Rock Hardest (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

A silent elevator ride later, and we were in the honeymoon suite, specially booked the month before.

“Wow.”

“Nothing but the best,” Varg said, setting me down, carrying the bride across the threshold, a tradition neither of us had any issue with.

“Especially with rich friends.”

“Indeed.”

“I have something for you,” I told him.

“Really? Does it involve the thing between your fine Irish legs?”

I mock-slapped at him.

“Shush, you!” I laughed.

Then, in a sultry voice, I promised him.

“Soon.”

He looked like a man who had seen The Fates themselves.

I giggled.

“Sit down on the bed and close your eyes,” I ordered.

“Okay.”

Varg doing as I asked, I went to my suitcase, unzipping the front pocket, finding the box I had secreted there. It had been kept out of the room with the other gifts. It didn’t fit in, nested between blenders and toasters.

“Open them.”

“Oh, what’s this?” he asked.

“Open it and see.”

With light fingers, he pulled the bow loose, and lifted the lid from the small purple box I’d wrapped myself.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking down at the butt-plug with a heart-shaped base.

“Yes, very much so. I’ve thought about it for a while and you are the only one I trust to try. I wanted for you to be able to take at least one of my virginities on our wedding night.”

“Okay, just to be clear in my own head, I need to hear you say it. Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“With this butt plug?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And that massive cock of yours, silly!” I laughed and even managed to blush a bit.

“Let’s get that dress off, then.”

Working as a team, we extracted me from the Victorian finery I wore, my promise kept. I belonged to Varg, now.

The layers of white silk fell away to my lace lingerie. Varg made quick work of it as well, and then, it was his turn. His tux flew away, bit by bit, until we were skin to skin.

I kissed him and we hugged, his hands grabbing my ass.

“How should we do this?” he inquired. “Are you comfortable on your side?”

“Sure.”

Climbing onto the bed, I let Varg put me on my side and bend my knees up to my chest. With gentle fingers, he tended to me. Making me cum on his hand, leading in to a serious licking. First on my pussy, making me cum again, then on my asshole, which made me very relaxed indeed.

His fingers still working my pussy helped a lot. By my third orgasm, I was ready to take the plug. Well-lubed, Varg touched the cool tip to me. Breathing out slowly, he slipped it in. The lovely little thing did its designed job.

“How’s that feel?”

“Really good, actually,” I admitted.

It was a lot like when he’d stretched me out while spanking me, just a lot deeper. The muscles gradually giving way, accommodating the new arrival.

I was more confident than ever I could take his cock, all the way deeply up my virgin ass. As my confidence grew, he confirmed it when he pulled the plug and did just that.

The head of his cock slipped in slowly, until he was nearly balls deep.

“Too much?” he asked, a bit worried.

“No, not yet, maybe back up a bit, though?”

He did, easing out until he was about half way in me. This was a lot more comfortable, and I could feel myself relax as he stroked my back.

When I was ready, he started to move, rocking his cock deep in my ass, bringing new and wonderful levels of pleasure.

Varg filled me up with his hot cum as I shook hard. After I had finished cumming, he rolled me onto my side.

Leaving his cock where it was, much to my delight, he leaned down and kissed me, further sharing his immortal love.

THE END

Under His Dominance

Love Under Lockdown, Book 28

A series of standalone quarantine romance books.

Chapter One – Claudia

As I walked to campus, I felt as if I was grabbing hold of the last days of September with all my might. The summer smells were still clinging to the crisp autumn air.

The path of red bricks led the way through the grove of red alder trees. The route had been somewhat altered from the old days, with a new stadium standing where only the trees in the woods once stood. Now there was only a sliver of it remaining, and this path served as a shortcut for students and rabbits alike.

When I reached the clearing, the building came into view, shining like a beacon in the wild. Both a part of the college and not, the Fricker Recording School occupied a strange sort of limbo status. The building was physically on campus, using the larger institution’s clout and accreditation, while the school issued its own degrees.

Cooler weather already prevailed, causing bumps to appear on my arms— even though they were under my long-sleeved shirt, so no one could see them. Even in the heat, I never showed much skin. I’m too shy about my body, especially with my big boobs that seemed to insist on bouncing even while I would just be strolling.