I’M NOT A MAN who gets intimidated or is often insecure with myself, but this Mike guy sure makes me a little fucking uneasy. He’s just like his fucking brother, tall, preppy, built like a football player and of course his eyes keep taking glances as Sadie’s tits.

My tits, my girl, my body.

I look at his hand for a second and take a moment to assess everything around me. I could explode and tell this guy to shake his own dick or I could whip out mine and show him what a real man Sadie belongs to, but I take the fucking high road. With acid on my hand, I shake his and nod. “Nice to meet you.”

“Sadie’s told me lots about you. Nice to put a face to the name.”

“Oh, really? Funny, can’t say she has said much about you, but hey, any friend of Sadie’s,” I accentuate friend, “is a friend of mine.” Yup, there’s my dick, guess I couldn’t help myself.

“You know, I’m starved. Let’s sit and eat.” She breaks up our pissing contest and I do all but glare at him as he takes a seat on the other side of her. If I had my way I’d put an entire table between us.

“Hey.” Everyone settles in and starts little conversations as Sadie whispers between us, her hand on my thigh and the other on my arm.

“Yeah?” She smiles.

“You didn’t need to have a peeing contest, but I will say thank you for not reacting like you did last time. That means a lot to me.” If it wasn’t her graduation and her closest friends and family weren’t around, that entire introduction would have went to hell in a hand basket quicker than you can say fuck me.

“I didn’t like the way it hurt you,” I admit the safer part of my truth and her face softens.

“You’re trying. Thank you.” She kisses my lips and I sit back and let my lady order for me. Usually I’m the life of the party, but as I sit back, I watch everyone in the room and how their eyes stay glued to Sadie as she beams. They hang on every word that comes out of her mouth. Her charm, her grace, her smile, her love—it’s captivating and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to claim that.

“Yay! Okay try this, baby, I promise you’ll love it.” Bringing a fork full of biscuits and gravy to my mouth, she feeds me and it’s pretty fucking good. Everyone watches me and waits for my reaction.

“Damn, alright, you win. That’s pretty tasty,” I finally say and the table erupts in laughter—everyone but Mike. Which only makes me feel better. He sees how much Sadie loves me, how much her parents love me, and that bothers him—it would eat me up inside too—but I’m not that poor bastard.

“Told you! I mean, mama and I make the best kind, but I can make that for you another time.” The table goes back to eating as I lean in for some selfish time with Sadie.

“I’m proud of you, you did such an amazing job.”

I rub the back of her exposed neck. She lost the jacket when we sat down and her creamy tan skin is exposed for me to feel up.

“Thank you. I’m excited to see if I get into the nursing program. I really hope my internship will help me get in.”

“You’ll get in, with or without, you’re that amazing.”

“She’s pretty special. I think she’ll get in, hands down,” Mike interrupts. I like how he was listening in on our conversation—damn tool. “I’ve always told her that.” Now I know I hate him, he’s purposefully trying to get under my skin and it’s working. Sadie wasn’t someone I was expecting—never did I want to be a boyfriend, let alone a husband, yet here I am and along with that sudden love comes my insane amount of jealousy.

Maybe I’m deflecting because I know that Sadie can do way better than me, but I don’t give a fuck about that right now, because this man is looking for a one way ticket to a back ally brawl with me if he doesn’t mind his place.

“Yeah, I’m sure you did, man.” I give him as much attitude as I can and the others at the table take notice.

“Sorry, didn’t mean anything by it. Just think she doesn’t give herself enough credit.” Reaching his hand up from under the table I watch in slow fucking motion as he grabs hers and gives it a squeeze. I feel Sadie tense next to me, her body turning into stone.

“Hey, you know it’s getting late and I still need to pack. Baby, why don’t we head home?” Sadie interrupts before I can react, standing and grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair. I look up at her and her brows draw in, begging me with a look to please let this one go.

“Sure. Yeah.” I go against everything in me and walk away—for Sadie. I stand and grab my wallet. Pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills, I place them on the table.

“Thank you everyone for coming and thank you mama and papa, this was perfect.”

Sadie bends to kiss her parents goodbye and I take the moment to say what I need to get off my chest. Bending so only Mike can hear me, my voice lowers. “She’s mine now. Better make sure you understand that.”

“Is that a threat?” He looks affronted and I take pleasure in it.

“Only if you don’t follow it.” With that I turn and give Raydeen a kiss on the cheek and shake Stan’s hand. “Night guys, thank you for bringing us here.”

“Anytime son, we will see you tomorrow for family dinner,” Stan finishes and we say bye to everyone else. I don’t say a word the entire car ride. Instead I spend time in my head punching the smug face off that cocky bastard. He knew what he was doing and he can act as innocent as he wants, but I know a hungry man when I see one—he will never get the chance to satisfy that hunger.

When we walk into the apartment, I go straight into the kitchen and grab myself a beer. Sadie hasn’t said a word in order of preventing a fight. She removes her shoes and heads for the bedroom and I stay put in the kitchen, staring at the wall in a trance.

My phone pulls me from my thoughts and I pull it out of my pocket. Nick’s name flashes on the screen and I answer it quickly.

“Yo, what’s up?”

“Hey, how was the graduation?”

“She did good, I’m proud.”

“Yeah, I bet. I was going to stop by tomorrow and bring Sade a gift, but something came up, so I’ll just give it to her when we meet on the bus.”

“Sounds good.”

“Perfect, that’s not the only reason I called. Big Local Magazine wants to do an interview with you. It’s one of Portland’s mainstream, hip magazines or some shit.” Swallowing another sip of my beer, I hear Sadie in the hall getting something from the closet.

“Sure, sounds good to me. When is that?”

“Tomorrow morning. They can either stop by your place or you can meet them at their corporate office downtown.”

“Send me the address and I’ll be there in the morning, but I got to go.”

“Sure thing, night man.”

“Later.” Ending the call, I go in search of Sadie. Coming into the room, she comes into my line of vision. Sitting in the middle of our bed, with her precious bible laid open in her lap, she reads. Her fingers move over the cross on her neck as she concentrates and I take a moment to watch her.

It may be bullshit to me, but to her it’s everything, and watching her enthralled in something she loves is something I thoroughly enjoy.

“You’re mad?”

She peers up and for a second I think she will agree, but when she shakes her no and shuts her bible, I know I’m in the clear. “No, I understand why that would upset you. I know he’s my ex and there’s history, him saying those things and touching me like that couldn’t have been easy. I mean, I wouldn’t like it if a girl you used to sleep with started touching you.” Coming to stand in front of me, her hands find my belt instantly as her seductive eyes bore into mine. “Do they still come around? Those types of girls.”

I take a sip of my beer, but keep my eyes on her. Her hand slips into my jeans when the belt comes undone and when her small hand grips my growing cock, I growl. “What would you do if they did? You jealous?” The thought alone of her being jealous is a turn on, I want her to fuck me straight, to prove a point that I already know. She’s all I want.

“I am. I can be insecure sometimes, but maybe you can take that away.” Her lips latch on my neck, the wetness of her tongue licking my skin deliciously. Her hand moves up and down my shaft as much as it can with my jeans in the way.

“You don’t have anything, fuck,” I hiss when she circles the tip, spreading my cum around the head. “You’re all I want. I don’t need anyone but you. Tight little pussy, fuck me eyes and that sinful mouth. You aren’t such a goody good anymore, baby. I tainted my little angel, didn’t I?”

“Maybe, maybe I can get a little more bad. You still have so much to teach me, I still haven’t had you in my mouth.” With a blush and a sinful little giggle on her part, I plan to rectify that immediately.

“Oh well, that just won’t do.” Setting my beer on our dresser, I grip her hips and dig my fingers into her flesh. She jumps and wraps her legs around me. Our lips lock, all tongue and biting as I rush us to the bed. She’s still in that sexy little slip dress she wore today, except she lost her bra when she got home and her tight nipples are brushing against my thin shirt.

Laying us down, I break our kiss and flip her over on her stomach. She yelps and her silk dress rides up and my eyes get a glimpse of her new panties. I would be lying if I said it didn’t make my dick twitch to see her in something more risqué, but I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t miss her old style, the innocent boy shorts. Sadie is changing a little day by day, becoming a fucking woman, growing into her own independence.

“Did you get some new panties for me? I lift her dress and expose her entire luscious ass with the tiniest black thong wedged between her smooth cheeks.

She nods, looking over her shoulder, her scent strongly potent, I can smell her arousal from where I stand.

“Fuck, what’s a man gotta do to fuck this ass?” I slap her cheek and watch her ass bounce.

“Ah! I don’t know, anything. Just let me have you.” I could bang on my chest, I feel so high right now.

“You had me a few hours ago.” I wrap one finger around the fabric covering her pussy and move it aside. “You’re still swollen, your cunt is greedy.”

“Ben.” She doesn’t just moan my name, she basically begs for me to fuck her with desperation.

“I think I should slow it down a little, maybe take care of you, make sure you don’t get hurt.” She thrusts back against my finger circling her entrance and the tip slides in. The tight hole squeezes at me, as if wishing for my cock.

“I want to be bad though. I want to be really, really bad,” Sadie cries, fucking the tip of my finger. I finally give her what she wants and thrust my finger inside her snug heat.

“Why?” I ask, ready to hear more.

“Because you’re my husband and I can be your servant. I can worship you like the king in our home and I want you to take everything from me. Use me, Ben.”

“I don’t want to.” I stop my hands and she cries at the loss of my finger. I want gentle tonight. Yeah, me the fucking playboy wants that plain missionary shit. Her dirty side turns me on, but I don’t want her to be this woman just because she thinks it’s what I like.

“Is it me?” she inquires, flipping over and sitting up, her hair a wild mess and her make up smudged from the sweat. “I just thought maybe we could be a little more wild tonight, like you like it.” Grabbing a pillow, she drops her head in shame and I drop to my knees. I swear I need to work on my bedside manner, she’s still extremely inexperienced and the littlest things can seem like rejection.

“No, it’s not that, trust me. I love the dirty talk, I do, but I need you tonight. I need that connection.”

“I like—I love everything with you.” She can see right through me and she catches onto Mike and how he got into my head and fucked me up. The man with nothing but a straight collar made me look bad. I know Sadie picked me and I know her parents accept me, but it still doesn’t mean that she won’t eventually see that I’m not good for her.

Maybe tonight I want to show her a soft side, a worthy side, not just a dirty talking bad boy with a rap sheet of experienced one night stands. “Let’s make tonight our thing, something new. Make me feel like that king you’re talking about.” I lift her off the bed and she follows. Understanding what I need, she smiles, running her hands through my hair.

“Okay.” Grabbing the hem of her dress, I lift it up and off her body in a fluid motion. We don’t speak, instead our hands do the talking. Sadie slides her hands against my warm skin and climbs up my sides, taking my shirt with her. Dropping to my haunches, I keep my eyes up on hers as she looks down at me. Kissing from her knee up one thigh, then back down and up again on the other, I end with an open mouth kiss between her hips just under her belly button.

A shiver runs through her and an inferno burns in my bloodstream. Removing her panties slowly, I slide them down her thighs with a purposeful ease.

She looks beautiful, curvy, petite, small and womanly. Her smell is filling my lungs and I take a drag like the last one of a burned out cigarette.

I kiss my way back up to my full height, giving all the places I can, attention. Her legs, her pubic bone, her defined stomach and each hip bone. We haven’t been together long, but I know her body like the back of my hand. I spent hours on our wedding night memorizing every detail of it.

Switching positions she drops to her knees and finishes removing my jeans and boxer briefs. Once I’m completely naked, she stays there only leaning against the back of her calves. Tracing my thumb across her lips I watch as she smirks, this time it reaches her eyes. Her sweet dimples indent deeper than normal and without words she leans in, kissing the tip of my hard cock.

A low almost painful growl thunders low in my chest as Sadie’s touch nearly brings me to my knees. My hands seize some of her hair as her hands travel up my thighs, waking up every nerve ending on the way, until she holds on to my hips and takes an inch of me into her sweet mouth.

With every force on this damn planet, I restrain from breaching her completely and ramming my cock down her throat. Sadie is exploring and I’m enjoying the expedition thoroughly. With her eyes still on me, she takes another inch and I watch them begin to water.

She gags when I try another inch, but stays strong, rolling her tongue on the underside of my shaft. Using one hand she circles my wide girth and jerks what she can’t fit into her warm mouth. Our eyes stay locked as she switches from bobbing, to holding me halfway in and rubbing her tongue around my length.

I’ve had head, tons of it, but never has it been this raw and incredible. Once again, there’s something sexy about a girl with no experience, especially when she’s my wife.

“I’m gonna fucking come, baby.” My balls grow tight and she starts bobbing her head faster, sucking my cock like she’s paid for it. I match her rhythm and the second I shiver and my balls explode, I release hot stream after hot stream down her willing throat. I groan and she moans, the sensation vibrating against my shaft as I come down from my orgasm.

My eyes are tunneling in and my cock is still rock hard and ready for more, but first I want to return the favor.

“On the bed, angel.” Standing, she wipes her lips on the back of her hand and watching that makes me react. I grab her arm and spin her around, pushing her face first onto the bed.

“Ah! Baby!” She giggles and the sound echoes in the room.

“Ass up.” The lover in me is still there and I plan to look her deep in the eyes while I fuck her gently, but right now is the warm up and I’m going to make it count.

Climbing on her knees, she peers back at me, shaking her little ass like a tease as she bites that lip.

“Don’t throw that thing around begging for it, because you might just get it.” I growl and she laughs knowingly.

“I’m counting on it, ba—oh!” Before her sassy southern drawl can tease me back, I open my mouth and suck that pussy in from the back side, her lips spread wide, her clit playing against my tongue and her sweet arousal traveling down my throat as I fuck her wildly with my mouth.

“Ben, oh my gosh!” Thrusting my pointed tongue in and out of her tight hole, I flick her clit with my finger a few times and I prepare for my shower. Sadie is the only woman I’ve been with that can squirt and believe me, the reality is better than the fantasy.

My girl isn’t just responsive, she’s thankful, showing me as she squirts against my tongue and I drink her in like a fine fucking wine. The warm juices taste sweet and I know it’s from all that fruit she eats—keeping that body ripe for me.

“Wow.”

“Oh no, we ain’t done. Now you’re gonna climb on me and ride my cock, baby. I want you to show me just how much you love me,” I whisper against her skin as I kiss over the curve of her silky ass, leaving hard love bites. I move up the tight, soft skin of her spine and the touch of her skin is already bringing my cock back to life.

I move us so I’m on my back and she’s straddling my cock, her entrance kissing the tip.

“Slowly, you need to go slow,” I remind her as she lets my hands on her hips guide her down my shaft. I slide into her heat and we both lose our fucking breath. My eyes nearly roll back in my fucking head, it feels that good.

“Damn, angel, you know how to make a man go crazy.”

“Only you…” She moans starting to lift again. I watch mesmerized as her lust filled eyes stay focused on me, watching me take pleasure. I don’t let my eyes wander from hers either as my muse and I connect. Our lovemaking is writing the perfect song in my head, I find the words with each thrust and jolt of her body. Her breathing makes the perfect sound, a melody I will accompany my song with.

“Do you know what control you have over me?” I groan, pinching her nipple between my fingers.

“No, why don’t you tell me—oh.” Sitting up I lose my hands in her hair and fuse her lips to mine. Our breathing is heavy and loud as our lips seal without any way for even air to get out.

My arms cross over her back and bare down on her shoulders as I help her thrust up and down, hard and blunt, in very defined movements.

“You’re my deadliest weapon, you bring me to my fucking knees, angel.”

“More!” She moans, our faces inches apart and our thrusts like rolling waves.

“You’re my religion.”

“Oh my God, Ben.” Throwing her head back she comes without a warning, my words boiling her to a burn.

“Oh yeah, there it is.” I hold her shoulder blades as she reaches back and grabs my legs, riding out her orgasm. I watch our connection, where her lips drag along my cock, then back to her face, torn between which is turning me on more.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I’m chasing my orgasm as hers settles and pulses around me.

“You have to pull out, I’m ovulating.” We had to do this earlier and it sucks, but I sure as hell don’t want to get her pregnant. Growling, I flip us. Towering over her I pull out right as I explode, unleashing ropes of white come all over her little stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She watches mesmerized and I focus on my orgasm.

Welcome home.

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