Wedded to a Wayne: A Finn World Holiday Romance

I turn my head and kiss her knee with a pained laugh. “You like waving red flags in front of bulls, don’t you?”

I send up a little prayer for patience as I line myself up, gripping her thigh with my other hand. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”

Our wedding night, I remind myself as the head of my cock penetrates her narrow channel. Our real wedding night after weeks of waiting. No matter what she says, I want to make it special if I can.

“Emerson,” she moans and I work myself in deeper, a drop of sweat landing on her breast as I hover over her.

“Is my wife a screamer?” I ask, my gaze locked on my thick shaft stretching her pussy wide. “Am I going to have to cover your mouth when I finally start fucking you as hard as I need to?”

She bites her lips, wide eyes staring at me. I know I’m shocking you, baby.

I’ve been shocking myself. I didn’t think I was this kind of man. This lusty, chest-pounding caveman with his filthy mouth is new to me. He only comes out to play with her. Only Tanisha.

She’s moaning with every new inch I give her, and her hand comes up to cover her mouth when I finally power home. Flesh against flesh. Deep as I can get. The first.

Only.

“There it is. This is where I belong.” I grind against her and she shouts against her fist, her eyes dilated. “To have and to hold. I have you, Tanisha. Nothing between us. And you’re holding me so tight I don’t ever want to leave.”

I take the hand she’s pressed against her mouth and lift it to my lips. “Tell me you’re okay, baby. Tell me you’re with me.”

Please, be with me.

Her gasp sounds like a sob, but she’s nodding rapidly. “I’m with you. I didn’t know it would… I’m with you.”

“You ready for more?”

“Yes.”

“Thank God.”

I start to move, forcing myself to go slow at first. Deep and slow. It’s feels so good and it’s nowhere near enough. I’ve been too bottled up and she’s restless under me. Impatient. As if she knows what I really want. How close I am to breaking. “Faster, Emerson.”

She’s perfect.

“Rub your clit, baby,” I order harshly as my hips start pumping faster. Just enough. Hold back. Not yet. “I want to see it again. Help me get you there this first time.”

With a whimper she does as I ask, her fingers shaking until she picks up on my rhythm.

I can feel the wetness increasing around my cock, making it easier for me to move. God, she feels so damn good. “That’s right. Oh, that’s just right.”

“I’m close.”

Thank you, Jesus.

“There won’t be any going back after this.” The slap of our flesh is loud and unmistakable now as I start to loosen the reins on my control. “Once I feel that sweet pussy coming around me, I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to do it again and again until your body knows mine in the dark. Every night. All night. In this bed and inside you whenever I get the chance. You’ll give me all the chances, won’t you, sweetheart. I can feel how much you love this.”

“Yes.” She’s sucking on her lip, her tits bouncing with every hard pump of my hips. “Yes, Emerson. All of them. I love it.”

Love me.

I’m not sure where the thought comes from but I push it to the side, focusing instead on the beauty beneath me, the angel who gets dirty, only for me. Jesus, I’m not going to last.

“Oh. Emerson, I think—” Her words cut off as her orgasm hits her fast, her whole body clenching and tightening

around me. Her pussy squeezes me so tight I grunt at the painful pleasure.

“Yes. Yes, baby, let me feel it.” My hand lands on the mattress beside her shoulder, the other still gripping her leg, practically bending her in half as I race to the finish. “You’re sucking it right out of me. So tight, but you’re taking everything, aren’t you? Need to give it to you.”