Chapter 7 – Cody
Chapter Seven
Cody
I’ll do anything to put off causing Shay pain tonight.
Hearing that she has a baby, yet never experienced one of life’s most natural pleasures bothers me to my core.
I know what it’s like to be celibate – to do without a woman’s touch, or any type of sexual release.
The ache I feel is mostly voluntary. But Shay clearly has experienced nothing but being used.
I hate it. I hate myself for being a part of her pain.
I paid this woman to be my wife and she expects me to use her as a sex slave tonight.
My cock jumps in my pants again.
The truth of my situation isn’t what she thinks.
I am a monster. But not in the way Shay expects me to be.
I lift her dress slowly, exposing her calves and curvaceous thighs until I get to her black cotton underwear, firmly cinched in place by the creases of her thighs.
Fabric bunches up between her ass cheeks and as I expose her tight little panties, I can smell her pussy – and Shay’s scent gets my dick rock hard.
My mouth waters at the sight of Shay’s panties, stuck between her thigh creases with plenty of fabric bunched up between those juicy lower lips.
It’s been a long time since I had any release for myself, but even longer since I stuck my tongue inside a dripping peach like this one.
Shay hesitates and looks down at me with some confusion.
I run my finger along the outside of Shay’s mound slowly.
She draws in a slow breath that shudders and spreads throughout her torso.
I reach my fingers into the waistband of her underwear as it clings to her flesh.
If she’s nervous, she doesn’t understand how this makes me feel.
I unwrap the juicy peach beneath the fabric, taking it slowly and peeling the cotton away from Shay’s slick flesh.
My cock stiffens and nearly bursts through my pants as the first few strands of Shay’s body hair come into view.
She has a thin layer of hair in an untamed v-shape around her mound.
Natural. Dark-skinned. Plus-sized. And furry down there…
I have to swallow my spit to stop the drool from sliding down the sides of my lips.
I want to lick and suck this woman until I can’t breathe anymore.
I press my nose against Shay’s mound, unashamed of my desire to inhale every ounce of her scent until it intoxicates me.
Shay squirms uncomfortably, held in place only by my firm, domineering palms as I pull my head away slightly and kiss the top of Shay’s little patch of fur.
I know she’s wet where her lips split her open.
Slowly I kiss my way down the top of her mound until I get to the top of Shay’s puffy lower lips.
My tongue juts out, splitting her open and rubbing against Shay’s slickened clit for the first time.
The noise that comes out of her is pure surprise.
It’s not quite a moan, but a little yelp.
I grip her ass cheeks more firmly. Shay’s ass cheeks fill in my hands and her flesh spreads around my fingers as I draw her closer to my face.
My tongue swirls around her clit in a smooth circle as I suckle on the nub and indulge myself in the first delicious flavors from Shay’s natural cunt.
Her reluctance lingers as I run my tongue down the full length of her slit, stopping just short of her very tempting back door.
I take my tongue along the same way it came, leaving a wet trail of spit along Shay’s exposed pussy until my mouth returns to her clit.
Her shocked yelps morph slowly into low, lusty moans that she desperately tries to stifle as I work up a slow pace of pleasuring her clit and tasting every inch of Shay’s lower lips.
My wife. She’s my wife to take as I please.
The thoughts grow louder and more obsessive as my tongue slides between every crevice and Shay moans more noisily.
I squeeze her thighs and focus my attention on her clit as she gets close.
The restraint disappears as Shay’s moans get louder.
I make it harder on her by throwing one of her legs over my shoulder, letting the weight of her fluffy thighs sink into mine as I spread her open wider and focus my tongue on her clit.
Juices run down her thighs in such abundance, I know Shay will cum soon…
With her soft pussy wide and exposed, I run a finger along the outside of her lower lips and keep my tongue on Shay’s clit while I slowly rub her entrance and slide my finger past her tight opening.
My stomach drops when I have to thrust my index finger inside Shay and getting into her isn’t as easy as I expected, even while she’s dripping wet.
She’s tight. Extremely tight. Her pussy grips my finger so hard that I almost feel like it could pop off.
I shudder as I withdraw slowly and flick my tongue across Shay’s clit as I thrust back inside her.
It’s enough to push her over the edge and my heart pounds with new terror as Shay loses control of her body and I have to steady her while she rides out a climax.
The intensity of the pleasure waves as I fuck her with my fingers and tongue get too intense for Shay to handle. She shoves my body away from hers, knocking me away and nearly stumbling over onto my bed. I obey her wishes and let her stumble towards whatever freedom she hopes to find.
I clean my face with my tongue, keeping my eyes on the exposed, dripping woman in front of me that I have every intention of spilling my seed into tonight.
Although this will be even worse than I thought.
She’s too tight.
It won’t work.
Shay looks over at me with confusion. I feel like enough of a monster as it is, but the fear in her eyes as I rise to my feet only makes that feeling worse. She’s never had this before, I remind myself. I can go easy on her…
I’ll have to at this point, or she’ll run. Just because she signed a contract doesn’t mean she can’t bolt.
When I’m close enough to Shay again, I guide her to sit on the bed and kneel between her legs.
Her thighs hug my biceps and shoulders. Everything about this woman is so soft and warm.
My cock wants her. Even my desire to eat her rises away.
Her eyes flicker with terror again as my gaze drops instinctively to the dripping peach between her thighs.
I touch the top of Shay’s thighs.
“Did that scare you?”
“Yes,” she responds. “I didn’t know–”
My breath catches. It feels like the whole world stops as I wait for a single crumb of Shay’s approval. Is it pathetic that I want my wife to like me? To think that I have some talent in the bedroom?
“I didn’t know I could feel that good with a man.”
Pride swells in my chest, pushing at the edges of my ego, turning me into a dangerous and more primal version of myself. I can’t stop myself now. Even if I do hurt her. I’ll hold her down until the hurt is done and then… I’ll make it up to her with my tongue.