her body relaxes as if she thinks I’m about to free her from the handcuffs, but that’s not the case.

Pressing my hand to her back, I order, “Face on the floor.” I know it’s hard to move her sore body, so I grab her shoulder and help her. Her face lays down on the cum and drool and she spreads her legs wide for me, showing me that glistening cunt.

I kneel behind her, my hands on her ass cheeks, and she wiggles it for me. I push two fingers into her pussy, and she shifts on her knees. I know the concrete floor is cold and unforgiving, but that’s the point. My wife likes a little pain with her pleasure.

I shove a third finger into her, and mumbled cries come from her still gagged mouth. Leaning over, I spit on her ass and move my fingers from her cunt upward. She shifts once again, and I place my hand on her back. “Don’t move, Blake!” I warn.

Even though I just came, I’m still hard. I’m always ready for her. No matter what. Unzipping my jeans again, I pull out my still wet dick and spread her legs wider with mine, forcing her to arch her back more.

I slide into her wet cunt and reach up to grab the chain connecting her handcuffs, holding them in place while my other hand spreads across her lower back, my thumb sliding into her ass.

She shifts, unintelligible noises fill the room from her open mouth gag and I smile. I don’t give her any warning or chance to recover from what I’ve already done to her. Instead, I take my wife like I’m paying to use her—hard and fast.

My body slapping hers. My knees ache from the concrete floor so I know her entire body is hurting. But it doesn’t stop her from cumming again, this time all over my cock. I’m not far behind her.

Pulling out, I stand and she stretches out her body, lying down flat. I remove the key from my pocket and undo the cuffs, followed by the buckle on the gag. She cries when I remove it from her mouth. “Roll over,” I demand softly. Her body is sluggish, but she does as she’s told, and her heavy eyes look up at me.