Chapter Seven
Morgan woke up and at first, she didn’t know where she was, and the arm around her waist startled her. Her first instinct was to throw it off, but then she remembered Carver, her husband.
After their long bath last night, he helped her out of the tub and dried her, rubbing her body all over with a towel. Once she was dry, he’d dried himself and then gone hunting for some food. He returned quickly with a plate filled with random cheeses, hams, some bread, and pickles.
She’d never been allowed food in her room, so she never experienced eating food in her bed, and it was a whole new sense of enjoyment. Another way of her breaking away from her parents and living her own life.
Carver had fed her some cheeses and ham, each of which was delightful. The only one she couldn’t eat was the blue cheese. That had been a little too strong for her, and she hated to admit it, but all she’d tasted was mold. Carver loved it, so he’d enjoyed several slices.
He took the plate away after they were finished, and Morgan laid back on the bed, waiting for him to return. She’d been so sleepy. At some point, she must have fallen asleep, as she’d woken up to Carver sliding in beside her, putting an arm across her waist, and pulling her against him. She’d been tempted to protest but didn’t know why. Carver’s arms around her felt amazing.
Now, as she woke up to the weight of his arm, she didn’t want him to stop. This was home. This felt safe. She loved it when Carver touched her. He ran a hand down the curve of her body, and she let out a little moan, enjoying each sensation as he explored her body.
“You’re awake,” she said.
“Of course I’m awake. I’m next to a beautiful woman.” He kissed her shoulder, and she finally turned her head to look at him, and she couldn’t help but smile.
The hand at her hip moved around and he touched her stomach. She somehow managed to hold in her gasp, especially as he slowly stroked toward her pussy. Morgan wanted to spread her legs, to invite him inside her, but she also didn’t know if he’d like that. Would he consider her being too forward?
“Spread them,” he said.
She loved it when he commanded her to do things. Without argument she spread her legs wide for him. He pressed his palm against her pussy, and the warmth of his hand made her gasp.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He slid a single finger through her slit, and she cried out as he touched her clit. “You’re so sensitive.”
“Please,” she said.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
He circled her clit with his fingers and pushed the sheet off her body. There was a strong temptation to cover her body, but something held her back.
“Good girl,” Carver said, and she could only assume it was because she didn’t try to hide her body.
He kissed her shoulder, but then he trailed his lips down, going toward her breasts. Her whole body felt awake, alive, and so sensitive at the same time.
Carver stopped teasing her clit and moved down, as if he was going to press his fingers inside her, but he stopped himself, only circling her entrance before returning to her clit. Back and forth he stroked over her clit, and she cried out his name, not wanting him to stop, the sensations so strong, acute, and so instant. Her body felt attuned to him.
“That’s it, baby, I want you to come for me,” he said.
Her body belonged to him, and whatever he said, she was nothing more than a conduit to him.
She came hard, and his name spilled from her lips, and she erupted the sound into the air. Her orgasm completely distracted her, and she couldn’t think nor focus, all she could do was be.
“That’s it, Morgan,” he said.
He brought her down from her orgasm, so expertly. She was pretty sure he knew her body even better than she did. She looked at him as he sat up, and she quickly grabbed his wrist, the one between her thighs.
“Make love to me,” she said. “Make me your wife.” She didn’t want to wait around anymore. It was driving her crazy, because she finally wanted to be his wife truly. Also, she wanted to have sex with her husband.
“Morgan!”
“I want you. Don’t you want me? Don’t you want me to be your wife?” she asked.
She hadn’t really thought of that being a reason. Considering he had the opportunity to turn her and her parents down, it surprised her that he would do something he didn’t want to do.
“Yes, I do,” he said.
“Then make love to me.”
“Do you know what you’re asking me to do?”
“Yes!”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care. Even if we wait, it’s still going to hurt. It doesn’t matter how long we wait, it is going to hurt. It always does for a woman. Well, I assume it’s that way for women.”
He took possession of her lips. “I don’t give a fuck what it is like for other women.”
“Then know that I want you, Carver. I don’t want to wait for another time. I know it is going to hurt, but I want to be your wife. I want to experience making love to you, sex, and I want to give you the same pleasure you give me.”
She couldn’t even believe she was having this conversation with him. It made no sense to her. Sex was something all men wanted.
And she waited for Carver’s rejection.
Only, he leaned in close and then kissed her.
“Fine.”
She had expected him to argue with her a little more, but she was so damn pleased he had seen reason.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he said.
“I don’t want you to die, but I do want to give you a reason to live.” She offered him a smile, to which he chuckled.
He moved her into the center of the bed. Morgan couldn’t help but look down, and she saw the length of his cock, already hard and proud. Yes, he was big, she had no doubt about it. She’d felt him against her a few times now.
She had heard random conversations between wives and mistresses about the size of men’s penises. It always fascinated how different the two groups of women talked. The mistresses always had a different experience than the wives. But then, most of the marriages were not based on love or lust. They were based on wealth and power. They didn’t marry for love.
There was certainly not a lot of lust in a relationship. The only reason her parents’ marriage worked was because they both had a thirst for … pain. Her mother liked to see other women in pain. Even her brother enjoyed seeing women suffer. Not her. She had hated every moment of it.
Pushing that bad shit out of her mind, she focused on Carver. He moved between her spread legs, and she knew this was going to be it. She was finally going to be his wife.
She watched as he reached down, holding onto his cock, and he got into position. The tip of his cock touched her clit, and she cried out, arching her back. There was such pleasure there, that it distracted her from the panic she was about to feel. Although she wanted to be his wife in every sense of the word, she was also a little afraid of the pain.
She hadn’t lied, though. The pain she felt now was not going to change what she would feel. She didn’t see the point in prolonging it.
He bumped her clit a few more times, and then he slid down and paused at her entrance.
She stared into his dark blue eyes. These eyes filled her with safety, security, and comfort. Yet, the same eyes filled others with fear and dread. How different everyone was.
She would never know fear when it came to her husband. Yet, others were going to know what kind of beast he truly was.
This man would never be her beast. He was her man, her husband.
He slammed forward, and she knew it was going to be the only time he caused her any pain.
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Carver stared down at his wife. He’d already taken her virginity, washed her, changed the bed, and hated himself for causing her so much pain.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
There was a soft smile on her face. Damn, she was so beautiful, and he knew he could watch her forever. He didn’t know how he’d gotten to be so fucking lucky.
“I promised that anyone who hurt you would pay the price. I will have to kill myself,” he said.
“Stop it.” She lifted up and pressed her hand down on his chest, pushing him back to the bed. “Yes, it hurt, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise, but the pain didn’t last. And! And! You waited. You didn’t keep going and just get it over with. You waited until I was ready, and you were so sweet and so kind.”
“I’m not a sweet and kind man.”
“I know. You’re not with everyone else, but I have a feeling I’m going to be your exception.” With that, she leaned in and kissed him.
He loved that she wasn’t afraid to talk to him, to be with him. Running his hand down her back, he grabbed hold of her waist, and she let out a scream but didn’t fight him, as he moved her in place to straddle him. His cock was rock hard again. One time with Morgan, and he was ready for round two, possibly even round three.
He watched as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, like she was offering her body to him.
Carver already held her at the hips, and then he slowly stroked his way up her body to cup her full, ripe tits. He held them in his palm. She opened her eyes and then closed them, her face turning into a moan, at the same time she released one.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
She let out a moan and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself, but he was finding it difficult. He wanted to press her to the bed, spread her legs, and fuck her hard. To feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. Hearing her scream that first time, he’d nearly lost his erection. Morgan in pain did not arouse him. All he wanted to do was take care of her.
He didn’t want her to feel any pain. She’d already felt too much in her short life.
Rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, he watched as her eyes closed, and then she released a little moan.
“Do you want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He’d come to notice she loved it when he talked dirty to her, or when he gave her an instruction. Letting go of her tits, he reached between them, guiding her over his dick. He lined the tip up against her entrance and then told her to take over.
Morgan frowned, but he didn’t allow her to sit on his length.
She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his length. He had no choice but to grit his teeth because the pleasure he felt from her holding his cock was intense.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Put me inside you,” he said.
He gripped her hip, and began to lower her down onto his length, inch by glorious inch, and she released a little moan as she did so. The sound was so freaking sexy. He felt her tight cunt as she swallowed his cock. For a second, he had no choice but to close his eyes, as the sensations were so intense he was tempted to come right there and then. But he was the one in control of his body. Morgan wasn’t ready for his cum just yet, but there would be time.
He clenched his hands into fists and waited.
Slowly, she took him deep inside her cunt, and then he held onto her hips and pulled her down onto him the last few inches. She had already moved her hand out of the way. They both moaned together.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re wet. Do you like being on my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, fuck me.”
She opened her eyes and released a gasp.
Morgan put her hands on his chest and then began to lower herself up and down onto his length. Carver knew he hadn’t thought this through. Her tight pussy, watching her tits bounce, and just being with Morgan was a fucking sex dream in the flesh.
This woman was fucking everything. It was like someone had been paying attention to his dreams and wishes and had finally granted him a woman just for him. He wanted to take over so badly, but at the same time, he loved watching Morgan as she worked her tight cunt over his dick.
Carver was already close to erupting, but he somehow managed to hold onto it. Gritting his teeth, he watched her, feeling her body as she moved over him. She began slowly, working her pussy onto his length, sliding up and down over his dick.
He glanced down, seeing how wet his cock was, glistening from her own arousal. He’d already filled her with his cum once, and he was going to do so again. Again, he gritted his teeth, and when he couldn’t take it another moment, he grabbed her, spinning her to the bed, and holding her in place as he fucked her. He stared into her eyes, making sure he didn’t cause her any pain. He wanted Morgan to be out of her mind with pleasure.
Driving in hard and deep, he watched her, knowing this woman was his. He would never let her go. She was going to belong to him forever. Morgan was his wife.
She opened her eyes, and he thrust inside her one final time and came, spilling his cum within her, every drop.