The Marriage Sacrifice

Sage had this personal touch, and it showed in the way she cooked.

There was love, and he felt it as he ate.

You’re turning into a pussy.

“I don’t usually drink, but this is good champagne.”

“I did the best with what was available.”

“I’m sorry if this wasn’t your idea of a good time.”

He looked toward her. “I’m loving this.”

“Really?”

“I get to spend time with you. What’s not to love?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t have a yacht, and I’ve also convinced you to buy a dog. Am I putting way too much pressure on you?”

“I’m not feeling pressured. Is that what you’re trying to do?” He was teasing her now, and as her eyes widened, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop. Stop. I’m loving this. Why can’t you see that?”

“I don’t know. I looked up bachelor stuff, and besides drinking and stripping, there wasn’t a whole lot I could find.”

He put his food down as an idea entered his head.

“Okay, do not laugh, and I will stop if you complain at all.”

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He went to take her bowl of food away from her, but she held onto it.

“First rule you should know. Don’t come between a woman and her food.”

“Got it, totally got it.” He held his hands up. “You keep the food.”

He picked up her small coffee table, moving it out of the way. Next, he went to music player and turned on some music.

It was a pop song, and he didn’t recognize it. He was more of a classic man if he listened to music.

“At a bachelorette party you’d normally be surrounded by all your female friends. If you wish, imagine they’re all here.”

She slurped up her noodles.

He turned the music up. He was totally about to do this for her. It was just the two of them, and this would forever stay private.

“Oh, my, you’re totally going to, aren’t you?”

He winked at her, and slowly, thrusting his hips, he began to move to the beat of the music while removing his jacket.

With it off, he spun it in the air and did some more hip thrusting action. She let out a whoop. She had put her food down on the floor and was now clapping her hands.

He swung his hips as he worked his shirt open.

“That’s it, Dom, work it.”

The shirt was off, and he threw it at her.

She threw her head back laughing. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Next, the belt. He pulled it from his body.

“Sexy!”

He dropped it to the floor and released the catch of his pants. Sliding the zipper down, he winked at her.

Kicking off his pants was not as sexy as he wanted, but he got them down.

Showing off his ass, he winked at her again, and she was covering her mouth.

“The only dick you’re ever going to be seeing is mine.” With that, he pulled his pants off and turned to her, swinging his hips and letting her see him in all of his naked glory.

Sage grabbed his hand pulling him down to the sofa. She straddled his lap and kissed him hard, biting into his lip.

“Well, two can play at that game.”

The music was still playing, and his cock hardened as Sage did her own dance. She went slowly, moving her body, rocking her hips as if she was being fucked standing up, but it wasn’t rapid. This was long and slow.

It reminded him of filling her deeply, making her take every single inch of his cock until there was nothing more for her to take and all she had to do was ride him.

She worked her shirt off, and he suddenly hated underwear. Not only did she have panties but also a bra, and she wasn’t in an immediate hurry to remove one or the other. She wriggled out of her jeans, swaying her hips and her tits bounced as if they had a mind of their own.

It was driving him crazy as all he wanted to do was pull her onto his lap and fuck her. To drive his worry out of his mind and to focus only on her. To have his way completely with her and to fuck everyone else who got in his way.

When she finally kicked her jeans out of the way, he already had his hand wrapped around his dick and was pumping it up and down. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip, and as she removed her bra, those beautiful tits swinging free, he wanted her sitting on his cock as he fucked her harder.

“Am I distracting you?” she asked.

He did no more than pull her close to him.

She fell on him, and he tore her panties away. “You need to stop doing that.” Her complaint ended on a moan as she found his way inside her, thrusting in deep. She gripped his shoulders, and as he held her hips, she began to work her pussy on his cock, taking him within her.