Mick

I have her naked, splayed across the bed for my eyes only, and I’m doing my best to contain myself. I want to possess her in every way imaginable. I’ve longed for this moment, but I have to go slow.

“I want to devour every ounce of sweetness from your pussy. Spread your thighs wider, show me it all.” I climb between her legs, my face rubbing against her mound to breathe her in. The scent of her sweet pussy is addictive. I grab her inner thighs and part them wider, holding them open. I love the way she moans as my tongue hits her sensitive clit. Fuck, she tastes incredible. She digs her hands into my hair, tugging on it as I lick her faster, thrusting my tongue into her pussy. My princess bucks her hips, then her juices coat mouth and chin as she comes for me.

“That’s it, ride my face,” I groan out as she fucks my mouth. My cock is dripping cum onto the bed. I need to be inside her and filling her with my seed. If she’s pregnant, no one can tear us apart. I want to see her swell with my baby and it’s going to happen.

I continue to eat her out, bringing her back to the edge. “I could eat your pussy all day, but I need to be in you.” I suck her breast into my mouth as I line up my cock at her soaking wet slit. I bite down, then pump my hips forward, pushing through her virgin womb.

She tightens, then freezes, nearly forcing me out of her pussy. I lean down and steal her breathy cry, kissing her passionately. “Sorry, Princess.”

“Wow, that stung like a bitch, but the feeling is better already,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around my hips.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” I promise, wrapping my lips around hers. I thrust into her, fucking every inch deep into her womb. Her pussy strokes my cock as her walls clench. I’m doing my best to hold strong and not come too soon. I want her with me. “Morgan, tell me what you need.”

“Harder,” she moans, clawing on my back. I grab her by her hair and slam my mouth onto her as I fuck her deep and fast. “Fuck, I’m coming,” she screams into my mouth. I bend down and suck on her breasts while dominating her with my thrusts. I’ve lost all control to think straight as her pussy holds on to my cock squeezing my load out of me. I roar out her name until I’ve emptied every last drop into her tiny womb. I know I’ve done some damage. She’s going to need some serious rest after this, but fuck, I’m still hard. I can feel my dick pulsing inside of her as he readies for round two.

“Um…can we do that again?” she asks shyly while she flexes her pussy around my shaft.

“Fuck yeah,” I agree vehemently, sliding in and out her tight womb. Nothing but the sounds of our flesh play in my ears. I feel every bead of sweat on our bodies as we grind together. I’m addicted, and I know it. I clasp our hands together, then lift them over her head, digging deep into her with every fucking stroke.

Her cunt is so wet that I can feel it on my balls. I want to unload every ounce of my cum into her womb. “That’s it. I can feel your pussy begging to be taken rough. Damn, you’re creaming right now. I love you so damn much. Come for me again, princess.”

I move both of her hands to one of mine, then creep my fingers down her body, skimming her hard, sensitive nipples all the way down to her mound. I press my thumb to her clit, massaging it as I take long steady strokes inside of her. My mouth comes down on her breasts, taking turns sucking on her tender flesh until she’s screaming my name. Like a call to action, I come from hearing my name.

Totally wiped out, I fall to the side of her leaving my treasured warmth. I snake my arm around her and pull her onto me. “Thank you,” I whisper.

~~~~~

It’s after two in the morning when I wake to find Morgan staring at me. She’s beautiful and everything that’s amazing. I kiss her, then get off the bed. After a quick bathroom break, I grab a little box from my duffle and sit on the bed. She’s only using a sheet to cover up her sexy, thoroughly-fucked body. I take her hand and pull her to my side.

“Ready again?” she asks, dropping the sheet. I close my eyes and take a deep breath because I have to do this before I lose my nerve.

I hold her hand, then utter, “Marry me, Morgan.” I slide my grandmother’s ring on her finger before she can say anything.

She looks down at it and her mouth parts so prettily, fucked up thoughts come into my head and my dick jerks with anticipation. “Oh my goodness. It’s beautiful, Ewan,” she exclaims.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“Duh. You slid the ring on before I got to respond. Besides, I’ve wanted to be your wife since my birthday party.” She threw her arms around me and practically tackled me onto the bed. “Maybe we can sneak down and do it before we go.”

“You were thinking the same thing I was.”

“But we don’t have a marriage license. We didn’t get one like Boomer and Crystal did.”

“You didn’t…but I did.” I got up and went through my bag. All it needed was her signature. “If you’d sign here, we can head over to the nearest chapel whenever you’re ready.

She squeals out, “Give me an hour.”

She tries to get up, but I halt her movements, gripping her arms, then with all seriousness, I urge, “What about your brothers?”

Her face twists with a concern. “Oh shit. They’re going to be pissed when they find out.”

“Should we wait?” I ask her. I’ll go with her lead. I’ll do anything she wants.

With a shake of her head and a scrunch of her pretty nose, she replies, “No. Unless you wanted to have your parents here.”

“No, they can’t come for another month and fuck if I’m going to wait that long. You could change your mind during that time.”

She jabs me in the chest with her pretty pink nails. “Buster, I don’t think so. You’re just using it as an excuse to marry me right away.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Nope. Let’s get to it.” She hops off the bed completely naked. I’m hard just watching her walk to the bathroom. She’s having a hard time moving smoothly, I proudly think. I grab some things to wear and stuff them into a duffle. I planned on wearing my family colors for a special occasion, and there’s nothing more special than marrying Morgan. I’ll change once we get to the chapel.

“I have to stop down in my room to change,” she calls out from the bathroom.

“Cool. I need to shower first.” I walk into the bathroom, giving her a wink and smirk. “Care to join me?”

“Yes, please.” I close the bathroom door and let the fun begin.