s*x Contract

Chapter １１

As he slammed me against the seat, he tore the garment he felt was so precious.

"Luke"

He said, "You're mine," and I was his. His heated mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth worked my throat on the plush limo seat. I murmured, nerves tingling. I couldn't say no.

No air, no thought. Luke's hands were everywhere, and my corset made it hard to breathe. I saw stars as he half-removed, half-ripped my wedding dress, exposing my breasts and pantyhose. His hot lips descended on my neck,

I worried whether I'd married a hidden vampire who would consume my virgin body. Not me. Except for my ass, and judging by the way he was rubbing it, he didn't want me to be virgin there for long.

The notion hit me like a rocket when he scraped his teeth on my collarbone and then kneeled alongside me in the limo. He softly but firmly grabbed my chin.

"I'm f*****g you," he said. "You'll scream."

Laughing, I nodded. Nothing to say. I needed his c**k in my p***y so desperately that I would have done anything for it.

I gulped.My hips were seized by rough hands, and I was forced across the smooth leather of the seat until I was kneeling next to him. I was wearing tight garments that was wrapped around my waist. I was also dressed in stockings and pantyhose. My mile-high satin stilettos and the bullet-shaped vibrator that he'd used to drive me to o****m during our wedding ceremony were still in my clitch . I had the intention of getting rid of them, but I waited for his approval first. I wasn't going to give him any cause to back out of f*****g me.

He touched my ass as if assessing a horse or dog. I felt diminished and vulnerable. Luke King wanted to f**k me, and I could only say no.

My wet pants were shoved aside, and the vibrator dropped to the limo floor. I miss it. I'd done well. Luke pressed his thumb on my p***y's smooth opening, making me tremble.

He said, “You're ready.”

Using his other thumb, he parted my slippery lips, revealing my tight, throbbing channel to his sight. I gulped and lowered my head as the vehicle sped up.

Before I could turn to see what he had, he whacked my ass hard enough to make me weep.

He smirked, "No peeping." When his soothing fingers returned to my p***y, the sensation seemed much greater. The item blocking my entry pushed forward, and I was startled how readily and eagerly I parted.

Panting, I let it penetrate me. It was greater than I'd anticipated, a lengthy, agonizing scrape against inner barriers. I gasped and relaxed as it became wider. Luke tickled and stroked my p***y the whole time. Stars raced across my vision as I attempted to get enough breath, but the corset held me fast, and all I could do was lay helplessly against the limo seat, hands clasped, forehead sweat-stained.

Unexpectedly, the item in my ass slipped through the muscular ring, and my body clenched around it. Plug anal. It filled me up—but not where I wanted to be filled—and I wriggled with yearning. My hands slowly slid down my body. My heavy breasts rubbed against the leather, sending chills down my arms. I massaged my c**t after feeling it on my tummy.

Luke's heavy hand hit me again, and I yelped. He clucked at me like a teacher. "I promised to r**e my bride, Joyce. When you’re ready, I'll decide.” My wrists were grabbed.

Too aroused to protest, I let him twist my arms. One hand held me easily, but I didn't resist. The drawer opened again, and I wondered what sort of kinky dungeon limo this was.

I felt leather caress my fingertips and knew what he would do. I held breath.

He put a thin leather sleeve over my hand, wrist, and arm. Then he covered my other hand. My skin warmed the material. He pulled my arms together and secured them with leather straps until they reached the top of my arm. I was stuck. My puss ached with desire and need.

Luke touched my labia lips. He remarked, “You're so wet.” His fingers stirred in my wet c**t.

"Do you truly want me?"

I said "yes." "Yes, please, f**k me hard."

He loved my nasty words.

I replied, "Your c**k in my cunt." "f**k me till I can't walk,"

He s*****d me unexpectedly. Hard.

"No," he murmured, stroking my ass again. His touch shook my full ass and empty cunt." Say you desire me."

I whimpered as a finger penetrated my p***y.

As his finger pumped in and out, I struggled to think clearly.

I said, "I want Luke." Want you. Please. Don't...” I didn't know what to say. "f**k me,"

I wanted him to ride me till I couldn't walk or feel anything anymore. His shirt stroked my ass and his tuxedo trousers grazed my thighs. I groaned and shivered as his balls caressed my c**t as he rotated his hips into me.

He said "Joyce, You're gorgeous."

"I'm happy we married."

He f****d me.

His c**k and plug entered my p***y and ass, but he moved so slowly, I wanted to scream. I would have, too, if he hadn't directed his c**k lower and stroked something within me that set me alight, something I'd never felt before. Each long, drawn-out thrust of his c**k speared it, sending lights pinwheeling over my vision.

I sweated profusely. Something within me broke apart with every hip nudge.

I just heard my own screams and Luke's panting. As he penetrated me, my arms, shoulders, and knees hurt. Every time he pushed me, I went over the brink. I could sense the roaring nothingness a few feet away, and panic scrambled in my thoughts. I'd fall if he pushed me. I'd get sucked in. I'd die.

I wanted it.

“Please,” I asked , begging him. "Please... "