LOGIN**My first orgasm hit fast and brutal.My pussy clamped down violently around his thick shaft, spasming and fluttering as I screamed, back arching off the marble. Hot cream gushed around his cock, soaking his balls and the altar beneath me.He didn’t slow down. He fucked me through every wave, drawing it out until I was sobbing.Then he pulled out.His cock was glistening with my release. He moved higher, straddling my chest, and fed the thick, creamy length into my mouth.“Suck your own cum off your husband’s cock.”I obeyed eagerly, sucking and licking every inch while he fucked my throat in slow, deep strokes, the head bumping the back of my throat.While I choked on his cock, he reached back and pushed two thick fingers into my pussy, pumping them in time with his thrusts into my mouth.The dual sensation made me moan loudly around his shaft.He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, his cock shiny with my spit and cream.Then he moved back between my thighs.This time he pressed
SOFIA’S POV**The family chapel on the estate was small, ancient, and heavy with the scent of incense and old wood. Moonlight streamed through stained-glass windows, casting colored patterns across the marble altar and the polished pews. A single row of candles burned along the sides, their flames flickering like they knew what was about to happen.I stood at the entrance in nothing but the black silk ribbon still tied around my throat like a collar, my body already trembling with anticipation and fear.Matteo waited for me at the altar.He wore only black pants, his powerful, tattooed chest bare, the silver cross he sometimes wore dangling between his pecs. In his hand was the long black silk ribbon from our blood vow — the same one that had bound our bleeding wrists on our wedding day.His dark eyes burned as they raked over my naked body.“Come to me, little wife.”I walked down the aisle on shaky legs, my bare feet silent on the cool marble. My pussy was already swollen and drippi
His hands spread my ass cheeks wide, and his hot tongue dragged from my dripping pussy all the way up to my tight, untouched asshole.I moaned loudly, forehead pressing against the mirror.He ate me like a man possessed — long, hungry licks through my folds, sucking my clit, then circling my virgin asshole with the tip of his tongue before pushing inside.The sensation of his tongue fucking my ass while two fingers pumped into my pussy was filthy and overwhelming.“Look at yourself,” he growled against my skin. “Watch what a dirty little plaything you’ve become for your husband.”I did. In the mirror I saw my own face — eyes glassy with lust, mouth open in constant moans, breasts pressed against the glass, ass pushed back against Matteo’s face as he devoured both my holes.He stood up, cock already freed — thick, veined, and rock-hard, the head angry and leaking.He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, then pushed inside my pussy in one deep thrust.The stretch was still in
SOFIA’S POV**I woke up the next morning with Matteo’s cum still leaking slowly from my newly stretched pussy.The ache between my legs was constant — a delicious, throbbing reminder that the ruthless Don had claimed my virginity on the dining table and filled me so full I could still feel the warmth of his release deep inside me.For the next several days, Matteo turned my training into an art form.He kept me naked most of the time, except for the black silk ribbon from our blood vow tied loosely around my throat like a collar. He made me crawl to him on my hands and knees when he wanted me. He fed me from his fingers. He made me thank him every time he made me come.And I was addicted.My innocent mind was fracturing under the weight of overwhelming lust. Every time he looked at me, my pussy clenched and dripped. Every time he called me “little wife” in that dark, possessive voice, I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to ruin me again.Tonight, he took it further.We were in hi
He started to move — slow, deep thrusts at first. Pulling almost all the way out so I could feel the thick head catch at my entrance, then sliding back in until his hips slapped against my ass.Every stroke dragged along every sensitive nerve ending. The burn slowly melted into pure, blinding pleasure.“Harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. “Please, Husband… fuck me harder.”He gave me what I wanted.His pace increased, powerful, rhythmic thrusts that made the heavy table creak beneath us. The wet, obscene sound of his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the entire dining room.“Look at how beautifully you’re taking me,” he growled, one hand reaching around to rub tight circles on my swollen clit. “Your virgin blood and cream are coating my cock. Such a good little wife… creaming so much for your Don.”The pleasure built fast and brutal.My walls fluttered and clenched around his thick shaft, trying to pull him even deeper.“I’m— I’m going to come—” I cried out, voi
I obeyed instantly. He tapped the heavy, leaking head against my tongue, letting me taste the salty precum before pushing deeper.“Suck your husband’s cock like a good little wife.”I took him in eagerly, lips stretching wide around his girth. He was so thick my jaw ached almost immediately, but I didn’t care. I bobbed my head, taking as much as I could, tongue swirling around the veined underside while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.Matteo groaned deeply, one hand tangling in my hair as he guided me.“That’s it… good girl. Use that pretty virgin mouth. Get my cock nice and wet for your tight little pussy.”He fucked my mouth for long minutes — slow, deep thrusts that made me gag and drool, tears streaming down my cheeks. Every time I choked, he praised me.“Look at you… my innocent little bride choking on her Don’s cock. So fucking perfect.”When his cock was glistening with my spit, he pulled me up and bent me over the long dining table.My breasts pressed against
Ava's POVI should’ve run. Should’ve told someone—Mom, Dad, anyone. Should’ve locked myself in the cabin and pretended the last two nights never happened. Instead I went to the boathouse at dusk like a good girl.The sky was turning that bruised purple-orange color, sun bleeding into the lake
Another swat—right cheek this time. Harder. The sting sank deep—hot, blooming, turning my skin tight and red. I whimpered—quiet, bitten-off. He didn’t stop. Alternated—left, right, left, right—steady rhythm, each one landing heavier than the last. My ass burned—skin prickling, heat radi
I whimpered into his palm—muffled, desperate. He shoved his sweats down—cock springing free, thick and heavy, slapping against my ass cheek. No condom. No prep beyond the slickness already dripping from me. He notched the head at my entrance—slow, teasing—then pushed in.One long, deep slide
Ava's POVI’ve always been the good girl at these family reunions—the one who helps with dishes, smiles politely, never causes trouble. The one everyone calls “sweet Ava” or “little Ava” even though I turned 21 in March. But this year something shifted the second I stepped out of the car. The air sm







