Luc

I thrust my hands into the dark strands of Mia’s hair and pull her head back towards me, kissing her ravenously while pushing her flat, her back cushioning my front.

I’m so hard it’s not easy keeping myself in check. All I want to do is thrust into her and keep thrusting till she comes all around me and opens up to accept my seed.

There is something entirely consuming about knowing my child is inside her and all I can think about is re-staking my claim and showing her that this body is mine, as I am hers.

I kiss her until she whimpers and smile against her mouth when she pushes her ass back, grinding my cock into the soft, slick flesh cradling me.

“Luc.”

“Shh, cara, let me love you,” I whisper into her neck, breathing her scent. “I don’t want to rush.”

And I don’t. I stretch her out beneath me and use my mouth to kiss and lick her back, sucking when I reach her cheeks, my tongue teasing her crack.

She writhes, spreading her legs so I smell and see her pink folds and I smile as I lick downward, palming her cheeks to keep her in place for my mouth.

“Hhhhmm. That feels so good.”

I love the breathy sound of her voice when I pleasure her and take joy when she starts grinding herself closer, silently begging me to lick deeper into the warm well of her body.

She’s soaked and tastes so good I let off a groan of my own, tightening my hold on her ass and burying my face in her to get it all at once, smell, taste, ownership.

It’s always like this for me now. Two months and I can’t walk into the door without taking her down immediately. Thank God she was just coming out of our bedroom to greet me when I walked in or I’d have her on the floor or couch again.

“Lick me baby, yes Luc, there. Deeper.” She pants, mewling when I hold her still and give her only the tip of my tongue, using it inside her to stir her up and make her juices flow harder.

When she’s screaming and cursing at me to take her, only then do I lift up, palm my shaft and slide home, cursing when her body clamps down around me and pulsates with a mini climax.

“You’re so much warmer inside now.” I growl, thrusting hard when she tears at the sheets because I know my wife, she’ll go crazy and scalp my ass if I don’t make her come and soon.

I fucking love being married to her. Somehow, after getting my ring on her finger she became so confident that nothing and no one gets her down.

She orders everyone around as if she was born to be queen and I love it, especially when she takes me on in one of her hormone driven tempers and then makes it up to me by fucking me senseless.

This morning I woke up with her warm mouth wrapped around me, sucking the life out of me and came so hard I thought I lost function in my legs. It was one of the most spectacular blow jobs I’d ever had, not to mention the way she licked me until I got hard again and then rode me so sweetly I came again and saw stars.

She’s my everything, my queen, the ruler of my universe and as soon as I make her come I’m going to put her in the car and show her the surprise I’ve been working on since she said yes to me in Spain and flew to Vegas with me.

As if I’d only let my Mia have some back alley Vegas wedding, I think, my smile falling when she uses my distraction to reach back and dig her nails into my hip.

“Do it, Luc, hard, please, I’m burning inside,” she yells, tightening around me to the point I see stars and lose my control, slamming home hard in spite of my vow to only be gentle with her.

Oh fuck, feels so good. Too good.

I can’t keep myself in check anymore and the hellion knows it, uses that break in control to push back harder and saw her hips up and down, her sex swallowing every hard inch until I feel as if am lodged in her throat I’m so deep.

“Fuck.”

“Yes. Let me feel it. Make me come, Luc, aaaaah, rub my clit.” She speaks her commands while using my body as her own sex toy to get off.

I obey because I need to blow and her sheath isn’t giving me the choice anymore. Grabbing her hips I lift her to her knees, dig into the mattress and slam into her with sweat pouring from my brow, my balls jerking up and going hard.

She comes with a scream, the ever-increasing contractions of approaching orgasm coalescing into an explosion that has her locking down on me like a mouth, sucking and fisting me.

“Give it to me.”

I let go and come, still thrusting with the pleasure that hits me, the motion making our combined juices and cum leak with every withdrawal until we’re both covered in sweat and sex.

Now is when I snuggle her, enjoying my smell on her, in her, loving the smell of her cream covering my cock and thighs. We lay like that, I have collapsed over her back until my balls dry and then I lean over and kiss her, laughing when she licks my lips and tries to get me aroused again.

“Naughty girl. No more of that, I have a surprise.”

“Is it long and hard?” she quips.

I chuckle harder and slap her ass, my finger sliding into her from behind to push my seed back in where it’s started leaking out of her body. I’m a pervert with my wife and I carry that label proudly. I want me inside her all the time, showing everyone, most especially her kinky ass, that she is mine and will always belong to me.

Most days I exhaust her just making sure I leave a part of me inside her and go off to work with her smell still clinging to my skin. Women still come on to me but Mia hardly notices at all, her trusting smile lighting up my life, her laughter when I tell those women to take a whiff filling the spaces of my heart.

“The surprise is not my cock so you can forget it and stop playing with my balls.”

“But I like your balls, Luc. They give me babies.” She purses her lips seductively, knowing what those words do to my libido.

Goddammit! The wedding guests can wait, I think, rolling her onto her back and pushing my face into her, sucking at her sex to get her flowing again.

They can all wait. Right now I’ve got to eat dinner.

 

Mia

I’m crying as I walk closer to Luc, my white princess cut dress trailing behind me while Justin and Shaun walk on either side of me, carrying me down the aisle to my husband, my ex-boss and the most wonderful man in the world.

I still have sex hair and if anyone leans even a little close to me they’ll get a whiff of what he did to me in the car after complaining that I showered his mark off.

I never in a million years suspected that Luc was doing this, and I cried, ugly cried, when I exited the limo and saw the house where a hundred guests were waiting to watch us get married. Properly.

Now here I am, walking towards him, my hair un-brushed, makeup not done, ugly glasses in place and I know deep in my heart that he sees me, and loves every single inch no matter what.

He doesn’t care what I wear, how I look or what anyone thinks because he was right two months ago and he’s proven it over and over again. He only sees me.

And what he sees, he loves.

It’s been a long, long road for us with my heart breaking, shattering and reforming with the love he’s given me.

I think it all needed to happen, though, and more importantly that my heart had to be broken and rebuilt by him because after Mama and Daddy, part of me was twisted irreparably. That part is now whole, Luc having taken every piece and building the puzzle slowly till it beats for him and only him.

I like that, knowing that he’s made me see myself, love myself as much as I love him. Mostly, I like that he’s a possessive freak who bosses me around non-stop and yells at me because he always kisses it better.

I can’t wait to have this baby. To add more to the family and give him a whole brood to order around and love. And I will do that, just as soon as he marries me and takes me on my honeymoon.

Twenty minutes later we’re married, or well, remarried? I don’t know, don’t care because Luc has me in a linen closet and his idea of eating cake is in full swing as I stiffen and try to hold back my screams.

“I love you.”

He mumbles against my clit and I pant, knowing he’s said it back and also knowing he’ll be saying it for the rest of our lives.

“God, you were a terrible boss, Luc Fabrizio, but you are a good, goooood husband.”

He looks up, still licking me and I see the sparkle in his eye before he bites my clit and purrs.

“I’ll be anything you need, cara, just as long as I have that heart.”