The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

I look into his eyes and bite down on my lip harshly. “You know what I want.”
He chuckles as he moves his hand underneath and between my legs, until he’s got his thumb
brushing over my pussy the way he did when he massaged me. My eyes widen as I’m reminded of the
way he slowly pushed me toward an orgasm last time.
“Tell me what you want, Raven. Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to fuck your
pussy with my tongue? My fingers? Or shall I give you my cock? Do you want to come for me, my
love?”
I tighten my legs around his shoulder and push my pussy back into his face, and he smirks as he
leans in, giving me what I want. He keeps two fingers pumping into me as his tongue starts to stroke
my clit, his movements rhythmic.
“Yes,” I moan, my eyes never leaving his.
Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away with a smile on his face.
“Ares, no,” I plead, trying my hardest to push my hip back up to his face, but he’s holding me
steady, his grip tight.
“You want more, baby? You want to come for me?”
I nod, restless. “Please, Ares. Please. Make me come, my love.”
He smiles then. “I’ll reward you for calling me my love, but you don’t get to come unless you
swear to me that no other man will ever help you with your stretches.” He turns his face in and kisses
my thigh, his touch tender. “You want it, don’t you? You want to come on my tongue, don’t you,
baby?”
I look at him and shake my head. “If you make me promise you that, then I want more. I want to
promise me something in return. I want you to fuck me.”
He groans and runs a hand through his hair. “Gladly. I’ll fuck you here and now, Raven. My cock
is ready for you. It always is.”
I smirk at him, surprised by how comfortable I feel with him. “I swear, Ares. You’re the only man
who will ever help me with my stretches.”
He smiles at me before he dives back in, his fingers just as rough as his tongue. Within minutes,
he’s got me right back at the edge, his eyes on mine. He looks so sexy as he watches me, on his knees,
my legs around his shoulders.
“I can’t…” I bite down on my lip harshly, trying my best not to come just yet, but Ares sucks
down on my clit as he pushes his fingers deeper inside me, and just like that, I come on his tongue, my
eyes falling closed as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had washes over me, wave after wave, leaving
me breathless.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Ripped yoga pants, a wet pussy, and that satisfied fucking smile on
your face. You look like you’re my own personal little slut, baby.”
I bite down on my lip harshly, my cheeks heating. Ares gently puts my legs down on either side of
him and places his hands on the waistband of his gray sweats. “I’m not done with you, Wifey.”
“You’d better not be. You promised me you’d fuck me.”
He chuckles as he pushes his sweatpants and boxer shorts down, exposing his thick cock. I bite
down on my lip, nervous all of a sudden.
Ares leans over me, holding himself up on his forearm as he uses his free hand to position his
cock. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this, Raven?”
He pushes the tip into me, and I groan, my arms wrapping around his neck. “Go slow,” I plead. “It
just… it’s been so long.”
He smiles at me and pushes in just a little further. “You can take it,” he promises me. “You can,