My Rockstar's Secret Baby

“Oh, good,” I managed between gasps for sweet oxygen.

The plug felt a lot better coming out then going in, Ragnar still stimulating my pussy as he worked it free.

I could actually feel how much my asshole was stretched without even needing to see it. Wide enough that I might just be able to take a cock as magnificently massive as Ragnar’s. We were sure going to give it the old college, try in any case.

“Push down,” he said, the head of his well-lubed cock pressing against me.

I did my best, breathing out slowly as he slid inside. Only the head caused any real problems. Once that was in though, it was pretty much smooth sailing, Ragnar getting a little more than half his cock inside me before I let out a yelp.

Backing off to a much more comfortable depth, he started to move, slowly pumping me, holding my hair back so he could see my face.

Leaning down, without breaking his rhythm, my loving husband kissed me passionately as he tenderly took my anal virginity in our honeymoon bed.

I didn’t know I could have an orgasm this way, but he was quick to show me that I absolutely could, and the pleasure ripping through me was new and intense. And as I screamed and tightened around him in release, I heard his own grunts of climax and felt the heat of his cum flooding my insides.

He pulled out slowly, gently, and tugged me into his arms as he collapsed on the bed.

I couldn’t wait to get back to Karin and give her a hug, but for now, I had a little time left for a nap with my husband on our wedding day, after consummating our love.

“I love you,” Ragnar whispered to me. “You and Karen are the best things that have ever happened to me. Even more so than the success of my band, I’m happy for the success of our love.”

“Right back at you,” I whispered drowsily, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life marching to the beat of his drum.

THE END