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By (user no longer on site) OP 11 weeks ago
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Chapter 2
The Chapter 1 was the “why” and our backstory, the sex party disaster, the nerves, the trust rebuild. This chapter is the “when it finally clicked” moment…
After that disaster sex party, it left her feeling crap and confused, I felt like I’d failed her. I was the one who encouraged this journey, who told her she was safe with me, who promised we’d only do it with good people. Seeing her come home shaken, questioning herself, gutted me. I needed her to know she’d always come home feeling wanted, not discarded.
Then the ginger brickie messaged.
He messaged her and her eyes lit up in that way that makes my stomach flip. “He’s exactly my type,” she said quietly. Big, rough, confident, local. I felt the familiar cocktail: pride that she trusted me to choose, a sharp pang of jealousy (he’d get to touch what’s mine), and that deep, dark arousal knowing she’d come back to me marked and glowing.
Monday morning. She dressed in black lace, along with matching lace knickers, heart racing. I kissed her forehead before I left for work. “You’re safe. You’re mine. Text me everything.” I left with stomach in knots.
The updates started coming. “He’s so thick…” said on of her messages. He’s stretching me so good, baby” said in another.
Every ping made my cock throb and my chest ache at the same time. I was proud as hell, she was brave, beautiful, letting him take what he wanted and part of me burned with that possessive fire. She was out there being wrecked by another man, and I was stuck in work counting minutes until I could reclaim her.
When I did come home eventually, I took her on the sofa, giving her oral first so I can taste and smell that sex. She whispered every detail: how he threw her over his shoulder and took her to bed were “he shoved 4 fingers in my pussy stretching me, and I couldn't really object with my knickers stuffed in my mouth!”
“He loved my her ass too, worshipping it with his tongue in and a finger also.” Finally he fucked her his girth made her eyes roll back, and she was “glad he came quite quick, he was absolutely wrecking me.”
Hearing her say “I want more like that” while I was inside her almost broke me in the best way. Pride, love, lust, a tiny edge of jealousy all crashed together and I came harder than I ever have, marking her again as mine.
This meet taught us she’s unstoppable and that I can handle the intensity of loving a woman who needs this. She came home to me, and always will. I own her heart. Bulls get her body for a while. And every time she gets wrecked and is glowing, I fall deeper in love with the brave, filthy, beautiful woman she is.
His verification later was the cherry on top: “she didn’t disappoint… well trained… looking forward to being invited back.”
Stay wicked,
The Devil & his insatiable Princess
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