Til Death Do Us Trope (Tropes 1)

I groan and try not to cum as her hips begin to move and test the waters. She’s slick with need, and I growl while she slides up and down my cock.

“Tell me to fuck you,” I demand, my arms wrapping around her body.

“Fuck me, Jericho. Fuck me like you just found me in a tower and saved me from a dragon.”

“Done,” I say, and do as she asks.

I lift her off the bed and thrust her down on my cock as my hips thrust up. It’s hard and fast as I ride her and sweat forms between our bodies. It’s dirty and sexy and I can’t get enough. Her body is climbing fast and she’s crying out that she’s about to cum.

Her orgasm triggers my own and I grunt, “I love you,” as her pussy grips the base of my cock and I start to cum inside her.

She whispers it back to me as we fall on top of the sheets in a sweaty mess.

“I love you so much, Jericho. I’ve dreamed of you. Dreamed of this. It’s so crazy but it’s true.”

“I know, Sugar Cookie. I’ve waited on you for so long. And I’ve already got a nickname for you. This is meant to be.”

I pull her on top of me and slide her back down on my hard cock. I need to be inside her as much as possible until she passes out, and even then I’ll probably still keep my cock in her when I’m sleeping.

“It’s like a fairy tale,” she sighs happily as her hips begin to move.

“Yeah, but with a lot of cum.”

Chapter 5

Cookie

I wake up with a start, looking around the room at the bright sun shining in. My apartment doesn’t have bright light. It’s dark and sandwiched between two buildings that never allow sunlight in.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” a voice says softly as a warm, strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into the covers again.

Last night comes flooding back and I smile, snuggling into Jericho. I hum as his big hands travel over my naked body. My thoughts drift back to how many times he made love to me, and then suddenly I jerk up in bed again and look around.

“Um, Jericho. Where are we?” I ask, seeing the mountain peaks through the window.

“We’re at our home on top of a mountain. Remember?” He sits up and kisses my shoulder. “I worry about how hard you sleep. You didn’t even wake up when airport security had to pat you down.”

“What?” I shout. I’ve never even been on a plane before. “What country are we in?”

“Does it matter, Sugar Cookie?” he says, kissing his way down my back.

I guess it doesn’t. I’m with the man of my dreams in a place that looks like a castle. I could stay here for the rest of my life and it would be everything I ever wanted.

I smile and close my eyes as I fall back into bed with my love.

He kisses each breast and down my stomach and I moan in pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth last night, so at least I’m remembering the important stuff. I also remember him telling me he loved me and I felt it in my soul.

Just as Jericho licks my pussy, there’s a sound from outside the window that sounds like a gun firing. Jericho jumps up and I groan. It was just about to get to the good part.

“Shit. The Russians are attacking,” he says before he runs into the closet and starts getting dressed.

“What?” I ask, bewildered and horny.

“Here, put this on.”

Jericho throws me pair of white boots and an all-white puffy snowsuit with a fur-trimmed hood. He comes out of the closet wearing the same thing and I stare at him.

“Hurry up, Sugar Cookie. We’ve got a castle to defend.”

“Are you going to explain to me what’s happening? This seems a bit over the top,” I huff as I pull on the snowsuit and boots.

“Over The Top is my middle name.” When I look at him to see if he’s being serious, he just shrugs. “I realize it’s unconventional, but I’ve made it work.”

“Jericho,” I say, putting my hands on my hips and scowling.

He grabs me by the waist and begins to run out of the castle with me in his arms.

“We live on a mountain near Russia. Every now and then they like to come over the peaks dressed in all white to try and take my flag. I’ve got a team that live here who defend it, so it’s more of a game than anything. I don’t even think their guns are loaded.”

“So we’re going out in the snow to play a pretend game of capture the flag with a group of Russians?”

“Exactly. But don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you while we do it.”

I open my mouth to ask what he means, but before I can, he bursts through a basement door that leads to a garage. There are snowmobiles lined up along one bay and he takes me over to one. He sits down first, then pulls me on it so I’m facing him, straddling his lap.

“Jericho, I’m in a huge full-body snowsuit. How are you going—”

He reaches down to the crotch of my snowsuit and unsnaps it, exposing my naked pussy to him. He grabs his in the same place, popping it open and pulling out his hard cock. He grabs me by the hips and slams me down on his dick before cranking up the snowmobile and opening up the garage doors.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as the vibrations of the machine travel up his cock and into my body. It’s like I’ve just been given a full-body vibrator and it feels amazing.

He takes off, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt moves over every inch of me.

“Cum as many times as you want, Sugar Cookie!” he shouts over the sound of the machine. “I’m going to do a few laps and make sure the place is secure before we go back home.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I grip his chest as I let the snowmobile do the work, and cum all over his cock. Just as soon as one orgasm ends, another begins and I scream out my pleasure. It’s so intense, and I’m overstimulated, but I can’t get off his dick.

I feel his cock pump cum into me at least three times, but I can’t be sure. At one point I almost black out, but I feel one of his arms come around me to hold me upright.

“There they are,” he says as he pulls up next to a red flag and grabs it out of the snow. He takes off and I look behind us in the distance to see several snowmobiles headed away from us. I see a group of stationary machines with the word TROPE on the back of them. “Looks like we won!”

He holds the flag up as we make our way back to the castle that’s not too far away in the distance. It looks exactly like Elsa’s castle from Frozen, except it’s not made of ice. Thank god, because I like to be cozy.

My body reminds me that I’m still being fucked as my pussy clenches on his cock. I giggle then moan as Jericho takes me back home, triumphant in getting the flag, and getting me off.

Epilogue

Jericho

Two years later…

Cookie is lounging on the couch near the window and I stop in the doorway to look at her. She’s playing on her phone with her feet up, her belly so big that she can’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time.

It’s my fault that she’s knocked up again. I can’t seem to keep my dick out of her. But I will say that she hasn’t figured out how to turn me down when I sweet talk her. It could be because she loves my mouth so much.

When she giggles at something she’s looking at, I push away from the door and make my way over to her. I sit at the end of the couch where her feet are and put them in my lap. She winks at me as I start rubbing them but then goes back to her phone. She giggles again, and now I’m wondering who she’s talking to.

“Who is that?” I ask, nodding to her phone.

“Oh, nothing,” she says and goes back to messing with it.

When she giggles again, I feel agitated. What is she laughing at? I’m supposed to be the one she laughs with.

“Sugar Cookie, who are you talking to?” I tug on her toes to get her attention, but she doesn’t look up at me as she gives me another dismissive answer.

She knows how jealous I can be, so wh

y isn’t she telling me what’s going on? I don’t like secrets.

“Cookie?” I say, a little more firmly this time as I lean up and try to look at her phone.

“Jericho?” she taunts, mocking my voice and placing the phone face down against her chest.

“What are you trying to hide from me?” I reach up to touch her phone and she jerks it out of my grasp.