I had to pull my punches, fucking into her with shallow strokes while her tight as fuck pussy clung to my fuck meat every time I tried to slide back and forth.

I busted through that shit and she screamed bloody murder, her nails digging into my back as she strained beneath me. “Easy, easy!”

I held my cock still inside her and let her tight cunt adjust to being split open. At least that’s what it felt like I’d done to her. And the way she wasn’t acting said it wasn’t too far from the truth.

“Are you okay?” Interpretation, please tell me I

didn’t tear your shit because I really need to fuck. But if you’re hurt I’ll stop; maybe. I find it’s always best to be honest with myself.

She nodded her head and although I knew she was lying to me I took her at her word. Like I had a choice. My cock was about to revolt if I didn’t get it all the way inside his new favorite place.

I lifted her leg, essentially opening her up wider and tested the waters. One hard as fuck slide out where she flinched and my cock belched pre-cum. And back in again.

I did that shit until she stopped flinching and her body was no longer strung tight as if expecting a blow. Any second now I was going to break out in a sweat. I was out of my depth.

But miracle of miracles, I changed up my angle and that shit opened up like a Venus flytrap and my boy saw his opening. He showed his ass but good, looking around for the sweet spot.

Once I got in there it was hell behaving myself. I wanted to go buck wild. Like a stampede at the Rodeo, but I couldn’t do that to her. More truthfully, I didn’t want to.

I was having all kinds of tender feelings towards her and shit. That’s why I placed soft little kisses along her cheek. Why I palmed her tit and caressed it before lowering my head to take the aroused nipple into my mouth.

Her pussy liked that and did some kind of breathing shit around my cock that was sure to get her little ass in trouble. Another thing, I was super aware of her.

I never gave two fucks about what a female was feeling or doing while I was getting off. As long as I got to bust a nut and she got off, that was enough for me.

That night, I wanted more from her. Fuck if I didn’t want her to tell me it felt good. I found myself doing something I never have before. Paying attention.

I listened to her moans. To which ones sounded like more pleasure than pain. I concentrated on learning her body more than I did on my own satisfaction.

She likes having her nipples sucked, she likes when my cock rub against her clit. She likes when I squeeze her ass as I slide into her. And she loves sucking on my tongue while I fuck her.

I didn’t think I was gonna last long in all that goodness and I was right. But her pussy was so fucking good my cock didn’t even go down after I shot off, and I was able to stay in her long enough to jump back in the game.

I thought for sure since I’d off loaded that I would be able to take my time and fuck her into believing her life wasn’t fucked because of me; but alas, all good things must come to an end.

Now usually, I can stay in a pussy for an hour on a good day, with a long recuperation period in between. Let’s just say I have pussy ADHD.

I’ve never found one that I wanted to hang around for more than that hour. But this shit! My balls were already drawing up the second time around and it hadn’t been fifteen minutes.

It was the shit she was doing with her eyes. She was looking up at me like I’d hung the moon. There was a certain light in her eyes that told me more than words would’ve said.

Everything hit me all at once. The lead up to our wedding. The fact that she hadn’t complained once. The thought that maybe she deserved better.

For the first time in my life I found myself caring about someone else outside of immediate family. And it was all because of her eyes; doe eyes.

“Damn baby!” I shut the hell up and buried my face in her neck before I said some shit that I wasn’t ready to. I grazed her soft skin with my teeth and her pussy pulsed.

I did it again and she tried to strangle the fuck outta my shit. And then I bit her, marked her and she went wild. “I’m sorry” I had the presence of mind to get that out before lifting her ass in my hands and pulling her into my strokes.

Her moans changed up again and became pain mixed with pleasure. But the way she grabbed at me with her arms and legs told me she could take it.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” I kept telling myself not to tear her as I slammed my cock into her. Well as much as I could with her tight as fuck cunt trying its best to put the lockdown on my shit.

“Cum for me!” She’d just come down but I wanted her with me. I wanted to feel her pussy pulse and throb around my cock while I blast off inside her.

I went after the other side of her neck and she was my good girl again. She keep that shit up she’s gonna be covered in hickeys. As it is she’s gonna look like I tried to maul her ass.

My dick must’ve known we were on our

honeymoon and he had to give a good showing because he did not want to leave. I had the good sense to know that she couldn’t handle any more.

As for me, I didn’t want to leave. My boy was doing jumping jacks and shit. But those tender feelings interfered again and I slid his greedy ass out of her depths.

She bled like stink that first night and since all the shit she was making me feel confused my ass I let her off easy. My dick was covered in blood and so were the sheets.

“Fuck did I kill you?” She looked down between her thighs where my eyes were focused and almost had a conniption. But something else distracted her.

“Did you, you know…cum inside me?” Her green ass!

“Where else did you want me to cum?” She wasn’t the first I’d ridden raw, but she was the first since my misspent teens.

I’m fucked if I’m going backwards after getting a taste and feel of her shit. Besides, she’s my wife. I’ll never buy another condom again in my life.

She didn’t say a word but it was obvious that she was worried. At least it took her mind off of what I’d done to her cunt. That shit was torn the fuck up.

I ran her a nice warm bath in the sunken tub and got in with her, holding her in my lap while I washed her clean. Her pussy must be sore because she hissed each time I touched her with the cloth.

“You hurting?” She nodded and I could imagine her face going up in flames. I felt an odd mix of tenderness and pride. It was finally hitting home just what I’d gained by taking her.