Chapter 8
Roman
Ikick the door to our hotel suite shut with such force, the moose head mounted over the fireplace gives way and comes crashing to the stone hearth with a boom.
“Jesus!” Emily’s grip around the back of my neck tightens, and she tucks her face against my chest.
“I don’t want him watching me fuck you for the first time anyway. He’s better face down. Just like I’m going to have you.”
I’m in physical pain from the waist down, knowing the time is here.
Finally, fucking, here.
I’m going to fuck my wife. Breed her like a mare in season and leave her with no fucking doubt who she belongs to for the rest of her life.
“You scared, baby?” I’ve got my arms wrapped around her back, her legs hanging over my forearm. I carried her from the truck, through the hotel lobby, while onlookers hooted and hollered.
I left Carrie, Casey, and my truck behind.
My only focus was getting my dick inside my wife for the first time.
“No.” Emily shakes her head, her dark waves cascading around her blushed cheeks. “But for some reason, I’m scared you’re not gonna do it. Like…it’s PTSD from being turned down so many times.”
“Fuck that.” I reach up, remove my hat, and put it on her head, holding her on my hip like a little girl.
Her smile lights me up as blood rushes south, and I grunt and tug and curse as I set her on her little feet, then clumsily undress her, learning what a pain in the ass a corset can be to remove.
I slide the skirt down her legs, falling to my knees as I do, so that I have to gaze up at my bride when I’ve got her naked except for her boots and my hat.
“You’re mine.” I nearly choke, emotions knotting inside me in places I didn’t realize could be knotted.
Her hands cup my cheeks, her tits at eye level. “And you’re mine. But, please, don’t make me wait.”
Her sweetness turns to petulance in a blink, stomping her feet like a toddler.
I push to my feet and kiss her, solid and strong, while her hands work off my clothes. Then I walk us together, backwards, into the bedroom of the suite, toward the bed, which I had the staff strip of everything except white sheets. It’s like an altar, ready and waiting for this moment.
“I’m the luckiest man on this planet,” I tell her as I grip her soft waist and ease her back on the bed, kicking off my boots before reaching down and pulling off hers.
She grins, takes off my hat, and tosses it across the room to land on the couch. “Don’t want it to get squished,” she says on a shrug.
Those are the last things on our bodies, leaving us naked as she scoots back until her head is on the pillows.
I crawl to her on the mattress, covering her body with mine, her legs apart, and her slickness glistening.
With a groan, I pinch her flesh in my teeth on my way up her thighs, landing a kiss on the apex of her pussy, lapping for a moment at her clit before she moans, and her fingernails claw at my shoulders.
“As much of a grand master you are at eating my pussy, cowboy, it’s that dick I need right now.”
“’lil Kicker, I’ll eat this cunt every day for the rest of my life.
Shit, it might be the only meal I need from now until Kingdom Come.
But right now, my dick has other ideas. Truth is, I had a lot planned for us, and some of it might make you question my sanity, but if I don’t get my cock inside that tight hole and a baby in that belly, my balls might just burst from all the cum they’ve been storing up just for you. ”
She giggles as I brace my arms on either side of her hips, looking down at the monster between my legs, and a sudden burst of fear blinds me.
“What if I hurt you?” My greatest fear comes to the surface.
My Emily. Hurt by me. My temper. My actions.
My cock…
I brace my hands on her knees, my bobbing cock purple with pressure, the tip seeping continuous drops of pre-cum down the swollen tip.
I can’t look away from the beauty of her open, slick folds. The urge to shove myself home is like an animal tearing at me from the inside.
“Fuck me, husband. I’ve been wet, willing, and ready for so long.”
I’m fascinated by this girl. I have been since my first memories of her, and I’m in physical pain keeping myself from touching her. The creamy succulence of her flesh is a buffet I want to feast upon for the rest of my days.
“Just the tip.” I do a mental compromise, knowing once this throbbing thing between my legs touches that pink heaven between her legs, I’ll lose control.
“Just the tip,” she repeats in a breathy whisper as she pulls at my arms until I’m covering her.
We’re face to face as I reach down and notch my unnatural size at her small opening.
I’m frozen in place, taking in the moment. The beauty that’s offered to me.
“I’ve waited for this my whole life,” I start, shaking and running a hand over her chest, my palm resting on where I feel her heart beating.
Her ankles wrap around the backs of my thighs as I push myself forward, gasping when that wet heat connects to my flesh.
“You’re the peace my soul needs. The thing that keeps me up at night, that keeps me going. ”
“And you keep me up at night. The pain and ache I can’t stop because I need you. I need you, Daddy. Please, I’m so tired of hurting and wanting. Make it stop.”
Those round blue eyes plead, and I wrap a hand around her throat, instinct taking me as her warmth radiates up my cock, sweat starting to seep down my spine, every muscle quivering from the effort of holding back. She cocks her hips, her impossibly tight opening flexing and tugging at me.
“Daddy, please,” she whines in a soft, young voice that makes any remaining civilized thoughts run for the hills. “I’ve waited for you like a good girl.”
I can’t take any more.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I rasp, her taut nipples against my chest as I stamp my mouth down on hers, her soft, warm breath on my lips as I give her my tongue and my cock in one furious, manic motion.
“Open those pretty legs as wide as they’ll go.
You’re getting Daddy’s dick like you’ve always wanted, so no whining about how it hurts now. ”
I make a sound I don’t recognize as I swallow down my wife’s shrill scream. I hate the pain I’m causing, but her little heels tighten around my ass, willing me forward.
“God, baby. You’re so small.” I bury my face in her neck as I savor the first moment my masculine force is seated a few inches inside her. “You’re squeezing my cock to death.”
“I’m just locking you down,” she pants. Even in pain, she feeds me what I need. My own words recited back to me at a moment when I need to hear them from her. “Finish it. Make me yours forever and for all time.”
Her moans drive me forward. My teeth cut into my lower lip. I’m guttural, frantic, pulling out then pushing in, the stretch of her body around me blinding as I blanket her softness with my demanding bulk.
“I’m gonna come. Jesus, it feels so good. So fucking good.”
Emily squeaks and squeals as I feed her tight opening more inches, but my balls are tightening, the muscles in my back tangled.
“Come inside me. Please, God. Do it. Then just fuck me again, don’t stop, come and keep fucking. Come and keep?—”
That’s all it takes.
Her untried opening seems to relent, and I slam home. The tip of my dick finds her limit, and nature takes over as I deliver my first orgasm right up against her cervix with a roar. My flesh swells inside her, locking us together as her own spasms milk the load from my balls.
I pummel her with one last thrust, the slap of my balls on her wet flesh, and her yelping sending me over the edge.
I come with such intensity, I black out, the pleasure a wicked dream for a few seconds before it’s my wife’s voice that brings me back.
“Roman. Daddy.”
I drop my forehead to hers, panting and heaving, my hips bucking involuntarily in spasms.
Her tremors draw another spurt from my testicles, our eyes locked as I start to fuck her through her orgasm, and my little hellcat begs for more.
I give it to her. There’s no stopping me now. I’ve experienced paradise, and I’m never leaving.
I drill down, pumping up and back as her back arches.
“Fucking me raw, stallion,” she chokes out as I grind down on her clit, desperate to bring her the pleasure she’s brought me.
I push back, my need to see where our bodies connect overwhelming. I work her hips with my hands, then her legs crooked in my arms as I lift my torso, pushing onto my lower legs and looking down.
Fuck.
I did that to her.
There’s blood everywhere. Her body is torn where she accepted the pain of our coupling.
Love and hate wage war inside me. “Are you okay, baby? You tell me the truth. There’s blood…”
Self-loathing takes my pleasure for a split second before Emily rocks her hips and her eyes roll back.
“I only feel love and your cum inside me. Like I’ve dreamed about for so long. I want more. I want it all, please don’t stop. Daddy, please?—”
Our eyes lock, and I reach down to rub her clit, thrusting, thrusting, my balls hanging down like a pendulum as the bed creaks beneath us, the headboard banging the wall as her wet flesh accepts me over and over.
The intoxicating mixture of pleasure, and the pain of her opening clamped around me in this moment, will stay with me forever.
“No one would think you gave me this perfect pussy willingly. So much blood on my cock, my balls, your legs, it looks like I took you by force, fucked you with my hand over your mouth, muffling your screams while Daddy told you to be quiet and take it like a good girl.”
That sends her into another orgasmic spasm, and I’m on the brink again myself.
“Are you going to breed me, Daddy? So everyone will know what we do in the dark?”
Fuck. That hits the spot.
“Yes.” I hiss and grunt and slam in, bottoming out with every buck of my hips. “I can’t stop. You feel too good. You ready to take Daddy’s gift? Your little pussy is too good. I have to come, baby. I can’t stop?—”
I grunt and grind, and she shakes and curses me as I thrust one more time and empty my balls again inside her body.
I fall down over her, and we are a frenzy of clawing, begging, and biting.
I pound into her through my pleasure while hers milks my shaft, and the force of our love makes the bed strain as one of the four posts at the end collapses, sending us sliding.
I loop my arm around her waist, keeping us bound together as my hot seed finds home.
I bite her neck, her shoulder, her jaw. I own this woman. That feeling expands inside of me until it takes over, and I feel a rebirth.
I’m everything she needs, and my love for her is infinite. My soul is inside hers now, and I pray to god I stay worthy of her taking care of it forever.
“You milked it out of me, baby. Your womb is filled now. I’m going to get a baby inside you tonight. So much cum, your belly will be swollen by breakfast.”
I want to beat my chest as she purrs and clenches, sliding her hands up and down my slick thighs. “I feel it growing inside me already, Daddy.”
She presses her palms to her belly as euphoria floods through me. Satisfaction and peace settle in my belly like a long-sought-after prize.
“I’m your Daddy. Forever.” I brush hair from her flushed, slick face. “I love you, wife.”
She smiles as she reaches down and wraps her fingers around the root of my dick, where we’re still connected.
“What can we do next? I want to be on top, but I don’t want your dick to ever leave me again. Can you flip us over without?—”
That’s all I need. I mount her on my cock, lifting her, clutched to my chest, and fall onto the thick fur rug and pillows I also had the staff arrange on the floor, with my wife on top of me, looking down.
“You’re mine forever. I’ll make sure I’m everything you need from now on, Kicker. “Whether it’s what you want or not. Now, show me how you ride through that last barrel?—”
I bring my hand down on her hip and get ready for the ride of my life.