Dirty Little Brat (Dirty Series Book 1)

“Saxson. If you will.” The pastor instructs.

“Alexis. You appeared in my life out of nowhere like a star in a blurry sky. Shiny and bright and full of life. I didn’t know I was living in darkness until you illuminated everything around you. Including me. Thank you for loving me, even knowing what you know and choosing this life. Our life. I will love, protect, cherish and honor you, every day of our lives. I love you.” I turn to look at our guests and literally everyone is wiping their eyes. When I turn back to my bride, she is beaming, glowing really and I want that for her every day. Before I know it, we have exchanged rings and the pastor is pronouncing us man and wife. When I grab her face and kiss her, I swear I feel her whole life force flowing through mine. Wow! Is this what they mean when they say you become one?

“May I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Maldonado.” We kiss one more time, forgetting there are other people in the room. I swear if it wasn't for the whistling I heard from the guests, I would have ripped that dress right off of her. We turn and make our way back down the aisle together. I am not sure what is next, but Lexi is on a mission. She practically drags me to the inside of the house, to our bedroom. The door is barely shut before she is ripping off my jacket and tie.

“Take it off Saxson. You looked so good standing up there swearing to be a good husband. My pussy began to drizzle. See.” She put her hands under her dress and wipes her fingers across my face. I grab her hand and suck those fingers into my mouth.

“You want to play with me brat? You plan on keeping this dress?” I ask her before I rip it beyond repair.

“I was going to save it for our daughter.”

“No need. She is never getting married.”

Riiip.

I split her dress down the middle and damn near jizz all over myself. She is covered in white lace from tits to pussy. Like a fucking dirty angel. I take a step back, intent on removing my clothes as I admire the gift I have been given. She pushes me against the dresser and shakes her head.

“Not so fast husband.” My cock hardens and straightens more hearing her use those words. Words I never intended to make a reality until the moment I met her. “I have to change into my outfit for the reception. I didn’t get my morning suck, Sexson. I missed having the taste of you in my mouth.” God, I love my dirty little wife. She falls to her knees in front of me, unzips my pants, and pulls my cock out. Fisting it, she begins to rub it up and down, rubbing it against her face, her tongue swiping it as she jerks it back and forth.

“Fuck wife. Stick it in your dirty mouth.” I grunt, trying to let her stay in control. She opens her mouth and sucks my cock into it, taking her time. Her tongue playing with the hole as she moans. “Shh...shit baby. Feels so good.” It is taking everything I have not to put my hands in her hair and mess it up. Gripping the dresser as I close my eyes and pray for control. She pulls her head back, winks at me and shoves her mouth over my whole shaft sending it to the back of her throat. I begin blowing air through my nose, my control slipping, my upper lip sweaty and covered in my spit as I lick my lips over and over. “Fuck baby. Ah shit Lexi. I think you should stop before I lose it.” Her eyes smile at me as she takes a nip out of my sensitive spot. She moans as she pushes it further into her throat and I crack. My hands cradle her head and I lose myself in the feeling her throat, snuggly, squeezing my cock as she swallows around it, gagging, with her saliva falling out of her mouth. Her hair, no longer together, falling like gold dust around her face.

“Damn baby. I tried to hang on, but you fucking knew what you were doing. Didn’t you, brat?” I say pistoning in and out of her warm mouth. She nods her head, her face wet and red from the gagging. Her hand slides down between her legs and this is the first time I notice her panties are crotchless. Her hands move back and forth, stroking her pussy as my brutal force, continues to beat her tonsils. Her thighs begin to glisten as she continues to drip for me and before I can stop myself, I shoot into her mouth, cursing and shaking as I empty myself in her stomach. She keens, snot running down her face as she too shakes. Slumping against the dresser, I remove my handkerchief, from my pocket, grab her hands and lift her off the floor. Wiping her face, I pull her to me, and kiss her.