831 Marriage Lane (Cherry Falls)

I’ve never been so hard in my damn life. My balls still ache from last night. I now know what blue balls are. It’s a shit ton worse than being kneed in the balls, if you ask me. With blue balls there is no sight of it ending. Especially with her rubbing her beautiful body all over me with only my shirt on and a pair of simple white panties.

Since when did plain white panties become such a turn-on? Everything about my new wife is. Fire spreads through my body at the reminder that she belongs to me now. I don’t feel any fear. Only need. I’m even enjoying the feel of the band on my ring finger.

“Bet you taste sweet everywhere, love.” I push my shirt up she’s wearing to get my mouth on her breast. I suck her nipple into my mouth. My hand squeezes her other breast. I’m a big man all over, but her breast fits my hand perfectly. Her body was made for me.

Everything from her wide hips to her thick thighs. I don’t have to worry about my girl not being able to take me. She’ll not only take, but I know she’ll give it back just as good.

“You’re a bastard.” Gabriella moans as I suck on her nipples. Her fingers dig into my hair as I release her nipple with a pop to give the other the same attention.

“But I’m your bastard,” I point out as my mouth trails further down her body, trailing kisses down her soft belly as I go. Her hips rise as she tries to grind her pussy against me. I let out a groan at the memory of her trying to put her hands down her panties last night to get herself off. She kept saying if I wouldn’t do it that she’d do it herself.

I’d had to hold her wrist to stop her. I plan on watching her get herself off one day, but right now that’s my job.

“Don’t tease,” she begs when I get to the top of her panties.

“You’re the tease, wife.” As much as these panties are damn hot on her, I fucking hate them too. I grab them. They are no match for my hunger right now.

“Kent!” My name comes out as a moan and hiss. It’s as if she’s trying to figure out if she’s pissed or turned on. I spread her thighs to make room for myself before my mouth is all over her pussy.

I wish I could go slow and be sweet with her right now, but I don’t have it in me. Last night was the purest form of torture, and I’m desperate for her at this point. I’ll admire every sexy inch of her at another time. Right now, I need a taste of her. Her tangy sweetness explodes into my mouth. I go for her clit first, giving both of us what we need.

She screams my name this time. It’s filled with wild pleasure that will only ever belong to me. No one else will ever see this side of her. I can’t stop. I need more. I lick and suck her clit, drawing out her orgasm before I trail my tongue down to thrust inside of her.

I know I’m being a bastard, but I want to feel her innocence. My tongue delves inside of her, and I almost come all over myself. I reach my hand down into my undone slacks to grip my cock. I squeeze to stop myself from coming as I keep licking her virgin pussy that will soon belong to me completely.

I pull my tongue out of her when her hips start to rock. She wants to come again. I flick her clit back and forth with my tongue, drawing her closer to another orgasm. Her breath hitches, and I know she’s about to come for me again. I pull back.

“Kent!” She calls out for me. I come to my knees, pulling my cock out. Her eyes don’t fill with fear. The only thing I see in them is pure need. She licks her lips, her hips bucking off the bed, wanting me inside of her.

She’s a damn wet dream spread out on the bed. Her hair is all around her. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips swollen. My shirt is bunched up all the way, displaying her breasts and leaving the rest of her on full display for my taking. I give my dick another squeeze so that I don’t come all over her stomach.

I come down on top of her, taking her mouth in a kiss as I guide the head of my cock to her clit. I thrust back and forth, dragging my cock along her little bud. I break from the kiss to go back to my knees, replacing the head of my cock with my thumb.