EroticReverie

Kane King

Feeling it wasn't enough. I had to fucking see it to believe it. I had to see my wife sucking my cock. 

"Gonna need you to let me watch you do that, wife" I groan as Angelina Ares King's mouth sucks up and down my cock like she's waited her entire life to do it. Even though I know that's not true. I know that she never planned on this, she hated the society, hated all men in it. Including me. 

As she lifts mouth from my cock, I watch her ass move as she slips off me, out of the sixty nine position I'd had her in, and her body moves, and then she's turning, crawling back around and between my legs. I groan at the sight of her face. IT's such a fucking good face, the best god damn face. Her pretty blue eyes lift to me, her full lips, wet and even more plump looking as she takes my cock back into her hand, stroking me, her wet mouth had soaked me. She'd fucking spit on it. My fucking wife, had spit on my cock. And I hadnt had to force her to do it. Not that I would. Didnt even have to ask her. She'd spit on my cock and sucked me off, of her own free will. 

"Please tell me you're doing this because you want to, and not because you think you have to." 

"I do have to...." she as she pumps her fist up and down my length. 

"No you dont" I say frowning. 

"Yeah ....i do....because i want to...so i have to.." she says with a small smile and I watch as he hand leave my cock and her tongue drags up along my length, around the head.

"fuck" I groan. 

I was well aware of the societys "trainings" they did with young girls once they hit a certain age. Their mothers grooming them for their future. It was normal in the society for girls to begin "practicing" for their future husbands. Because men in the society wanted a virgin, pure as can be, but they also wanted her to know how to please them. I've always thought it was fucked up. Walking in on my younger sisters years ago, side by side with my mother at the table demonstrating with her own mouth on my fathers cock how they're expected to suck a mans dick. I'd nearly vomitted right there on the fucking floor. Watching innocent fucking girls be made into groomed objects for their future keepers. 

I've heard of other families making them practice on their fathers...brothers...thought that was only with blow jobs apparently. Because of course, their hymens needed to remain intact for their husbands. Disgusting all of it, but here I am , benefiting from it as my wife sucks me like a fucking dream. 

Fuck the society, but god fucking damn, my wife knew how to suck a fucking dick. 

"Angelina" I groan her name as I watch in awe. I was so fucking in love with her. I'd been prepared to live the rest of my life with the wife i'd chosen hating my fucking guts, but not even the best trained society girls, can fake the way she's moaning, and sucking and moving her tongue with an eagerness that can't be fucking bought or taught. She wants to be doing this, and that, is my fucking bliss. Watching the woman I've chosen, please me because she wants to be pleasing me. Fuck the other men in the society, their need for power and control. My wife had the fucking power. She had all the fucking control, and I dont want it any other way. I wish they could see the way she's sucking me off. Hungry, willing, moaning and drooling on my cock as her pretty fucking eyes look at me. Her mouth popping off.

"I told you..to call me Wife" she says and spits on my dick and I nearly bust and I curse as she wraps her mouth back around my cock and her hands grips the base, her mouth following her hand her hand following her mouth as works her wrist and I groan, she moves slightly and onto her knees and is hunched over, her other hand grabbing my balls and I grunt, my head going back as she uses every fucking tool she has.

"Wife" I grunt. My hips bucking, god damn, I hated the thought of a young Angelina Ares sitting at a table being taught the things she was doing to me right now. I feel fucking guitly. Something I never expected, but god I do, I feel fucking guilty for enjoying the result of the societys most fucked up traditions. This isnt something she should be this fucking good at her first time doing it. This isn't something she should have been "taught" by anyone other than me. Her fucking husband. I hated the society for taking that experience from me, from her. I hated them for being the reason I was trying so fucking hard not to cum down my wifes throat as she deep throats me. Her hand sliding from my cock, her hands slipping off my balls as she buries me in her mouth, every fucking inch. 

"FUCK" I grunt , my head lifting, watching, my abs clenching as I pant and reach down, groaning, nearly fucking whimpering as I watch her gorgeous face in my lap, holding my cock in her throat, barely moving up before going back down. 

I hated how fucking good it felt. How hot she looked , naked and sucking my cock. I hated how much I fucking loved the sight of her with my cock in her mouth, her nose pressed to my pelvis as she swallows around my cock with it in her throat.

"ANGELINA" I growl , losing it. My cum rockets into her throat, and I shake. I fucking shake , trembling as I cum down my wifes throat. Unable to give her any warning as I lose control feeling her throat close around my cock. She does it again, swallowing me down and I curse loudly. Unable to stop myself from gripping the beack of her head and thrusting into her throat deeper, groaning when she doesnt even react as I pump the last drops of my cum into her throat.  She hums around my cock, swallowing one last time as I sputter at the mouth, unable to fucking believe the release I just had. I feel fucking dizzy, my head hurts I came so fucking hard. My head pounding as she drags her mouth up slowly and lets her tongue glide along my shaft and then her mouth pops off and her lips smack as she looks up at me.

"Did you cum?" she asks. 

I collapse my head back and breathe hard, unable to fucking speak. speechless. I was god damn speechless.

"Should I keep going? I want you to cum" she says and I groan. 

"I came." I exhale with a heavy breath. 

"oh" she says. 

I lift my head slightly and look at her. 

"Did you like it?" she asks and I groan. 

"yeah wife....i definitely liked it." I say and she bites her lip with a little smile. 

 "I didnt taste it...they said it would taste ...weird" she says and I groan. 

"Because I came down your throat Angelina....you had me in your fucking throat." 

"Isnt that where i'm supposed to have it?" she asks and I grit my teeth.

"Only if that's where you want it. You dont.....you dont have to do what they taught you Angelina....we can figure out what we like..together..."

"So...you didnt like it?" she asks brows pinching.

"God...yes....yes I liked it...I fucking....I loved it." I still breaathe hard, trying to catch my breath. 

She looks at me. 

"come here" I say and hold out one arm, and she smiles softly and then moves to my side and lays down beside me and her head rests on my shoulder, her hand on my chest as I wrap my arm around her. 

"I hate how fucking amazing that was" I say and she lifts her head and I look at her as she looks at me. 

"why?" she asks. 

"Because...I dont...I dont like that you were taught how to do that....I dont like the idea of someone training my wife how to suck a mans cock." 

She looks away. 

"My mother trained me." she says and then looks back at me. I just nod. Most mothers were the ones who trained their daughters. 

"I....she....they...." she stammers and sighs. "It doesnt matter." 

"Yes it does." I say and she looks down at her hand on my chest, my heart thumping beneath it. 

"My father insisted my mother train me everyday...I had to practice...everyday...." she says and frowns. I just look at her face, hating the anger simmering behind her eyes. Hating that I was part of the world and high ranking male in the Society that made this woman have to be trained on how to use her god damn mouth on a man as if it were just as normal as regular school curriculum. 

"He watched." she says and I grit my teeth. 

"My brothers too." she says and i try not to fly out of this fucking bed and drive to her home and rips their fuking eyes out of their skulls for ever laying eyes on her that way. 

"Did they ever...." I start and stop. It wasnt my business. Except that it was. This was my wife. I had a right to know, but didn't want to press for information she didn't want to give. 

She looks at me. "Go ahead...ask." she says.

"Did they ever make you....practice....on them...or other men?" I ask. She shakes her head. 

"No." she says softly. I exhale and she lowers her head to her hand on my chest. Laying her cheek to it. 

"My father wanted me pure as I could possibly be. Said I was worth more that way." 

I close my eyes, gritting my teeth. 

"You're priceless Angelina....and it has nothing to do with the fact no man has ever touched you but me." I say and she sighs. 

"i feel like...this is a dream.....that i'm going to wake up from it...and you're going to be you...and i'll be me...but you'll be like them....you'll be wicked...and cruel..." she says.

"This is real. I'll never be cruel to you." I whisper. She lifts her head again and looks at me. Her eyes searching for something, and god I hope she finds whatever it is she's looking for, or doesnt see whatever it is she doesnt want to see. I just stare back into her eyes, keeping her eye contact, her eyes flit to my mouth, and she lifts her hand, her fingertip tracing my lower lip lightly, back and forth. 

"Will you still think I'm priceless once you have me?" she asks. 

"Yes." I answer. 

"I had a bad dream last night." she says, her fingertip still tracing my lip. 

"About what?" I ask.

"You." she says and her eyes lift to mine. 

"It was a good dream at first...the kind I'd read about in the stolen romance books we weren't supposed to read...tales of happily ever afters and women being cherished...and adored....having a man actually love them....where women are more than just bodies to breed.." she sighs and looks me in the eyes again.

"I dreamed of our wedding...except it wasnt the one we had...the society wasnt there, nobody was there but us....i was so happy.....we made love right there on the grass ....i was so happy with you....you promised me you'd take care of me....protect me....we kept making love...and beause its a dream...you know how you just know things in dreams, and theres no real reason or logic?" she asks and I nod.

"yeah" I answer quietly.

"I was pregnant...i'd just known...you'd gotten me pregnant...." she says. A small smile on my lips because her dream sounded so fucking perfect. No society, just me and her, making a baby with her that wouldnt have to go through what we went through. Just us. 

"but then.....it got dark....it started to rain....and you got angry...." she says. 

"you told me I was a fool....that I was stupid for believing in fairytales....."

"angelina..." I say softly and her eyes water.

"then suddenly....everyone was there....face I know, faces i didnt know...all society men....and you....you let them hurt me...one by one...the line of men was so long that id lost sight of it, couldnt see where it ended....all of them waiting for their turn.."

"That will never fucking happen." I say angrily. Getting pissed off at this horrible fucking dream, that her mind would ever even conjure such a thing. But, I cant blame her mind, when it's all she's ever been taught....to fear us....fear the society....fear me....fear every man. 

"What if you're lying to me?" she asks, lifting her eyes, her blue eyes fucking dark blue and tears streaking down her cheeks. My heart breaking at the sight of it, the fear in her eyes, the way she wants to love me back, but can't and might not ever be able to let herself, in fear of what she thinks I might do to her. 

"What if you're just really good at saying nice things to me, or pretending to want to treat me well?" She asks her lower lip trembling. 

We've already had this discussion, she's already asked me this, but I cant fault her for my answer not ever putting her at ease. 

"You have every right to be scared. But I promise you, god, I fucking promise you with everything I am, you have my word, no harm will ever come to you. I'd never let anyone touch you, I'd never let anyone hurt you. And I'd hurt myself before ever hurting you. You're my wife...and that means more to me than they'd ever want it to. I love you Angelina. I promise, I'll never hurt you." I say and she nods. 

I gently pull her head back to my chest, and wrap my arms around her. Tightly. Hugging her to me as she cries softly. 

"He's going to come for me" she shakes. My brows pinching.

"Who?" I ask. 

"My father." she whispers, her voice cracking. 

"What do you mean he's going to come for you?" I ask, holding her tighter.

"He told me..." she sniffles. "On our wedding day...that he couldn't wait until my husband breaks me in....that he'd finally be able to enjoy me.....that all my practice would make his princess a perfect fuck." she chokes and I grit my teeth.

"He's not touching you."I growl. 

"he'll come." she says as she cries, as if I can't stop him. 

"Look at me." I growl and gently take her chin, lifting her soaked face, tears streaming down it. 

"I will kill any man before they lay a single fucking finger on you. You understand? You're my wife and I will protect you, with every fucking breath." 

She nods and sniffles.

"What if he goes to the head of the society? They could make you let him-"

"They will NOT..." I interrupt. "Make me do anything when it comes to you. Do you hear me? They dont get to tell me what to do with you You're not theirs, you never were. You're Angelina fucking King, and you're my wife. Do you understand?" I ask and tip her chin up higher, tears still falling down her cheeks.

"Nobody will fucking touch you. If they even so much as try....they're dead. Do you hear me? I'd kill them all before letting a single one of them lay a fucking finger on you." I promise her. 

"Let him come for you...let him try to fucking touch you....because I'll gladly murder him with my bare fucking hands just to prove to you that you....Angelina King..are un fucking touchable." 

She blinks, nodding. "Okay" she sats softly and I gently grab her jaw and lift my head and bring my mouth to hers.

"I love you, and I will never break the promises I make to you. You're safe with me. Always" I whisper on her lips and she nods. 

"Tell me you believe me" I say, needing her to fucking believe that I would never let anything happen to her, never let them have her. Any of them. 

"i believe you." she whispers. Her eyes on mine. 

"Do you?" I ask softly. 

She nods. "I do."