Page 12 of Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner
There’s no way his cock head is that big and long. No way. But if it is, then that means the rest of his cock is a monster, and I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He kisses my cheek and thrusts harder, stuffing another inch inside me, making me suck in a pained yelp. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll stop,” he says, holding himself rigid above me, caressing my side lovingly.
And, dammit, I don’t want him to. “No, you can…keep going,” I say nervously, my tongue thick in my mouth. “But only a little. Don’t hurt me.”
Conrad peppers kisses all over my face in thanks. “I won’t ever hurt you,” he promises but then adds more power to his thrusts, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been before, and a tear falls from the corner of my eye.
“Oh, princess, no,” he says when I sniffle, and he pauses. “I’m only halfway in. Is that too much?”
I nod, sniffling again.
“I’ll…I’ll stop,” he says, bereft. “I will.”
“Don’t,” I whisper when his big body shakes, taking every drop of his willpower to withdraw until just his cock head remains in me.
“Really?” When I nod, he makes another promise. “I’ll go slow and make it feel so good, you’ll beg me to go deeper.”
I certainly hope so.
Conrad delivers when he lifts off my back, shoves another pillow beneath my hips so I’m bent at a better angle, and he snakes a hand under me to play with my clit. “Oh yeah, there you go,” he says, moaning loudly. “I can feel you opening up for me while I play with your sweet pussy. Such a good girl for me.”
“I am?” I mumble, letting go of all my tension, strangely trusting a criminal to deliver on his promises. I’m lightheaded again, but I don’t care, not when he’s making my body sing, driving me closer to a second orgasm.
Conrad drops back down over me, and I once again wish I weren’t wearing a shirt so I could feel his hot skin against mine. His voice is rough in my ear when he says, “Yes, you are. My good little princess.” His next thrust punctuates his words when he says, “The only one who’s ever taken me this deep, like your pussy was made for me.”
“Conrad!” I moan when his pelvis finally meets my ass, his cock buried fully within me. My toes curl once more as I cry out with the second wave of heat, forced over the edge of bliss with his fingers rubbing fast over my clit.
“I have to pull out,” he shouts in a strangled voice when my pussy pulses around him. “I have to…oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum. Have to…” He switches between grinding his teeth together and moaning as he fucks me faster, prolonging my pleasure. “One more,” he says with another thrust. “Maybe…maybe two.” He gives me two more quick thrusts, shifting me forward on the mattress while I limply take it. “Now. I’m going to pull out…now,” he says, as if he’s giving himself a little pep-talk, though he doesn’t follow through and continues thrusting while I slowly start to go under, my head pounding as hard as he is into me. “Shit, I’m cumming!”
He finally wrenches his cock out of me with a rumbling groan from deep in his chest, as if he’s in unbearable pain, and his hot cum paints my lower back and ass in spurts. His heat is the last thing I’m aware of before I become so dizzy that the teal-tinted world goes black.
CHAPTER
FIVE
CONRAD
“Mirabeth?” I tap her cheek, getting close to her slack face, seeing her eyes are closed, her mouth open. Shoving my arm under her ribs, I lift her upper half, and her head lolls to the side on her neck. My lungs constrict, my throat closing in.Tell me I didn’t accidentally fuck my brand new wife to death.“Mirabeth!” I shake her like a rag doll, shouting her name again and again. Fear that I’ve irreparably harmed her makes my chest want to crack open and bleed.
Turning her chin up, I put my cheek close to her mouth, and I go lightheaded with relief to feel her breath softly fanning my face. She’s fine. She’s only asleep. I didn’t go back on my promises.
Awkwardly turning us around and readjusting the pillows, I gently lay her on her stomach, her backside and my stomach sticky with my cum. My legs are Jello when I climb off the bed and kick off my ill-fitting pajamas, finding Merlin staring at me from his seat on the dresser.
He crouches as if readying to launch across the room onto the bed, but I snap my fingers. “You leave my princess alone,”I whisper harshly, giving Merlin a narrow-eyed look until he relaxes. He knows who the alpha is now, and it’s certainly not the one who keeps terrifying my wife…although…I guess I’ve done plenty of that too. The regret is swift.
After cleaning myself up in the restroom, I wet a washcloth and bring it to the bedroom. Except, once I climb onto the bed and straddle the backs of Mirabeth’s thighs, intending to wipe down her back and pert ass, I’m the one who now can’t move a muscle.
I whisper, “Mirabeth?”
I wait and wait for any sign that she’s conscious, and when nothing happens, I toss the washcloth onto the breakfast bar. I kiss the back of her neck and down the length of her T-shirt, my mouth watering at her feminine scent, then rub my cum into her skin like lotion. She really is as pretty as a princess with her silky hair and big, expressive eyes. I’d thought so the second I saw her standing in that baby blue dress she wore at our quick jailhouse wedding. An absolute, stunning vision that took all of my strength to pull my eyes away from.
Since I’ve organized this place from top to bottom, I know she’s not on birth control, and just because she has that secret tote beneath her bed, that doesn’t mean she plans on using it any time soon. Certainly not with someone like me. I need to check to see if I pulled out in time, for my own peace of mind, so I spread her cheeks and push my first two fingers into her pussy from behind, hoping she can forgive me for this.
She’s wetter than she should be, even after two orgasms, and when I pull my fingers out, examining them by the light of the TV, my suspicion is confirmed. I pinch my eyes shut, dropping my head forward while rubbing my wet fingers into her skin as well. If she wasn’tmyprincess before, she certainly is now, and I murmur out an apology.
With nothing I can do about it at this time of night, I lie down beside her and tuck the rumpled comforter around us. The silence is unbearably loud with Mirabeth fast asleep beside me, cradled in my arms like a lover. I almost miss arguing with her, which had been more fun than I’ve had in a long time. Lifting my head, Ipspspsquietly to Merlin until he jumps on the bed. He plops down on my pillow, and I absently scratch his ear until his vibrating purrs lull me into the best sleep I swear I’ve ever had.
I startle awake, surely on the brink of death, being suffocated by a fat ball of fur on top of my face. Merlin tries to climb right back on top of me so he can continue his efforts of killing me with love when I set him to the side, but I snap my fingers, and he rolls over on his back, letting me scratch his belly.
