Page 48 of We The Depraved

“Got a signal,” she says her voice full of triumph.

She must have hit play because the haunting sound of a piano begins to play. With a flick of her wrist, the phone comes flying and lands beside me.

I can’t take my eyes from her. She’s already immersed in music, and slowly she begins to move her hips. She rides the song like she rides a dick and I can’t stop watching.

With ease, the green silk robe with flowers decorates the tent floor.

Fuck, I think.

I’m hooked.

Sage is right.

I could see why she made so much money stripping before.

Before I know it, she’s on me grinding to the beat, our breaths heavy and labored.

Some of it’s the music.

But the other half of it is Sage and her ass and her bare tits.

She straddles me and we stare at each other, and she grinds into me even further. Her mouth parts as the thongs panties she wearing gives way sliding to the side.

I hate to admit it, but I could bust in my pants like I’m fifteen or some shit. She gives a slight smile, the first true one she’s ever really given me.

“This is why,” she says, sounding a little out of breath as the song begins to fade.

“Why what?”

“Why men would fall in love, by the end of the song, I had them coming in their pants.”

I can’t take it.

Fuck the dance.

I flip her under me on the mattress and ease my pants open. We’re in a hurry with our hands and our mouths. She’s gripping my dick from the base, her thumb already teasing out a clear bead of pre-cum and I could lose it right then. I jerk in her hands, feeling tendering from how she’s handling me and that gets a laugh from her lips.

“Poor, poor baby,” she coos looking up at me. “Do you need me to make it better.”

“This is a punishment for you, Sage,” I manage to grit out.

“I know….but it looks like I have you by the balls right now,” she mocks me.

My mouth covers hers in a possessive way.

I want her to shut up because I’m dying to fuck her in every single hole. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. This need to possess and own a creature.

We come up for air.

“Turn over,” I command and she does.

Her ass is bare, and the next song is playing on whatever playlist she has going on her phone. There is a faint sound of wind and every once in a while I can hear Champ neighing softly but other than that, my own breathing is filling my ears.

My hands go to palm her soft brown ass cheeks. Her skin is smooth like butter, asking to be kneaded. The ring to the pull is sticking out begging for me to pull on it. Instead, I part her ass in an attempt to get a good look at her waiting pussy.

“One part of our wedding vows,” I tell her. “That I promise to take very, very seriously Sage is the part about obeying me.”

I don’t give her time to respond to my words. She responds to my tongue licking at her pussy that’s now dripping. There seems to be a heartbeat coming from in between her legs. I push away to stare at it before I work up just a bit of spit, that slowly drops out of my mouth and onto her waiting hole.