Loved Forever - Tattooed Brides

“I’m not hungry right now,” I say putting my hands on his waist because I truly don’t know what else to do with them.

“Me either,” he says.

“Really?”

“Not for food,” he says harshly.

“Me either,” I reply. Before I know it, his lips are mine and nothing else matters. I am not even sure I could tell you my name right now. I feel his hard cock digging into my belly and I moan.

I am about to give everything to a man I’ve known less than twenty-four hours but ask me if I think it’s a bad idea.

It’s the best idea I’ve had in forever and forever is a tricky thing.

Three

Isaac

Kissing her is just as amazing as I thought it would be. She’s so responsive, I never want to stop. I back her up to the wall and move my kisses down her neck. She moans low in her throat and it hits me straight in the balls. Fucking her is going to be the pleasure of a lifetime.

“Plum, your skin is so fuckin’ soft,” I groan. I could spend all day running my hands over her and never get tired of it.

“Thank you,” she whispers. The need to see her laid bare for me claws at me. Reaching for her shoulders, I push the sweater she has on down the length of her arms and tosses it on the floor. Then I run my knuckles down the same path, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. “Isaac, please. Don’t tease me,” she says.

“I’m not teasing, baby. I am taking my time. I’m going to know every single inch of your body before the night is over.” She shivers but doesn’t say anything. The knee-length dress she has on makes her look prim and proper but I’m dying to see another side of her. Reaching down to the hem, I pull it up, finding navy blue lacey panties. Reaching out, I explore the very scratchy fabric. The contrast between her soft skin and the panties is stark. Soft and smooth vs scratchy and stiff. The crotch of her panties are soaked. She is dripping for me and that makes me feel like a God. Bigger than even.

She sucks in a sharp breath when I touch her there. Her gasp when I rip the panties off of her is almost too much for me. My hard cock is leaking pre-cum rapidly as I explore her. Her head falls back as I run my fingers through her slippery folds. Dipping one thick finger inside of her, I find her tight as fuck. Tighter than anything I’ve ever felt before. Groaning, I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her thick, creamy thighs wide before burying my face in her pussy. Just one hit of her intoxicating pussy juice and I am hooked. She’s like a fucking drug I’ll be needing for the rest of my life.

“Isaac,” she moans loudly trying to lift her dress out of the way. Eventually, I hear it unzip and watch as the damn thing is flung across the room. With my hands on her hips, I bring her closer to my face, never letting up as I feverishly lap at her cunt until she comes on my face, her juices dripping into my beard. She screams my name and her legs shake as she does. Standing, I reach behind her and unhook her bra, tossing it with the rest of her discarded clothes. My palms go to her ample tits. More than a handful, I twist her already hard nipples until they are even tighter. She moans again and I can’t take it anymore, I have to be inside of her now. Taking her by the hand, I lead her to my bedroom. My bed takes up one wall with its dark comforter and pillowcases. At the foot of the bed, I watch as she crawls up the center of the bed.

“Jesus Christ,” I murmur taking in the delicious view of her ass swaying as she moves. She looks over her shoulder, biting her lip. Her green eyes bore into mine.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

“Fucking perfect,” I say as I pull my shirt open and fling it across the room. Her eyes widen as she takes me in. I’m covered in tattoos and scars. Oddly enough, most of the scars have nothing to do with my military life. They are the result of my shitty upbringing. She doesn’t seem repulsed by them, the opposite in fact. She positions herself on the bed, propped up on her elbows, staring at me. I unbutton my shorts, pulling them and my boxers down my legs before kicking them away. Licking my lips, I climb on the bed, kneeling between her parted thighs. Leaning down, I kiss her again. Our tongues dancing as I stroke my dick, leaking all over her belly. Like a caveman, I reach forward and rub it into her skin. She tries to push my hands away, but I stop her. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask using my finger to draw circles on her belly.