“It’s been too long, baby,” I whispered those words before I stole her lips again.
“Give me a tit.” She lifted up from where her head rested on my chest as she caught her breath and fed me her tit.
I took my time paying homage to her beauties as she rode me nice and slow.
I had held off long enough, so once again, I rolled her gently to her back.
I stroked into her a couple more times before I pounded my way to orgasm.
“Mouth, face, or tits?” I held my shit at the base and waited for her answer.
“In me, I want it in me.”
“Fuck.” My body jerked like I’d been shocked.
I felt cum flow from my balls to the tip of my cock in record time before it started shooting into her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming in your pussy, oh fuck.”
“I missed your big cock; give me your cum; yeah, that’s it, baby cum for me.”
Shit, she’s gonna make me nuts.
I emptied about a year’s load inside her, and still, my dick didn’t go down.
I used it to keep her happy as she ground herself to another orgasm on my stiff pole.
“Give me your mouth.” We kissed for what felt like hours until she grew tired and fell asleep beneath me, our bodies still moving softly against each other.
I pulled out and got her under the covers.
” I love you, baby.” I kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back before lifting the covers for one last look at her amazing body.
Leaving the bed, I headed for the shower.
I couldn’t stay in bed with her all day like I’d planned, so I got dressed and went to see what news Law had for me.
Shit, I’d forgotten to tell her that today was her wedding day.
***
Back at the house again, I watched my new wife putter around.
She was so fucking tiny I could bench-press her one-handed.
I watched her from the other room unbeknownst to her.
I hadn’t really taken the time to look her over before; too much shit going on.
But now that I had things taken care of and I could breathe again, I could see her.
She was a little bit of a thing, with a fuck load of hair and tits.
She seemed quiet, except for that ‘no’ she’d thrown at me earlier and then the way she’d got the priest to do her bidding.
I couldn’t imagine my cock fitting into her.
And where the fuck are you going with this Law?
Better think of something else.
I never knew that the word wife could be so fucking sexy, but each time I thought it in the last couple hours, fuck if it didn’t start sounding sexy as fuck, ‘my wife.’
Damn!
I looked down at my cock as it began to harden behind my fly.
Twelve and a half fucking inches was almost as long as one of her legs.
No way I was gonna fit, if I ever even thought of going there.
But fuck if the thought of forcing my meat in her didn’t make me want to fuck.
I better get out of here before I do something stupid.
She caught sight of me as I tried to sneak out.
“Oh, you’re here.
I thought we could have a celebratory lunch at least.” She looked hopeful as shit, but I wasn’t about to get involved.
“Can’t; I have stuff.” I was not about to pretend that we were keeping house or some shit.
That was the surest fucking way to fuck shit up.
I have to be with this female for the next I don’t know how long, and I wasn’t about to start some shit that I had no intentions on carrying on.
I thought all of that and was almost out the door, but the look on her face stopped me.
“Well fuck.”
“Let’s have your special lunch.” Her face lit up, and she seemed happy enough as I followed her into the kitchen.
She’d made some sort of fancy dish with vegetables and pasta and salad and some other shit that I didn’t even know we had around the house.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was a steak and potatoes kind of guy.
I remembered enough of my mother’s teaching to seat her at the table after pulling out her chair for her.
“So, how are you feeling?
Your face still hurt?” I reached out and touched her cheek, where her face was getting darker.
She cuddled into my hand, and I felt a softening in my heart.
I retracted my arm swiftly and picked up my fork for my second surprise.
“This isn’t bad.”
It wasn’t; it was actually quite good, truth be told.
There were some spices or herbs in there that I don’t remember ever tasting, and the pasta had a sweetish taste to it.
“It’s wheat pasta with fresh herbs and veggies, with just a hint of a raspberry infusion.”
“A raspberry what?”
“Never mind that, husband, just eat your lunch.” Dammit, was she going to keep calling me that shit?
“Here, have some tea; it’s not your usual ice tea; there’s a hint of mint and peach.”
Even the damn tea tasted good.
She started asking me questions about my mom and the house.
“I was just thinking that since I’m going to be here for a while, I might need a hobby or something to keep me busy.
The house could use some stuff done to it, but I didn’t want to do anything that maybe would be disrespectful to her memory or something.”
How was I supposed to keep my distance if she was going to be all sweet and cute?
The place hadn’t been touched in years and could probably do with a fixup, but I wasn’t sure that was something for her to do.
Wasn’t that shit a little personal?
“Dana, you do realize that this marriage isn’t real, right?
That we’re only doing this until we get Royce off your back, and then we’re quits?”
Her face fell again, and I felt like a bastard.
What harm could it be to let her have this?
It’s just a house; it’s not like she was moving into my bed or some shit.
“Fuck it fine, do whatever you want as long as you don’t have to leave the ranch to do it.
I might be able to spare a couple of the guys once or twice to run you supplies, but don’t make it a habit because they’ve got their own shit to do.”
She actually jumped up from her seat and into my lap, peppering my face with kisses.
My cock did his saluting bit, and I eased her off my lap quick before she felt that shit.
“I gotta go; thanks for lunch, babe.
It was great.” I stood to leave, and she held up her face to mine for a kiss.
“Dana.”
“Just a little one on the cheek.”
Damn, she is cute.
I gave her her kiss and saw the secret smile that blossomed across her face.
That was my cue to escape the fuck out of there.