His Easter Bride - Hoppily Ever After

“Don’t tease me, Omar. Take me.”

“Oh, I will, Heather, I will,” I say, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. Opening my robe, I run my cock through her folds before slamming inside of her.

“Omar, oh God, please. Harder, more. Something, anything,” she mumbles before her eyes roll back into her head.

“Good. Girl. Take. It,” I say, each word punctuated with a hard thrust of my cock inside of her. Her pussy and the table taking a beating. The sound is music to my fucking ears. Her legs wrap around my waist, tightening. She mewls her pleasure as I feel my orgasm rising. Abruptly, I pull out of her and drop to my knees. I bury my face in her pussy and make her come quickly. Her sweet pussy juice coats my tongue like the finest syrup. Her hands pull my hair and she screams my name so loud that I am surprised my security detail doesn’t bust into the room. I can’t fucking take it anymore. Needing to be inside her again, I stand in order to slam into her. The force of my thrust moves the table a few feet. I wait until the table stops moving before fucking in and out of her like a man possessed by a demon. Pulling out of her again, I flip her onto her belly so that I can fuck her from behind. The gorgeous ass that first captivated me is exposed to me and I can’t help bringing my open palm down on her right cheek hard. She moans and looks over her shoulder at me. Her green eyes are shining. Full of love and lust, they tell me everything I need to know about this woman.

“Do it again,” she demands, and I comply immediately, groaning as I do so. I merely did it to watch her ass jiggle. I had no idea she’d actually like it.

“Does my future wife like being spanked?” I ask.

“Yes. I really do,” she replies as I slide my cock into her wet and waiting pussy. She buries her face in her arm. To what, muffle her screams of pleasure? Once we are home, she can shout the roof down and no one will ever hear her.

I hit her ass two more times before gripping her hips and using them as leverage to fuck into her deeper and deeper. I am mindless as I fuck her. She brings out the animal in me and I am thankful. As different as we are, we are perfect for each other. I might be too old for her, but I don’t care. She is the queen I’ve been waiting for and I am going to give her everything.

“I love you,” I groan as my cock twitches within her. She turns her head again, looking directly at me.

“I love you too,” she whimpers as her pussy contracts around me. “Omar, I’m coming.”

“Good girl. Come for me,” I growl as I fuck into her faster and faster before filling her with my seed again. Spent, I drape myself over her back, catching my breath. Breeding her is the only thought I have.

Breeding my queen.

Slowly, I pull out of her. She stands and turns to me, putting her arms around my shoulders. She kisses me for a bit before springing into action. How the hell does she have so much energy?

“We have so much to do, Omar,” she says excitedly, making her way to the shower. I am surprised to see that the bright red on her hair was a non-permanent dye, but the red that was underneath is breathtaking. Turns out she has to wash her hair with a pigment shampoo for it to stay that way. As I didn’t have that, I was rewarded with her natural hair color. With her stunning green eyes and the shade of red, it’s not hard to determine that she is Irish.

We shower together, which turns into another hard fuck. She can take anything I give her and that turns me on even more. Shouldn’t she be sore? I’ve used and abused her pussy several times now, but she takes my cock each time without so much as a wince.

We spend another hour loving each other before we finally get dressed. I check out of the hotel before we head over to the embassy, being sure to pay for the china I broke fucking her on the table. There, we tell her family the news before we leave. On the way, I called Malik, my personal assistant, who has already begun to rally the troops. Our main religion is The Church of England, so the archbishop will marry us later this afternoon, following his Easter Liturgy. Heather will be crowned immediately following the wedding ceremony. If Malik had any reservations about this suddenness with which I am getting married, he said nothing. He’s far too professional to express such concerns. Her official title will be Sheikah, but she will be my queen in every way. Her parents follow behind us in their own car. Hamid and Irene are already at the palace having gone there last night. Majid and Sasha sit across from us in the car. The girls are talking about wedding dresses, while Majid and I discuss which ring I should give Heather. Our grandmothers left their engagement rings behind for us to choose from. There are four rings and only three of us.