I swear my cock will explode if it gets any harder. I need to fuck her now, but I can’t stop myself from eating my wife’s delicious pussy. I’ve been thinking about burying myself inside her from the moment I stepped onto that red carpet at the hotel. I have never seen anything so goddamn beautiful in my entire life as her standing there waiting for me, with our little guy standing by her side.
Her dress was simple, as I’d known it would be, but it accentuated her assets perfectly. From the boned corset which showed off her slim waist and her incredible tits, to the softest silk which clung to her hips and her delicious ass. I mean, it was bordering on the obscene how closely that silk hugged her skin, but anything that clings to her ass is obscene to me. She’s always complaining that it’s too big, but it’s perfect and I have no idea how she thinks otherwise.
When she started sucking my cock shortly after we got into this room, I was seconds away from blowing my load against her throat. I had to stop her from going any further. I want all of my cum in her pussy first.
“Jax,” she groans softly as I flick my tongue over her clit.
I love the way she says my name when I’m teasing her. The way she begs me makes me want to fuck her even harder. If I make her come again, I can fuck her as hard as I plan to and know she won’t be too sore later when we get to the ranch. I have a surprise there for her. I just hope my father has done what I asked him to do for once.
“I got you, Luce,” I mumble against her delicate skin as she writhes and squirms, riding my face to her climax. I grab her hips and hold her still, concentrating my efforts on her clit, my teeth grazing over the sensitive nub as I rim it with my tongue.
“Oh, God! Jax!” she shouts when it hits and her cum pours out of her, coating my chin.
She’s still riding the waves of it when I flip her over, pulling her down off the bed until she’s bent over it with her knees on the floor. I can’t wait even a second longer to get my cock in her.
I drive inside, sinking deep into her smooth, silky heat and heaving a sigh of relief once I’m buried in her. Her tight little pussy squeezes around me as she whimpers and moans.
“You feel so fucking good milking my cock like that, baby,” I growl as I pick up my pace.
Slamming into her over and over. I thrust my hips against her, and her beautiful peach of an ass jiggles every time.
Looking down, I watch my cock driving in and out of her. Each time I pull out, I’m smeared in her creamy white cum. Watching that as well as her ass bounce against me while I’m nailing her tips me over the edge. With a final thrust, I rail into her and when she cries out, I lose it. My balls draw into my stomach and my hair tingles on my head as I fill her with my release, pumping every last drop of it inside her.
“That was…” she mumbles but doesn’t finish her sentence, her face pressed against the duvet.
I’m still as hard as iron though, and she is about to get another pounding because my cock is screaming for her pussy.
I pull out of her and grab her waist, standing up and bringing her with me before spinning her around so she’s facing me. Her perfect tits pressed against my chest and her hard nipples brushing over my shirt.
Taking hold of her hands, I place them on my chest. “You ready to finish what you started earlier now?”
Her cheeks are flushed pink, her hair mussed up and her pouty lips open slightly as she breathes hard and fast.
“Yes,” she purrs, looking up at me through her thick dark lashes.
Her hands tremble again as she starts to remove my shirt, but this time I know it’s not about nerves. Her nails graze my skin as she works each button loose, and when she reaches the last one, she glides her hands over my abs and chest before pushing the soft cotton over my shoulders. It gets stuck at my wrists and she frowns at me.
“My cufflinks, angel,” I remind her.
Her cheeks redden further. “Oh, yeah,” she whispers.
They were my wedding gift from her and Matthias. Simple platinum ones with two words engraved on each one. Husband and Dad. The two most precious roles I will ever have in my entire life.
I hold out my wrists and she removes the cufflinks before placing them on the dresser beside us. Then she pulls the rest of my shirt over my arms, her warm soft skin leaving trails of fire on mine. I rarely let her undress me, preferring instead to watch her coming down from an orgasm while I do it myself. But something about this with her tonight, now that she’s my wife, I want her to take this tux off me herself.
Once my shirt is in a heap on the floor, she goes to my dress pants. My belt and zipper are already undone, so all she has to do is slide her hands in them and work them down. She tugs at my boxers too while she does, dropping to a crouching position as she pulls them over my calves.
“Damn shoes,” she mutters as she tugs at the laces.
“Here, let me help,” I say, kicking them off for her.
“Thank you,” she whispers as she brushes a thick curl out of her eyes.
I lift my feet one at a time so she can take off my socks and my dress pants, and once I’m naked she stands tall again, brushing those hard nipples the length of my body as she does.
“You are so damn beautiful,” she breathes, echoing what I say to her almost every time I see her naked, and making me grin. Her hand slides over my abs and down to my cock. She wraps her hand around the shaft and squeezes tightly, making me groan. “How are you still hard after what we just did?”
Coasting my hands down her back, she squirms as I skim over her waist because she’s so ticklish. I drop my hands to her ass and squeeze. “I am always fucking hard for you, baby. I could fuck you seven ways to Sunday and still keep going.”
She sucks in a sharp breath before I lift her by her ass cheeks and plant her down on the bed. Crawling over her, she spreads her legs wide for me and I settle between her thighs, my cock nudging at her entrance. Taking her hands, I lace my fingers through hers and pin them either side of her head as I edge inside her, sliding in easily as her juices coat the top of her thighs and my groin.
“Jax.” My name leaves her lips on a breathy moan.
“You’re so fucking wet, Luce. How the fuck do you get like this, baby?”
She stares into my eyes. “Because you make me come so hard,” she laughs softly and I take in a breath.
She doesn’t deserve the pounding I’m about to give her. She’s going to be sore and swollen no matter how ready I’ve made her, but that’s not going to stop me. When she remembers our wedding night, I want her to remember how I felt inside her, when I molded her tight little pussy to the shape of my cock forever.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, rubbing my nose over her jawline and inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent.
“You, Jax,” she purrs, rolling her hips so that I’ll slide deeper inside her, but I pull back. She’ll get all of me when I’m ready.
“Damn right you do.”
“Please, Jax,” she bucks her hips again, desperate for my cock even though I’ve only just fucked her. I love how much she wants me, even though it’s nothing compared to my need for her.
“You’re mine, Luce. You got that?”
“Yeah,” she whimpers. “Yours.”
“Mine!” I drive all the way into her silky heat, forcing her further up the bed.
I release her hands and she cries out, her nails scratching my back as she clings to me. She draws me deeper, her tight, wet pussy gripping me like a vise — like she will never let me go. She’s mine, but I’m hers too. There’s been no-one like this before her, and there will be no-one after her.
“Damn, Jax. You fuck me so good,” she gasps out on a breath.
“I’ll fuck you like this forever, baby.”
“Promise?” she stares into my eyes, pleading with me even as I’m fucking her raw.
“Promise.” I bury my head in her neck and fuck her until we both find our release.
