Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(18)

Up close, it was beautiful and terrifying. The size and shape of it called out to some primal need hidden deep inside me, maybe every woman. I was so drawn to it that it was almost like a physical pull, yet there was no way I could take something like that, not my first time, no matter how strong all those muscles were that would be driving it forward.

Austin cradled my head with one hand and grasped his hard shaft with the other, slapping my face with his cock. Every heavy impact only seemed to remind my body how close I was to cumming.

This will take you over the edge, Skylar. Remember how hard you came when he wasn’t even touching you? Imagine…

“If you want this cock, if you want to know what it’s like to be fucked until you go blind, you’ll beg for it,” he said.

Tiny splatters of pre-cum were smeared on my face, almost as if he was branding me as his own, claiming me and leaving his mark. I found myself trying to trap his cock with my lips, to kiss and lick it as he had done to me. Anything for more of it, as each exhalation turned into a quiet whine of need.

Austin pushed his cock against my lips, circling them and distorting my facial expressions, but never letting me get it inside. It wasn’t fair! I wanted it!

“Say ‘fuck me hard, sir’,” he commanded.

I looked beyond the massive erection that dominated my field of vision to the heavyweight fighter I’d married with one last plea for mercy written on my face. There was no room for negotiation written on his.

“F-f-fuck…”

“Say it.” He tapped my face with his cock again.

“Fuck m-me… hard… sir.”

“Damn right. Now take that dress off or have it ripped off, you little fucktoy.”





Chapter 10

Skylar

My wedding dress had suffered enough for one day from how wet my husband had made me, so I took it off with a haste that surprised even myself, standing at the foot of the bed with him. Austin stopped me when all I had left on was my bra.

He curled one thick arm around my waist, holding my body against his as he reached for the clasp with his other hand. All I could think of was that immense cock pushing against my belly, and how I felt like a ragdoll in the presence of all his power. He had called me his fucktoy, after all.

With a snap of his fingers, the underwire of my bra released me, and I immediately felt the cool air on my skin as the undergarment fell loose. Austin pulled it off and threw it aside, grabbing one breast in his big hand, kneading it and giving the nipple a pinch hard enough that I moaned with my mouth closed.

Moving his hands under my armpits, Austin lifted me off the ground with no apparent effort at all and threw me back on the bed. Climbing on top of me before I’d finished bouncing, he pinned my hands to either side of my head as he kissed me deeper than I would have thought possible before meeting him.

I could feel the hard shaft of his cock brushing against my newly-shaven mound, his heavy balls bumping against my wet pussy. The moment I’d always been forbidden to even think about was so close. So close.

“Will you be… gentle?” I panted when our lips parted for a second.

Austin looked at me for a moment. “I could fuck you gentle… or I could fuck you well. I know what I’m going to do.”

With that, he let go of one of my wrists and reached down to guide his cock. I felt a trail of pre-cum smeared across my bare skin as he slowly brought it towards my pussy, and had a flash of panic.

“Wait! Do you have a condom?”

“There’s no way I’m using a condom on you. I’m going to fuck you the way nature intended and I’m going to feel you breaking yourself on my cock when you cum, not a piece of rubber.”

“But… but, I’m not on the pill or-”

“You should have thought of that before you begged for my cock.”

The tip of his hard shaft slid over my clit, making me squeal sharply, before it was parting my labia, seeking out my unprotected entrance. He was no schoolboy fumbling to understand what to do, and it wasn’t long before he was putting steadily increasing pressure on my virgin pussy.

“Look at you, pretending to care about a condom, pretending to wait for some limp-dick purity-ring motherfucker to marry you. You want to feel the hot cum of a real man inside you, you want to give it all up to me. You’re fuckin’ aching for it. I can see it. Tell me to fuck you as hard as I can.”

My cheeks were burning in response to his words. He crashed through the walls I’d built up my whole life as if they weren’t even there, and saw me either for what I really was… or what his mere presence turned me into.

I wasn’t blushing because he was lying. I was blushing because he was telling the truth. My eyes were watering with the desperate need of my body.