“Hilda, sweet merciful lord, you own me,” he says as he uses my head and hair to guide me where he wants me to go. With my hands on his hips, I take him all the way to the back of my throat several times before he stops me. I growl because he’s just taken away my favorite treat.
“I won’t waste my seed until you’re good and bred,” he says, making me shiver. I want to be the mother of his children, but why the hell does he have to say things like that? Things that make me yearn for him. It’s so hot how demanding and matter of fact he is. He pulls me to my feet and tosses me on the bed. I watch him kick the rest of his clothes off before he carefully unties my sandals and tosses them away. He kisses my feet before kissing, licking, and nipping his way up my legs. I am positively dripping wet in my completely ruined panties. He pulls the cups on my bra down, making my boobs look even bigger, and sucks on my nipples before moving down my body. He grips my panties at my hip and pulls them tight, making them part my pussy lips.
“Stop teasing me, please,” I beg.
“I’ve got your pleasure, baby. Let me see to it,” he murmurs, using his free hand to run his fingers over my pussy.
“Mmm,” I moan, needing more. He gives me what I want by ripping my panties from my body. He slides two fingers into me. Pushing them in and out, teasing me again.
“Marry me in four days,” he says, pulling his fingers all the way out of me, making me whimper.
“Fff… four days?”
“The waiting period is three days in Oregon. In four days, I need you to be my wife.”
“Yes. Anything. I’m yours.”
“That wasn’t up for debate, love. You were mine when you walked into my office.”
“I know, “ I say, agreeing with him.
“I should have taken you to Vegas that first day,” he says as he rubs his cock through my folds. I’m getting wetter by the second.
“Take me to Vegas now,” I whimper.
“Done,” he says, slamming into me. My eyes roll back into my head as I am catapulted into ecstasy. Ecstasy only he can give me.
Two hours later, fancy dinner is long forgotten, we are at the airport. I don’t know what I will tell my family, but I’ll deal with that later. All my dreams are about to come true, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let anything stop me.
Chapter Five
Warren
I look over at my sleeping wife in the middle of the now wholly messed up bed. Her long dark hair is spread out across the pillow. Then I look back out the window onto the Vegas Strip. I don’t know how she can sleep with all these lights, but she looks so peaceful and happy. I take a deep breath as my insecurities about being a good husband come crashing back to the surface. I may not have had any kind of role models when it comes to marriage, but I am determined to do right by her. Shaking my head, I pull the curtains closed and join her in bed. I pull her close to me. I meant every word I said when I proposed to her. She is my whole world, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.
“Where’d you go?” she asks sleepily into my chest.
“Nowhere, baby.”
“Hmm… I missed you.”
“Did you now?”
“You know I did. The bed is cold without you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Hilda.”
“I know.” She kisses me before climbing on top of me, grinding her pussy on me. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?” she asks as I put my hands on her ass.
“You know me so well,” I say.
“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t know you. Now tell me.”
“What if I can’t be the husband you need? The husband I want to be. The husband I should be.” Where is my confidence now? I hate not being in control of this feeling of impending doom.
“Listen, Warren. I'm scared too. I've never even had a boyfriend, let alone any kind of long-term relationship. I might not be a great wife. I hate doing dishes. Forget about laundry. I can make an awesome baked potato, but that's about it. I’m a little selfish and set in my ways after being alone most of my life. I'm terrified I won't be enough, and you'll want a refund. But I'm putting all that aside because the fact of the matter is, we're married, till death do us part. Yeah, It’ll certainly be an adjustment period for both of us, but we won’t let the other fail. We're too invested. Too much in love. We’ve got this. We’re a team now.”