Chapter Five

Sarah

 

The noise he makes is a feral growl and it ignites something inside me that I’ve never felt before. Never knew I could feel.

I’m still trying to process what I just said, what I just gave him permission…no, invitation…to do to me when he yanks me up to his mouth. I thirst for him, opening my mouth to drink him in. I’m completely flattened against his hard muscles, and he squeezes me like he’s trying to push me into and under his skin as his mouth takes mine. His tongue begins basically fucking my mouth, and I’m trapped in his arms as if I were tied up and I love it. I give in to the dominance of his kiss. The dominance of him. He’s so hard and hot and strong, he becomes my entire world.

He snakes his hand down the back of my pants and squeezes my ass, pushing and grinding me against his erection. There’s probably no way that monster will even fit. But there’s a hollowness inside me, low and achy. It’s pulling at my insides, growing bigger like a black hole. I need to be filled. I need him inside me to fill the hollow.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come in my pants,” he says, taking a break from bruising my mouth as he goes to my throat. His stubble is grazing my neck and his teeth are biting my skin. “Wife me, she says. Fuck. Why is that so fucking hot?”

I don’t know.

He’s my husband. I’m married to him. My pussy floods with wetness at the thought. I belong to him. But maybe what’s getting me so hot is realizing that he belongs to me. Mine. He’s all mine.

I’ve made out with guys before and it was nothing like this. Anvil is primal and is stripping me down to my core animal. And he’s mine. The idea of him, of this, of us…I can’t fathom now how I made it this far in life without it. I feel like I was made to be his wife. How is that even possible? We just met.

“I want to see you,” I say. Which for me, might be the most brazen thing I’ve ever said. But I want to touch his skin. Taste him. I lean back to make room for him to take off his shirt. My God, he’s beautiful.

His chest is broad, of course. Lined with bulging muscles. He’s got thick hair at the center of his pecs that tapers down like a tour guide to his abs then lower still, drawing my eyes to the waistband of his jeans. I run my fingers through it. It’s course yet soft. I follow the path up and down with my hand; his skin seems to jump under my touch. I lean down and tongue the flat disc of his nipple and he moans, clutching my head there in case I move away too fast.

“That’s good, baby. Oh fuck, that’s good.” The fact that I’m giving him pleasure turns me on more than I already was—and I didn’t think that was possible.

But he’s impatient and his hands pull up on the hem of my shirt, so I lift my arms to get it off me. My bra is plain and boring. I didn’t know it would be my wedding night when I got dressed to go out. He flicks the front closure and it pops open, my breasts popping free like the biscuit dough in a can. His eye gets darker, dilating, and then the world shifts and I’m on my back and he’s sucking one of my breasts while he grinds into my pelvis.

I cry out, the sensations pulling inside me like dark secrets. He keeps grinding, sucking, biting, and I feel like I’m falling, faster and faster. Racing toward the ground. My hands fist in his hair and I cry out as I come. My first time with someone in the room with me.

He pulls back, his chin on my stomach, my skin stretching and puckering into goose bumps from the rough stubble. “I could get addicted to the sound you make when you come, angel. I think I need to hear it again.” He’s undoing the button of my jeans, yanking my pants down and off my legs. He puts his nose right into my panty-covered pussy and inhales deeply. “Oh yeah. That’s so good. Mmmm.”

I want to cover myself with my hand. Push his nose away. It’s too much. He’s making me feel too many things at once. Shock. Modesty. Fear. Anticipation.

He pulls the material over, exposing me to him, and dabs his tongue right into my slit. I arch like a current of electricity has just electrocuted me, the aftershocks still coming from my first orgasm. The shock and modesty melt away pretty quickly, to be honest. All that’s left is the fear and anticipation, and those two feelings play off each other in an interesting harmony that keeps me turned on.

I look down at the juncture of my thighs to find him watching my face.

“I’m going to wear this pretty little cunt out tonight.” He’s looking into my eyes, seeing how far he can go with his dirty talk. To find where I draw the line. Do I have a line? I don’t think I do. Not with him. Not with my husband. “You’re wet, angel. So wet for me. For my tongue and my fingers and my dick.”

I nod.

One yank and my panties are torn off. He pushes my legs wide apart. “Look at that pretty pussy. All creamy and juicy.” He spreads my lips apart. “I’m going to suck on that sweet, creamy clit of yours. Every last drop. My mouth is watering, angel.”

And then I’m moaning as he kisses my pussy the way he took my mouth earlier. He’s tongue fucking me, his thumb on my clit. I should be embarrassed at the sounds I am making. The way I’m grinding against his face. But I’m not. I’m fucking free.

“You make me so greedy, baby. I love drinking your sweet juices down. The more I eat you, the harder I get.

He latches on again. I lose track of my orgasms. When he finally pulls away from me, I’m almost relieved at the break. I hear his zipper, so I raise up on my elbows to see him.

Oh.

My.

God.

“Yeah, sweetness. Look at my cock. Baby, what have you gotten yourself in to?” He rests his cock on my mound. It’s the size of my forearm and so heavy against me. “See how hard it is for you. See what you do to me? My face is fucking covered in your girl come and my dick wants some too.” He taps it on my pussy. “You were such a good girl before you met me, weren’t you?”

I nod, mesmerized by the beast oozing pre-come from the mushroom tip. It’s porno big. And I don’t think there’s room inside me for both of us, I really don’t. But when he slides it through the lips of my pussy, my juices combining with his to let it glide smooth, I feel that hollowness inside again. There is only one thing that will ease the ache. I know it and he knows it.

He pushes my legs back and rest them on his shoulders. Then he pulls my arms until they are pinned above my head, my wrists in his hand. With his other hand, he adjusts the angle of his cock so just the tip is poised at my entrance. He leans forward, pressuring the head in.

“That feels so good already, baby.” He turns his face into my legs and kisses it tenderly. “Your pussy is grabbing my cock so tightly, honey.”

My legs start shaking as he works in a little more. I move my hips as the sensation of being filled too much increases.

“You on the pill, honey?”

How could I have forgotten about condoms? I shake my head. “No, we need…” He pushes in a little more, and I forget what I was saying.

“I don’t want anything between us,” he says.

Alarm bells jangle in my brain. “But—”

“Look at me,” he commands. His face is red, pinched with lust for me. “I kept you safe all night, yeah?” I nod. “I promise you, I’m clean. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Not once. And I get tested regularly. I would never endanger you. Do you believe me?”

God help me, I do. “But—”

“Babies aren’t in your five-year-plan. I get it. Neither was a husband.”

His fingers do magical things to my clit while he talks, rendering me unable to think. “I want to fill you with my come, Sarah. I want to come inside you over and over.” He pushes all the way in and pauses, letting me adjust to the pain, the fullness. “That’s it, baby. Relax and get used to my cock.”

My breath comes hard and fast, the pain blinding at first. I blink rapidly as it begins to fade, like I’m coming to. And there he is, watching me closely, rubbing his bearded face on my leg while he waits patiently for me to relax again.

I’m not a virgin anymore.

And I somehow made it to my wedding day as one.

And I married the scariest man I’ve ever seen. Who I believe in my heart will protect me and do anything to make me happy. I don’t have enough data to make that judgement. I don’t have facts or comps or anything but what my untried heart is telling me.

I’m completely open to him. My arms and legs immobile. “I need you to kiss me,” I whisper.

He maneuvers my limbs around his waist and he takes my mouth. I rock my hips up, now aching to get closer. It hurts a little again, but he soothes it when he starts moving. Slowly at first, as he pulls back and hisses with pleasure when he eases back in.

“You feel so fucking good.” He starts playing with my clit again. “I need you to come around my cock this time, baby. I need it so bad. You’re so tight. So sweet.”

I don’t have any defense for this. For his words. For his fat cock. For the way every inch of me feels full. I start coming again, only this time, I don’t think I will ever stop.

“You’re milking my cock, angel. You’re going to pull all my come out of me, aren’t you? You want it inside you?”

He’s on the edge of coming. I haven’t stopped. He should pull out. I should tell him to pull out. Instead, I dig my heels into his back, locking my legs around him, pulling him deeper into my body. “Make me yours.”

He freezes, shaking with his need as he stares at me to be sure. He lets go of my wrists so he can angle my hips and he starts thrusting like he’s trying to fuck me through to the box spring of his bed. “My horny girl wants to be bred on her first ride,” he grunts out. “Gonna give her everything she wants.” One final thrust and he curses as his warm seed shoots into me. He clutches my hips in those big hands, holding me still to accept all his come. As his cock throbs, I have another orgasm, drawing him deeper into my body.

We lay like this for a long time. Until the sweat on my body chills. Until I begin to feel sore where his cock still remains.

“Never letting you go now, babe,” he says. “I think I was unconscious there for a minute.”

“Me too,” I say.

He takes me to his shower and sweetly cleans me up. Then he carries me back to his bed…our bed…and we fall asleep until noon.

I’m certainly not feeling restless anymore.

The rest of the day, we eat, make love, and eat some more. He tells me how he lost his eye. About his business plan for a bar of his own. At midnight, he takes me to Billy’s Suds for my first legal drink.

It’s weird, getting to know my husband after the wedding instead of before it. But I have a feeling he’s worth the risk.