by Lucian Bane
“Fuck Gramma's company,” he said, kissing her with a hunger. “I’m already twenty years late. You need to be punished with pleasure. The world can fucking hold.”
“Go wait in my bed,” Daniel ordered after he wrapped her in a towel.
She didn’t have to wait long before Daniel stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to the bed. She stared in open lust at his glorious body, the natural light making his skin glow under the lion tattoo.
He stopped at the side of the bed, facing her. “Play with yourself. Just like you were doing in the tub. Show me,” he said, holding his cock at the base while stroking with his other hand.
Nineveh lowered down onto the pillow and opened her knees, then drew them back so that her toes pointed at the bed. She watched the muscles in his jaw work as he stared between her legs, eyes burning on her hands. One she used to swirl circles over her clit and the other to dip slowly in and out of her. She wet her clit with her slick fingers, panting from the sounds he was beginning to make while stroking his length and watching her. His breaths thickened as he moved to the foot of the bed and crawled his way toward her, never taking his eyes off her hands as he got closer.
She didn’t remember ever feeling so desirable. It made her feel… bold and sexy. Made her want to provoke him, see how much power she had over him. She pulled her knees farther back, opening herself even wider for him. When he knelt just before her, she fingered herself deep, heaving when his eyes clenched shut and he stilled his cock strokes. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze roaming up her body, locking onto her tits now as she eyed the way his cock slid in and out of his fist. God, he looked so hot when he swirled his fingers over the slit, making himself grunt. Her pussy burned from all of it.
He lowered to the bed, still on his knees, his hands pushing her wider. She yelped from the fire he caused just by forcing her legs to the bed and pinning them tight. It felt so amazing, like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“Use my cock,” he whispered, lifting so he was near enough.
He let out a grunt when she took hold and slid the head all over her throbbing skin.
“Your fucking tits,” he whispered, eyeing the way they pushed up between her arms.
She focused on sliding his head all over her clit. “So hot,” she told him as she fought to flick her hips under the delicious grip of his hands. She wiggled and reached with her pussy for the head of his cock, wanting to feel him inside her. His grip turned harder, forcing her to be still as he barely thrust his cock, just enough to get the head right in her opening. God it was perfect. She twirled her fingers over her clit, ready to come just like that, her gaze roaming from his cock to his face and every glorious muscle between those two points.
“Daniel,” she cried, feeling it coming.
He pulled back and closed her legs. “Get on your stomach. Put your arms toward the head board and hold them together.”
Panting, she licked her lips. “Yes sir,” she remembered to say as she got in position, laying with her face turned toward the wall. She waited, her heart racing as the bed dipped on the left then right as he straddled her. He was near her shoulders and she gasped at feeling him sliding himself down, letting her feel his ass, balls and cock as he went. She’d never felt anything so erotic in all her life.
As he neared the bottom, her hips lifted in need. Where were mirrors when you needed them? What she wouldn’t give to see this beautiful man doing such amazing things to her. Onto his next mission, he stroked his fingers along her hips, up and down, then moving to feel every inch of her ass like it were precious and delicate. With her legs shut tight still, he grabbed a handful of her butt cheeks with both hands and squeezed, kneading in a circular motion that pulled the muscles apart then shutting them.
She strained with moans when he held the cheeks open. “I’m going to lick your beautiful fucking ass.”
She lifted her hips to show she wanted that. “Oh my God,” she shot out the second his wet, hot tongue slid firmly over the quivering muscle followed with lazy, firm circles surrounded by his burning breaths. He flicked right on the center of it then. “Daniel,” she strained as he groaned and gripped her butt cheeks harder, opening her more and pushing the tip of his tongue inside. “Oh God, God,” she gasped, trembling with need. She’d never had anybody do that to her there. Never. Nor did she think anything could possibly feel good there. She’d only ever had pain before this.
His ragged breaths had her clit throbbing as he returned to lapping and circling until she knew nothing but non-stop moans. His grip suddenly lessened, and the heat of his tongue left with the dip of the bed on her right. He slid his fingers between her legs and pushed until he had her spread as wide as she could go. The position had her panting and ready to come on the spot.
“Fucking Christ,” he whispered, his hands stroking slowly over her legs and open ass with an eagerness that made her pump her pussy against the bed. “You’re ready to come?”
“Yes,” she begged, breathless. “I need to come.”
“You do. You will.”
The prophetic words stole her breath as he filled his hands with her ass again and squeezed like before, moving her butt in slow circles. Her pussy lips opened with every rotation, the wet sounds seemed to reduce him to seething hisses. He began pushing her against the mattress, adding a tormenting pressure on her clit.
“Raise your ass.”
The hard edge to his words sent a tingle into her clit. “Yes sir,” she whispered, lifting.
He released her butt only to bring his hand down in a hard spank that made her jolt in shock. “Daniel!” she yelled, panting in excitement. “Yes,” she added, not wanting him to stop.
“You like that?” He spanked again.
“Oh my God, yes.” She lifted her ass higher, wanting more. And he gave it. Another hard spank on her other cheek.
“I’m going to spank you till you come.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Could he? Could she?
He pulled her hips up. “On your knees.”
“Yes sir,” she huffed, bending her legs until her knees were on the bed, bringing her ass high into the air.
“Open your knees.”
He spanked her before she could, and her cries and moans ran together, without end. When her ass was as high as she could get, she strained to see as the head of his cock slid softly along her opening. “Yes, yes, please.”
He spanked her hard and gave a grunt, pushing the head in her entrance. “Hold it there.” Another spank lit up her ass and he pulsated in her opening. He gave another spank, then another. And another. And another.
“Daniel, Daniel,” she cried. “I need it. I need to come.”
“Your pussy,” he shuddered, spanking again, his breaths ragged. “It’s quivering on me.” Another spank. “Biting my fucking cock.”
“Yes,” she cried, feeling the tip of his finger at her ass. “Do it.”
“Do it,” he repeated under his breath, spanking her harder. Her body jerked and sucked the tip of his finger inside. She wriggled her hips, wanting to force him to fuck her and the un-submissive move earned her three consecutive spanks.
“I’m going to come,” she cried or begged.
“No, you’re not.”
The clear warning came as his hand stroked slowly over the hot skin of her ass. The pace soothed yet promised more. “Fuck me,” she begged, getting another spank that throbbed in her clit. “Fuck me,” she repeated, earning another spank. “Fuck me, fuck me!” she cried, desperate and out of her mind now.
Daniel groaned, soothing the stinging skin while fucking only her ass with his finger, the head of his cock throbbing in her opening.
She let out a cry at feeling his finger on her clit. “Please!”
“Sweet angel,” he whispered, circling the base of her clit. “You’re going to come hard.”
“I will, I will,” she nodded, delirious with desire. “I want to come all over your cock.”
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��Fuck,” he said around his snarls. “You will,” he swore, pushing his cock slowly inside her, his finger gently sinking into her ass. “Play with your clit,” he said, his finger sliding off her pussy. “Both hands on it.” He continued to sink his cock deeper inside as she heaved and moaned, working both hands under herself, crying out at the first contact on her hard clit. “Slowly,” he grit in warning, followed by a hard spank.
“Daniel,” she begged, on the verge of coming. “I can’t.”
“You can.” He buried his cock until his body pressed into her ass then spanked her again. She cried out into the mattress, removing her fingers from her clit to keep from coming. One touch and she would be over the edge.
She could orgasm from the thick lust in his non-stop groans and the way his fingers dug into the muscle where he gripped her hip. “You’re dripping everywhere,” he hissed with a hard spank.
Oh God, she was, she could feel it leaking down the back of her thighs where he pressed into her. “I want to fuck you,” she cried, pulling for air, desperate for him to give it all, every bit of his pleasure punishment. “Daniel…”
“Nineveh,” he answered in a hungry growl as he pressed against her, flicking his hips and forcing the head of his cock to hit bottom. Pleasure raced through her body pushing her higher into a whirlwind of delirium, his finger making sensual love to her ass in slow, deep strokes. “Touch your clit,” he ordered, his words harsh and strained.
“I’m going to come!” she warned, not wanting to disobey.
“You fucking may.” He brought his hand down on her ass hard, but he didn’t stop this time as he flicked his hips deep inside her and fingered her ass. “Come on my cock angel. Right fucking now.”
She used one hand to brace on the bed above her head, so she could shove against his cock as two rotations over her clit brought the most violent shatter she’d ever experienced. Her body opened wide instead of locking up, sucking in every bit of the divine pleasure he punished her with.
He covered her body with his, his mouth pressed to her ear with ragged, boiling breaths. “My body,” he whispered, kissing where hair clung to her face with sweat. “My flesh. Say it. Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whimpered.
“Every pain you’ve suffered,” he said. “Is mine. All mine to heal. You’re all mine,” he said, his words hot and promising.
“I’m all yours, I’m all yours,” she barely whispered, ready to give in to the heavenly sleep saturating every muscle. “All yours.”
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Daniel carefully laid next to his beautiful wife. She was his. To honor and cherish. To protect and love. Fuck, how did he land here? How did he stumble into this paradise? He entered a door in hell and came out in heaven on the other side.
Daniel’s heart grew hot in his chest at the fucking… glory. And God knew. Knew from the beginning. He’d put her there for him. To help. To love. To have. She’d been a gift disguised in some job he thought he was called to do.
She had been the job. And God brought him right to her. But fuck, he’d never dreamed her healing would come directly from his hands. His lips. His heart and soul. His life.
And then there was that other thing. Felt like the opposite side of the spectrum thing. He clearly had hidden away some serious hungers and they were all clawing to get free.
Was he doing shit right? The ideas that he had for healing her always seemed perfect in his head, but while doing them, he felt other things that made him second guess everything. The urges that took him over when he played that role… were those godly?
His mind happily reminded him of the feel of her ass when he spanked her. No, the way she responded to it, holy fuck. The way he liked the feel of her pussy and body as they clenched on him.
After considering it for a minute, Daniel was positive it had to be the most godly thing he’d ever felt. He was pretty sure if there was a list of sex laws governing marriage, ‘Thou shalt spank your wife’s gorgeous ass’ would be right at number one.
Daniel smiled at hearing a light snore coming from Nineveh. Was probably the first time she’d ever been fucked into divine protected oblivion. He’d spoil her to it. Already he’d fantasized of fucking her in every position, in every location, in and out of the cabin. It was just a matter of fulfilling each.
The sound of Gramma in the kitchen reminded him of the shit that would prevent him from doing what he wanted with Nineveh. Carefully, he moved off her, wanting her to rest. At his dresser, he pulled out a pair of jeans then paused, considering. That sex trafficker Josh was coming over, he remembered.
Daniel went to his closet and found his one long sleeve black dress shirt. When he found the matching slacks, his nose wrinkled. He could just wear it over a t-shirt. With jeans. Yeah. Fuck yeah. Not like Josh had a chance with Nineveh.
He went back to his dresser and threw on his clothes, zipping up his jeans. Glancing over his shoulder, he found Nineveh laying on her side, head propped on her hand. The look and smile on her face stole his breath. He walked to her, his gaze on her breasts, soft and ready.
She covered them with the blanket as he neared, and she sat up, eyeing him with a sparkle in her eyes. He held her face in his hands, staring into those pretty eyes. “Goddamn you’re beautiful,” he said, amazed, stroking the soft skin with his thumbs.
Her smile softened, and she lowered her gaze. “So are you.”
He bent to kiss her right as the smell of her orgasm hit him in his dick. He held her face and gave in to the sudden need to devour her mouth. Before he knew it, she was fighting to get his pants open and he grabbed her hands, pulling up. “Gramma,” he reminded, winded.
“But you didn’t… I want to make you…”
Daniel knelt before her and laid his head in her lap, wrapping his arms around her. She stroked his head and ran her fingers through his hair. “Later. I’ll make you later.”
Her tiny moan jerked in his cock and he raised up and stared in her face, seeing all the evidence. “You like when I make you.” The idea aroused him more than he thought might be healthy. “I like making you,” he said, partly confessing with mild wonder of it.
“You better get away from me. I’m about to be un-submissive.”
A thrill shot through him at the threat and Daniel smiled a little, but again it was a peculiar thing, one he wanted to examine. Why should he like the idea of her being un-submissive? “I like punishing you.”
“I might like doing bad things,” she confessed back, her eyes full of challenge.
Daniel reached between her legs and slid his finger along her pussy lips. “Soaked,” he muttered, staring at how his hand looked there. She opened her legs, already moaning as he circled his finger slowly on her clit. She pumped and twirled her hips against his touch and that raging hunger filled Daniel like it always did, turning his muscles hard and setting off his aggression. He placed a hand on her chest and forced her to lay on her back then closed her legs and straddled them at her knees. “Pinch your nipples. I’m going to give you an orgasm.”
“No fair,” she whined, already pinching her nipples as Daniel used his legs to keep hers locked together.
Sliding his finger between her fat pussy lips, he found her clit and circled slowly, building her. Her legs pushed against his, fighting to open when he wiggled his fingers side to side over her clit in light rapid strokes. Her moans turned into cries of lust and Daniel watched in rapture as she squeezed her tits tight and pinched her nipples. He looked down at his fingers, moving them faster until her pretty lips jiggled around them. “Yes,” he said, hearing her orgasm coming in her peaked cries. “That’s it. I’m going to make you come like this every day.” Daniel stepped back while holding his brisk pace on her clit. “Open wide now.”
She gasped and pulled her legs back and Daniel shoved his middle finger deep inside her giving deep sharp jabs until her back bowed and her head arched. Daniel growled at the fucking sight, turning up the pace on her clit as she shook with her orgas
m and clutched the bed covers in tight fists. Daniel dropped to his knees and held her wide open while lapping up her orgasm with hungry sounds. He’d never smelled or tasted anything so insanely satisfying and addictive. He knew he’d never stop wanting to devour this, never stop wanting to smell it and have it. It was some kind of strange ecstasy to kneel there and let his mouth and tongue make slow love to her pussy while her fingers roamed in his hair and those sweet cries of sheer fucking awe subsided.
That orgasm made its mark on her. Right over one of her evil scars. By the time he was done with her, she’d only know pleasure. Never pain. Not the kind that didn’t heighten her pleasure.
“Gramma,” he murmured, placing final kisses right on her clit that caused her to jolt. He slowly stood and pulled her up, hugging her. “Fuck, your tits,” he whispered, stroking her back and feeling them pressed into his upper abs.
“I can do you really quick,” she said, kissing his chest.
“No. You’ll do me later.” He tilted her face up and took a reading in those blue eyes. “You ready for this?”
“For what?” she wondered, smiling and stroking her fingers along the edge of his mouth.
“The dynamic dick head and his slutty side-kick.”
Her eyes narrowed. “She’s a slut?”
“She used to be.”
“She try anything on you?” Her head angled with guarded curiosity.
He smiled at seeing she would be jealous. “That’s a turn on.”
Anger flashed in her eyes. “What is?”
“You being jealous.”
“I’m…” Her lips pursed, and she nodded a little. “I’ll probably be psychotically jealous.”
“We’ll make a great team, then.”
Her smile slowly returned. “You’re jealous?”
“Maybe a little.”
“A little?”
“I want to take you to one of my favorite spots later.”
“Ohhh, just the two of us?”
“Definitely. And if we can sneak away from Lucy and Ethel, I want to take you see a few spots.”
