Buying Love

She sees my struggle and reaches down, working it off. Her hands graze over my cock which is so damn hard I could hammer nails. Unable to handle her touch, I take her hands, bringing them to my lips and say, “Get on the bed, lose those panties before I spank your pretty ass.” She turns around takes two steps toward the bed and torments me as she grabs the edge of her panties and slides them off, revealing her perfect bottom, and climbs onto the bed slowly with her ass in the air, and her plump pink pussy is on full display.

“You’re asking for it, baby,” I growl, staring at her on all fours as she takes her sweet time making it to the middle of the bed.

She peeks over her shoulder and huskily says, “Why? I’m doing what I’m told.” She turns on that feigned innocence, adding a sexy pout to it all. I’ve already lost my clothes as she climbed up, so I grab my stiff shaft and stroke it as I join her on the bed.

“Holy fuck,” she blurts out. A sense of pride comes over me, giving me the confidence to hold off coming again. “You’re going to break me with that.”

“Only a little,” I growl, straddling her, so my cock rubs along her stomach. “First, I want you to come on my face.” I kiss her hard, then slide down her body, grab her thighs, and part them to fit my frame. Her slit is so damn wet with desire that her small thatch of curls is soaked.

I’m so damn turned on, my cock pulses on the sheets. Using my thumbs, I part her lips and take my first taste. A roaring growl comes over me as I lap her up like a man starving. I could eat her up every day. Grasping her thighs, I lift her closer to my mouth, holding her in my hands like a juicy slice of watermelon.

Beads of sweat slide down my back and my balls tighten as I press my nose against her clit and she cries out, “Jake, Jake. Oh my God, Jake. I’m coming.” I thrust a finger into her tight cunt, dragging out more over her release. As she starts to relax, I lower her hips onto the mattress and slide up her body, kissing my way to her mouth, letting her taste herself as my cock presses at her soaking wet, pulsating entrance. “You’re mine, Jenna.” I push into her, claiming her innocence.

She cries out in pain, and I feel like a jackass. Peppering soothing kisses on her face, I bend down and get my first taste of her breasts. Her tits must be a straight line to her pussy because as I suck in her hard nipple, her walls clenched around my dick. I move to the other breast and feel her back arch. “Oh shit,” she gasps. “Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I need you.” Fuck, those words are what I long to hear. I roll my hips, dragging my cock halfway out before rocking forward.

“You’re going to get me,” I grunt out as I pump in her.

“Over and over again,” I continue.

All words are lost as our movements become more experienced until she screams out my name again, and I lose control, flooding her unprotected womb with my cum.

I carry her to the shower, where we can explore each other even more. My cock hasn’t gone down, but I take the soap and wash it off, hoping to calm it down. Jenna’s eyes are glued to the show in front of her, and with a soft demand, she utters, “Teach me how to suck your cock,” she begs, sliding down to her knees. The spray washes off the soap just as she takes me in hand. The first time her tongue hits my cock, I nearly slip in the shower, but I brace my body against the wall and let her learn how to take me down.

As I’m on the verge of coming, I lift her up and pin her to the wet tiles and thrust up into her incredibly tight pussy. Our bodies grind up on each other as I pump into her every bit of cum I have and her aching slit drinks it up. I drop my head onto her shoulder and pant, “Wow, just fucking, wow.”

It takes until the wee hours of the morning for us to fall asleep, sated for the night. I could be inside her day and night.

Chapter Six

Jenna

I wake up alone in the large hotel room bed. I’m about to freak out. I don’t even know why. We’re married, so it’s not like he can get out of it by ducking out. The weight on my hand is a reminder that I’m married to a man who went through a lot of trouble to get the wedding pulled off in a few hours. Lifting it, I see the stone, and I’m shocked how perfect it looks on my finger. “It’s so beautiful,” I say as I stare at the way it sparkles.