I carry Sheila across the threshold of the mobile home in my arms, as tradition demands. Her flowing white gown trails down around my knees as we sweep inside our home.

No more motels for us. We’re still on the road, at least whenever the rodeo is in season, but we’re doing it in style now. We built this RV from the ground-up, designed every inch of it to be the home we love. And now, fresh from our wedding at the local justice of the peace, with a few of the guys from the rodeo as witnesses, we’re back to consecrate it.

She laughs as I sweep her onto the couch in the living room, barely even giving her a chance to regain her balance before I’m all over her, my hands sliding around her waist to find the zipper for this gorgeous gown that I cannot wait to peel off her body.

No matter how many times we do this, I never get enough of her.

“You look so damn gorgeous,” I murmur against her ear as I undo the clasps of the gown, and start to slide it off her shoulders.

“You don’t look so bad yourself. Look at you in a suit and everything.” Sheila grabs my tie and yanks me down toward her, into a deep kiss.

I grin. That gives me an idea. I undo the tie, then, as I kiss my way down her neck, I trail my hands down hers, until I find her wrists. “You know, you’re mine now,” I murmur.

“All yours,” she agrees, beaming.

I catch her wrists in one hand, and wrap the tie around them with the other. “Lassoed by the cowboy,” I say, and she laughs, though her breath catches when I tie the silk tie around her wrists, just tight enough so that she can’t move them.

“Someone’s feeling naughty.” She grins at me, eyes flashing with desire, reflecting the same heat in my own.

“Around you? Always.” With that, I finish undoing the stays on her dress, and pull the straps off her shoulders. It slips down to her waist, and I kneel between her legs for a moment as she sits on the couch, taking my time as I run my hands over her ribs, the slope of her neck down to her pert breasts. I lean in to kiss them one after the other, tracing my tongue along the underside of her breasts, then up to circle her nipples. With my other hand, I lightly rub her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then pinch, just a little, just hard enough to make her gasp. The sound of her breathy pants makes my cock so hard I can barely stand having it bound in my pants. But I’m going to make this last.

It’s our wedding night, after all.

“I love this.” I draw her gown lower, down to her waist. “Exposing your sexy body inch by inch.” I tug it down to her ass, and she lifts her hips to let me pull it all the way down in one swift motion.

Underneath, she’s wearing white panties and a garter belt around her waist, bound to thigh-high stockings underneath. My eyes widen, and she grins, knowing how she affects me.

“Hmm. Though maybe this time we’ll leave a few accessories on,” I say, as I slide a hand between her legs to stroke the outside of those thin satin panties. She’s already soaked them through, wet with desire. “What do you think, naughty girl?”

She lifts an eyebrow at me and glances across my body, chin raised. “I think it’s not fair that you get to undress me so far, and I don’t get to strip you at all.”

“You think?” I grin and cup the back of her head. Pull her face toward me until her mouth is even with the bulge in my pants. Standing over her looking down, I can see the swell of her breasts rise and fall faster, and the tight knot around her hands, still bound at the small of her back. “Okay. Undress me then.”

She tugs at her wrists, but they’re bound tight. She narrows her eyes, glares up at me. “But…” Then she hesitates. Glances back to my crotch, and back up to me, realizing. “All right, cowboy. You’re on.” She leans in and runs her tongue over the button at the waist of my suit pants. It takes her a minute to orient herself, figure out the mechanism. But she’s always been good with her mouth, my wife. It doesn’t take long before she’s got her tongue under the button, and she pushes it out, undoing it. Then she only has to press her mouth closer to my crotch—so close I can feel the heat of her breath on my cock, through the layers of my pants. It’s already driving me wild, and I reach down to run my hands through her hair. Pull her closer.

“Clever girl,” I mention through clenched teeth, as she catches the zipper between her teeth and tugs it down. “I can’t wait to feel that smart mouth of yours around my cock.”

Zipper undone, she grips my pants between her teeth and tugs them down, hard. They fall around my ankles, and the boxers I have underneath don’t last long after. As she pulls those down next, my cock springs free, already hard as a rock, the tip swollen and a tiny drop of pre-cum gathered at the tip in anticipation of her mouth.

She runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, making me draw in a sharp breath.

“That’s right.” I draw back a little, when she starts to lick again, because she’s getting too excited. I want to remind her who’s in control now. “Not so fast.” I smirk at her, my smile widening as she shifts in her seat, impatient. “Open your mouth, wife.”

She parts her lips, obedient. I bring my cock to her lower lip, trace it across her mouth.

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

She nods, and swallows hard to control the hunger evident in her eyes.

“Ask me.”

“Please.” Her eyes flash up to mine. “Please let me suck your cock, husband.”

That last word makes me hungrier than any of the rest. I press forward, and my eyes close as I feel her lips part around my shaft, contracting as she adjusts to my size. “God, I love your mouth,” I murmur. I lean forward, tighten my grip on her hair and draw her forward, until my cock glides deeper into her mouth. The sensation of her tongue curling up against the underside of my cock drives me wild. But when the very tip of my cock touches the soft, hot, wet spot at the back of her throat, and her whole mouth convulses around me as she swallows, that’s when I hiss in a breath through my teeth, very nearly losing control.

“That’s right.” I draw back, then thrust back against her mouth, a little faster this time. “Suck my cock hard, wife.”

She moans a little in agreement, and the vibration sends a pulse through my whole body. I start to rock back and forth, fucking her mouth in earnest, and she lets her jaw go loose and slack, lets the tip of my cock plunge down her throat an inch, so she can fit me completely into her mouth with every thrust.

Before long, I’m nearing a peak, and it takes every ounce of self control I have to pull back. I step away from her, and she gasps aloud in protest, her sexy lips swollen from my cock.

I bend down to kiss her, and pull her up from her seat on the couch. “I’m not anywhere near finished with you yet, wife,” I whisper.

She shivers in anticipation, leaning up to kiss me back. “Then tell me where you want me now, husband,” she replies, and her eyes flash with want.

I spin around in the RV, until we’re beside the little counter where we eat breakfast every morning. And where more than once I’ve eaten her out for breakfast, too. With a sweep of my hand, I push everything on it aside.

“Bend over.”

Her eyes widen, but she obeys, bending down until her chest is crushed against the tabletop. I stand behind her, spread her cheeks and pause a moment to run my hands across her sexy little ass, savoring the feel of her in my hands. I tighten my grip, and she squirms across the table.

“Please, Ruckus. Fuck me. I want my husband to fuck me so hard I can’t walk out of here tomorrow.”

I grin down at her, my hands still squeezing and molding her ass. Then I reach one hand between her legs to run my finger along her slit, coating it in her juices. “What husband could resist a wife’s request like that?” I position my cock at her entrance, even as I bring my finger to my mouth. Taste her on my fingertips.

“You’re mine, Sheila,” I murmur as I press my cock into her, slowly. An inch at a time. Savoring the feel of her tight little pussy contracting around me as my thick cock spreads her wide.

She groans aloud, and I reach down to grip her hips as she clenches her walls around me. “I’m yours,” she whispers, and those words send a pulse straight into my cock, make me swell more with lust. “Forever.”

I draw out of her, then push back in, faster this time. I rock back and forth, building up a rhythm, until she’s already twisting and moaning on the table as I start to pound into her.

“God I fucking love your tight little pussy,” I growl, speeding up, fucking her so hard that my balls slap against her pussy lips. It doesn’t take long before she’s twisting against the table top, breath coming so loud I can hear it.

“I’m going to come. Oh, fuck…”

I don’t stop. I just keep pounding into her, fucking her hard and fast until she screams my name, her pussy convulsing around my cock as she climaxes, her juices dripping down both our thighs now. Only then do I pull back, out of her, and she cries aloud again, this time in protest.

But I’m not done yet. I pull her upright off the table and sweep her into my arms. Spin until we’re against the wall, which I prop her against, sitting so her legs are wrapped around my waist, and then I push into her again, my cock wet with her cum already. I glide into her easily, and she tightens her legs around my waist. I reach behind her to undo the tie around her wrists, and she wraps both arms around my neck as I start to fuck her again, bouncing her up and down between my body and the wall.

“You’re mine,” I repeat, my voice deeper now, possessive.

“Yes,” she gasps, nails digging into my back as she holds onto me, arching her hips to let me angle into her deeper. “I’m… yours.”

“Come for me, wife.” I keep up the steady pace, thrusting deep inside her, but I angle my hips back so the tip of my cock drags along her inner front wall with each thrust. It doesn’t take long for her to obey. She cries out, voice so loud I’m sure we’ll wake a few of the neighbors. Neither of us cares.

Her whole body shakes in my arms from the force of her orgasm. I’m nearing mine now, just about there. I pull away from the wall, keeping her legs wrapped around my body and my cock buried deep inside her as I walk us the few steps into the bedroom. I fall onto the bed with her beneath me, arch my back to thrust inside her again, again…

“Come in me, husband,” she moans. “I want to feel your hot cum inside me.”

I fuck her once, twice. On the third thrust, I can’t control myself anymore. I come hard, deep inside her pussy, and she tightens her legs around me, clenching her walls around my cock.

“Yes. Fuck yes,” she gasps through her teeth. “Give it to me.”

I keep rocking my hips, thrusting into her until every last drop has been spent. Only then do I pull out, and grin at the hot rush that spills down her thighs, onto the bed beneath us. “You always make such a mess,” I comment, as I lean down to catch her smiling mouth in another deep kiss.

“Mm,” she moans against my lips. I can feel her smile in return, and then she draws back, a mischievous look on her face. “I know, husband. But I can’t complain. Not when all that mess means this.”

At first, I don’t understand. She reaches beside us for the little dresser we managed to tuck into the bedside of the RV. Rifles through it for something. And then she hands me a slim white stick, making me still more confused.

“Happy wedding day,” she says, that mischievous grin still fixed on her mouth. “Daddy.”

I blink. Then I flip the stick over, and my brain finally processes what’s going on.

It’s a pregnancy test. With a little pink plus at the tip.

My jaw drops. “Is this…?”

She nods, beaming now. “I’m pregnant, Ruckus.”

I can’t contain the loud whoop I let out. I pump my fist in the air, jumping backwards with another yell of joy. She bursts into laughter, and I tackle her across the bed, pulling her into my arms and kissing her neck, her jawline, her nose, her forehead, her lips, then back down her neck again. I can’t help myself. I’ve never been so happy in my goddamn life.

A family. We’re going to have a family.

“I thought you might be glad to hear it today,” she says, breathless with laughter, when I finally stop attacking her with kisses long enough to ask how long she’s known. “I just found out two days ago, but with the wedding coming up, I figured it was good surprise to save.”

“The best.” I lean down, kneeling at the edge of the bed to cup her belly gently between my hands. I plant a kiss right over her navel, and grin up at her. “We’re going to have a family.”

“I know.” She slides off the bed onto the floor beside me. Leans down to kiss the tattoo on my chest. “Just what your father would have wanted.” She leans up to kiss me again, softer this time. “And I know that you’ll be a great father too. Just like him.”

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