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

I lift her on top of her dressing table and spread her legs. “As every man stares at you, I want to make
sure that your thoughts are only on me.”
She grins at me when I trail a finger up her thigh. “No fucking panties again,” I growl.
Raven giggles and buries a hand through my hair. “Ares,” she says, her voice husky. “When you’re
in the room, other men just fade away. You’ve always been the only one for me.”
I smirk when I realize that she’s rapidly getting wet for me. Just one touch, and she’s desperate for
my cock. I slip two fingers into her, loving the way she moans for me. “I fucking love you,” I groan as
I unbuckle my belt.
I free my cock, and she gasps. “Ares,” she warns. “I need to be on stage in twenty minutes.”
“I know,” I tell her as I align my cock. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll still be feeling
my cock when you walk down that catwalk. The whole world is going to want you, but with every
step, you’ll be reminded of who you belong to.”
I push into her, and her eyes fall closed in delight. “Look at you, baby. You’re such a fucking slut,
my love. You’re smiling so happily as you take my cock in your dressing room. Anyone could walk in
at any moment, but you don’t care, do you?”
She shakes her head, her eyes glazing over as I thrust into her deeply. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I chuckle as I lift her hips up slightly to make sure I’m hitting her g-spot, fucking her the way she
loves. “Ares,” she moans. “Fuck, Ares.”
I will never get enough of her. I could listen to her moaning my name all day, and soon, I’m going
to. After this fucking show, I’m taking her home, and I’m not letting her leave our bed for more than
ten minutes at a time for a week straight.
“Oh God,” she moans. “More.”
I smirk as I fuck her harder, giving it to her the way she needs. “I don’t want to hear a single
complaint about your pussy being sore later. Remember, you’re asking for it.”
She looks at me, her lips parted, her eyes filled with lust. “Give it to me,” she tells me, and I do.
I fuck my wife with all I’ve got, sending countless bottles and brushes flying off her dressing table
as I take her. Her pants come quicker, until I’ve got her saying my name like it’s a fucking prayer.
“I can’t…” she moans, and then her muscles contract around my cock, taking me right off the edge
with her. I come deep inside her, making a mess of her pretty pussy, and I smile as I do so.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, pulling out to take a look. I smirk as I push my cum back into her pussy.
“You’re going to walk down that fucking catwalk with my cum dripping down your thighs,” I tell her.
“So you don’t forget for even a single second who the fuck you belong to.”
She nods at me, her eyes filled with equal parts love and lust. I can’t believe I made this beautiful
woman my wife. She makes me feel like a fucking king, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I
kiss her.
“I’ll leave you to get ready, Cupcake,” I whisper against her lips. “I’ll be sitting in the front row,
cheering you on.”
I take a step away from her, but she grabs my hand and pulls me back. I chuckle as she kisses me
one more time before pushing against my chest, sending me off. Yeah, this is a fucking obsession. Just
leaving her for a few moments hurts.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Sierra asks as I join her in the seats reserved for us. I smirk at
my sister, and she pretends to gag. “You two are disgusting.”
I elbow her, indicating for her to shut up as Grandma walks up to us, Raven’s dad in tow. I smile
at him, and he shakes my hand. Raven no longer speaks to either her mother or sister, but her dad
continues to show up to support her in every way he can. “I’m grateful you’re here,” I tell him,