The head of my cock nudges at her opening, and it’s like lightning down to my balls. Goddamn, nothing has ever felt this good before, and I rub my length through her wet folds.
“Right there,” she moans, leaning her head back, lost in pleasure and bearing down on the head of my cock.
The tip slips inside, and instinct takes over as I surge forward in one hard thrust. Her shout of surprise pierces the room, and her eyes fly open to meet mine. There’s shock in them for only a second before they fall closed, and she wraps her legs around me.
Tight, so fucking tight. I have to grit my teeth and bury my face in her neck as I try to hold on. It’s never been so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect before. Our intimate connection is all that’s holding me to the earth, and I don’t know if I’m about to die or be reborn.
I pull out and then surge in again, and it’s like a dam that’s been broken as I thrust and thrust and thrust. Our lips connect as my hands find hers, and I tangle our fingers together, pinning her to the bed. Her thighs squeeze me in answer, and her pussy squeezes impossibly tighter as she cums over and over on my cock.
“Fuck!” I roar. She steals my restraint, and I’m forced over the edge with her.
My cock throbs as my cum pours into the condom, but as I have that thought, I look down and see that there is no condom. My cum is pouring into her unprotected womb in hot bursts of bare heat.
I’ve never, ever forgotten a condom, but I was too far gone with her. Seeing my uncovered cock buried deep inside her is perfect, and I don’t regret it. This is how we were meant to be, skin to skin and nothing between us. I was meant to have her, and now she’ll be mine. Forever.
As I stare down between us, I see a trace of blood linger on the base of my cock and something akin to primal ownership swells in my chest. Was I her first? Good, because I’ll be her last too.
Her skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I lick between her breasts to taste it. I kiss her lips softly and tenderly as we both come down from the high. I want to ask her a million questions, but instead I kiss her once again.
“I…” I begin to say, but she places a finger over my lips.
“Let me clean up, and then we can talk.” The smile she gives me knocks the breath out of my lungs, and I think again how I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful.
“Okay.” I reluctantly pull out of her, and she slides off the bed to go into the adjoining bath.
She glances at me over her shoulder and smiles, biting her bottom lip. My god, could she be any sexier?
As I roll over on the bed, I start to put my cock away when the bedroom door swings open. I sit up quickly and finish zipping up my pants just as I’m about to tell whoever the fuck it is to get out.
“Isaac?” the cold voice says, and I turn around.
“Oh hey, Paul, sorry I’m late.” I smile, straightening my tie that has somehow come loose.
His eyes narrow as he takes in my appearance and the bed, then his eyes go to the bathroom. “Why are you in my wife’s bedroom?” he asks.
“What?” My stomach turns liquid as my eyes follow his to the closed bathroom door and the woman beyond it.
“I asked, dear brother, why are you in my wife’s bedroom?”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper as the scene comes to life.
I stare at him, my heart sinking to the floor, and I think about what I’ve just done. This is my brother's wedding day, and I’ve just fucked his wife.
“What have you done?” he seethes, and before I can explain, three men who are dressed in all black come up behind him. “Get him out of here,” Paul says through clenched teeth.
“No, wait, I can explain.” I hold my hands up and take a step to the bathroom door. I want to put myself between Paul and that door, but the guards are closing in. “Please, Paul, let’s just go downstairs and talk.”
“I’ve been waiting to do this for years, Isaac. You’re finished.”
When he says those last two words, the guards descend on me, and I’m taken to the ground. I try to pull air into my lungs, but they’ve knocked it out of me, and just as I begin to fight, black spots appear in the corner of my vision.
The last thing I see before I lose all consciousness is the bathroom door opening. She’s standing there in a white robe like she truly is an angel, but her eyes are full of fear. I want to go and hold her and kiss her and tell her I love her, but the blackness swallows me, and she’s gone.