Chapter 5 #2
Her body arches up off the cushions, her walls fluttering and pulsing around my fingers. Best of all, a cry rips from her throat as she gives herself over to the feeling. Her very first orgasm.
Beautiful. Raw. Mine.
I ease her through it, licking softer, touching lighter until she’s trembling and boneless in my grip.
Pulling back, I wipe my chin and grin up at her blissed-out face. “Not bad for your first time, little filly.”
Her eyes are closed, her head shaking back and forth as she works to process the rush of everything she just experienced. And if I have my way, it’s only the start.
“That was… I think I saw stars.”
“Best damn orgasm of your life, huh?”
She laughs and reaches for me, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me up for a kiss. She hesitates momentarily and then moans as she tastes herself on my lips and draws me in deeper.
Fire roars through me, my cock so hard I’m sure it’ll rip through my jeans, but as much as I want to drive deep inside that sweet pussy, I force myself to be a gentleman and pull back, giving her space to breathe.
At least for now.
I shift over on the couch next to her and pull her against my chest, one arm locked around her like she’s always belonged right there, without question.
She fits perfectly. Warm, soft, and relaxed in a way that tells me she feels it, too. But there’s more to it. There’s an electricity between us that I’m not ready to let go of yet.
“Well?”
She tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes glazed and lips curved into the cutest, dazed smile I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t think I even need to ask if it lived up to the hype.”
She laughs. I swear to God, it’s the sweetest fucking sound in the world. “No.”
“No?” I pull back in shock. There’s no fucking way.
I felt the way she exploded all over my tongue. Tasted her sweet cream. Felt every vibration in her body as she lost control for the first time.
For me.
Maisy slips out from under my arms and crawls over me, so she’s straddling my lap.
Damn. What did I say about confidence being sexy?
My cock throbs with need for my wife. And when she drops herself down, grinding her pussy against my denim-clad crotch, I’m totally lost to her.
“I think,” she kisses me, sucking my lip between her teeth, “I need,” she traces one finger down my chest, teasing the heated skin beneath the buttons, “the full experience to make a proper judgment.”
A growl rumbles from my chest. My hands clamp onto her hips, stilling her. If she keeps grinding on my cock like that, I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions.
“You want the full experience, do you, wifey?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, but only for a second, the only indication that she’s maybe not quite as confident as she’s trying to be. And she nods.
“Tell me,” I command. I slide one hand up, between her full tits, up the curve of her neck to hold her under the chin. She trembles at my touch. Her breath is coming in sharp pants. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Her eyes lock on mine. “I want my big, sexy, cowboy husband to give me an orgasm with…” Her hand slips down, cupping the throbbing bulge between us. “This.”
“Giddy up, sweetheart.”
Maisey
Who even am I?
Only a few hours ago, I was a broke college graduate with mountains of debt and no prospects. And now…
Holy shit.
I don’t even recognize myself, but at this moment, with the sexiest man I’d ever seen, let alone been with, I didn’t need to recognize myself.
At least not my old self.
Because I was enjoying this new, married version of myself.
Quite a bit, thank you very much.
And after that toe-curling, mind-bending explosion that just ripped through my body, I intended to take full advantage of my husband.
Even if it wasn’t real.
At least for tonight…it was.
So, I channel all of the confidence that Travis somehow seems to think I have and say, “I want my big, sexy, cowboy husband to give me an orgasm with…” I slide my hand down his impossibly ripped chest to his…oh, my God. There is no way. He’s huge. I swallow hard and look him in the eye. “This.”
The look on his face is positively feral as he pulls my mouth down to his and kisses me.
No.
He absolutely devours me.
“Little filly, you want to come with my cock stuffed inside your sweet little pussy?” His voice is gruff against my ear, sending shockwaves all the way through me. He nips and sucks, pulling moans from me while he waits for his answer.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck. Yes.”
The next moment, he’s standing, and I’m wrapped around his waist as he carries me through the massive hotel suite. He lifts me as if I weigh nothing. His hands grip my ass, his mouth back on my lips.
I have no idea how he finds the bedroom in this place, but the next thing I know, he’s dropping me back on a plush king-size bed.
Travis stands over me and shakes his head.
He reaches for his own shirt while he watches me, starting to work through the buttons, slowly revealing the hard abs he’s been hiding.
“That dress has got to go.”
“Hey.” I prop myself up on my elbows and stare at him. “What’s wrong with my dress?”
He tugs his shirt off and tosses it on the floor behind him. “It’s covering up your body, sweetheart,” he says as he dives onto the bed and immediately finds the hem of my dress. “And I want to see every bit of my wife when I make her scream for the second time.”
I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress up and off me.
“And then the third.”
He reaches for that giant, gold belt buckle that reminds me again he’s some kind of big deal.
“And then again and again…”
I don’t have time to dwell on that particular line of thought because then his belt is off, he’s pulling his zipper down, and there is a completely different kind of big deal I’m focusing on.
My eyes pop open, mouth dropping at the sight of his massive cock springing free. It’s long, thick, and the tip is glistening with precum.
I’ve only ever seen one other dick, and Carter’s might as well have been non-existent compared to this beast Travis has between his legs.
Holy. Hell.
“Like what you see, wifey?” Travis strokes himself. His slow, sexy grin widens as he kicks his jeans and boots off completely. Naked now, he’s all rippling muscle and cowboy swagger, a god of a man like I’ve never seen before.
“You’re…” I lick my lips, cheeks burning. “It’s huge, Travis. Be careful?”
His lips twitch up in a knowing smile as he fists his massive dick, stroking the length of it while I watch, my mouth watering in anticipation.
“Sweetheart, I promise you, you’ll take every inch in that sweet little pussy.”
His words send a fresh rush of heat between my legs. And then he’s on the bed, crawling over me, caging me in with those powerful arms. “I’ll go slow.” One hand finds my breast, cupping and squeezing as his thumb teases my overly sensitive nipple.
I arch up off the bed, trying to press into him. My body is still buzzing from orgasm number one, but I need more.
“Travis…” I whisper, hands roaming over his back tentatively, nails grazing the hard ridges of his muscles.
He notches his blunt tip between my legs, rubbing through the slick folds, and I groan. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“You.” I don’t hesitate. “I want you. Inside me. Please.”
“Fuck yeah, you do.” He pushes in slow, so slow, stretching me open with his girth inch by inch. I gasp and clutch his shoulders, my heels pressing into the bed, searching for purchase. “Breathe, Maisey.” His words are clipped, only barely controlled, like he’s trying to keep himself in check.
I work hard to relax my body enough to take all of him; the pressure of him filling me up feels both impossible and incredible.
He pauses, stopping to kiss my neck and make me groan in a different way. The sensitive spot under my ear sends ripples of fire to my pussy, and when he pinches my nipple, I cry out with the overload of sensation.
“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “First real cock this pussy has ever had. The only one that matters. Mine.”
The possessiveness in his words sends me into a pleasure spiral; even though my brain knows none of this is real, my body doesn’t. And I’m more than happy with that.
I nod, panting and ready for more.
I lift my hips in an invitation. “More,” I say. “Don’t stop.”
With a growl, he thrusts forward, sinking deep. So deep, he bottoms out, filling me completely and pushing all the air from my lungs.
I fight for breath and to let my body adjust to the fullness of him owning me in this way. After what feels like forever, I relax into the moment, and a low, guttural moan slips from my lips.
“Goddamn, Maisey. You feel so fucking good, squeezing my cock like this.” He moves, slow at first, giving me a chance to adjust to him. With each thrust, I cry out, but soon my body is demanding more.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “I’ve never…I need…” I rock my hips up, desperately trying to chase the feeling that’s building low in my belly again.
He rears up, hooking my knees over his elbows, giving him a different, much deeper angle. He keeps his thrusts slow and controlled, stoking a fire deep inside me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel any more possessed and claimed than I already did.
“You need more?”
I can do little more than moan.
“You ready to come for me again?”
Once more, I moan.
“Mm-hmm.” He captures my lips in a hungry kiss. “That’s what I thought.”
And then he’s moving, thrusting hard and fast, pounding into a magical spot inside me that instantly has me seeing stars. Sweat slicks us, the bed bouncing with every thrust.
“I’m going to make you scream for me, wifey. Scream out my name when you come on your husband’s big, fat cock.”
His dirty words almost make me come on the spot.
But when his thumb finds my clit, circling and pressing the sensitive nub, the pressure builds in a flash.
My second orgasm hits like lightning. My pussy walls clamp down on his massive length, my vision blurring as I shatter around him, but he never stops thrusting.
I can’t stop myself from crying out my release.
“Fuck yes. Milk it, sweetheart.” I’m still trembling as he pulls out, flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach and yanking my hips up high. “Just like that, beautiful,” he says. “We’re not done yet.”
He kneels behind me, that massive tip teasing me again before slamming deep inside with one thrust, stretching me even fuller from this angle. I yelp and clutch at the sheets to keep hold before instinctively pushing back into him.
I’ve never done this before. Every part of this is new, amazing, and completely overwhelming.
He has my hips in a bruising grip now, pounding into me relentlessly. Each thrust is deeper and harder than the last, making the headboard bang against the wall.
“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart. Like my cock was made for your pussy.” His hand slides around, finding my clit. I cry out from the touch, already so sensitive I don’t know how much more I can take. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
He rubs my clit in tight circles while he fucks me, his massive cock dragging across every ridge inside me. I’m moaning nonstop, completely lost in the overwhelm of sensations that are flooding all my senses.
“It’s too much,” I moan. “I can’t…I…”
“You can, sweetheart, and you will.” He pinches my nipple with his free hand, and I cry out. “I told you I wanted you to scream my name when you come.”
“Ohhh…I…”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Third time, baby.” He spanks my ass lightly, the unexpected sting tipping me over the edge. I shatter hard, screaming out his name, my walls convulsing and clenching uncontrollably around him.
I’m still crying out my pleasure when he roars behind me, driving himself deep. With both hands on my hips, he holds me in place while his cock floods my pussy with hot, unending pulses, filling me up completely.
When he’s finally done, he collapses over me, still inside, both of us panting. He eases out slowly and gathers me against his chest as we roll to our sides, breathless and slick with sweat. His arms hold me tight, our legs tangled.
“Three,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
“That was…” I shake my head and nestle back into his chest, savoring his warmth.
“Didn’t know what you were missing, huh?” He chuckles. “You’re absolutely glowing, Maisey.”
“That was…unreal.” I don’t want to think about later, tomorrow, or even the ring that is currently on my left hand.
Because now I have a new problem. Not only do I now know exactly what I’ve been missing by never having an orgasm, but I’m also afraid that the cowboy I’ve accidentally married may have completely ruined me for any other man. Ever.
I spin in Travis’s arms, so I’m facing him. He brushes a lock of hair off my cheek and kisses me gently.
I may have to deal with reality and the consequences of my actions in the morning. But for a few more hours, it’s just the two of us. And after all, it is our wedding night.