Faith (My Misery Muse) by B. Betzold Page B

looked up at me
under her lashes. Damn, she was gorgeous. I unbuttoned my pants and
pulled the zipper down. “Take me out nice and easy, baby,” I
murmured and brought my hand to the side of her face rubbing my
thumb against her lips. She did as I told her; when I was out for
her to see, she licked her lips causing me to groan. Damn, this was
going to be fun.
    I tapped her cheek. “Open, baby.” She did as
she was told and I grabbed a handful of her hair grasping it
tightly and pulled her to my cock. “Now lick me.” She whimpered as
her tongue swept across the head of my cock. Damn, that felt good.
“Now suck me.” She opened her mouth wide and sucked me as far as
she could go. “Oh that feels good, baby.” I let her bob her head up
and down a few times then gripped her hair harder and started to
move her the way I wanted. “Now baby, who do you belong to?” She
shook her head as much as she could with my cock shoved in her
mouth.
    “Oh no, darling,” I told her, “it’s my cock
in your mouth right now; my cock that’s going to be filling that
pussy that’s aching for me right now. Who the fuck do you belong
to, Mags?”
    She whimpered around my dick and I pulled her
head back popping her sweet mouth off me. “Who do you belong to,
Mags?” I asked again.
    “You, Drake, I belong to you.”
    “You sure about that, darling?”
    She nodded.
    “No, you need to say it, baby.”
    “I’m sure,” she whimpered.
    “You want me to fuck you, baby?” I asked
quietly.
    “Please Drake.”
    “Strip and get on the bed.”
    “Uhm the cuffs,” she reminded me.
    “Shit, okay let’s get those pants off then.”
I helped her remove her pants and panties and turned her around so
she was facing the bed. “On the bed baby, on your knees, your ass
in the air,” I told her, then slapped her ass. She climbed on the
bed and I followed. I bent her hands behind her back holding them
in place with the hand that was handcuffed to hers and grabbed a
condom from the drawer, ripped it open and put it on. I reached
between her legs and slid my finger between her folds. “You ready,
honey?”
    “Yes, Drake, please.”
    I continued to rub against her lower lips
until she whimpered. “You sure, honey?”
    She nodded. “Please, Drake, fuck me now.”
    “All right, honey,” I told her, then entered
her fast and hard. “Is that what you need, darling, you need my
cock stretching your pretty pussy?”
    “God, Drake, just fuck me already.”
    “No, I don’t think I will; I think I will
stay just like this,” I told her. “You see I don’t think you
actually meant it when you said you belonged to me, so I am
thinking if I stay right here, and you can feel every inch of me
filling you like no one else ever has or will, you’ll start to get
what I am telling you.”
    She wiggled her hips trying to get me to
move, but I wasn’t going to until she admitted that she was
mine.
    “Drake, please move.”
    “Who do you belong to, Mags?” I asked. “And
you better fucking mean it or I will pull out and we can leave this
room right now. Since we are handcuffed together you can’t do a god
damn thing about the empty feeling you’ll have when I leave your
body.”
    “I swear to god, Drake—”
    “What?” I interrupted,” you’ll what
darling?”
    She huffed out a breath. “I am fucking yours,
Drake, okay, I am yours,” she screamed out.
    “Finally you’re getting it, honey,” I told
her and dragged my aching cock slowly out of her. I wrapped my
other hand in her hair and pulled her head back and then I thrust
in to her hard. I nuzzled into her neck. “Mine,” I told her.
    “Yes, Drake yours. God, fuck me.”
    I pulled her up so we were both on our knees
and started thrusting into her in earnest. God, she felt good
wrapped around me, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I
reached around her, parting her folds and gently tugged on her
clit, she whimpered. “Come for me, baby,” I told her and pinched
her