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by K. S. Adkins


  Taking my time, I strip off his cargo pants and hello dolly, commando.

  With his huge cock in the palm of my hand, I watch in utter shock and ecstasy as he swells even further.

  “My husband is a shower and a grower,” I say stroking him slowly. “Ty, you have the biggest, thickest, most beautiful cock I have ever seen.”

  When he doesn't respond, I look up to see pure rapture on his face and I knew he was lost to it.

  Lost to me.

  It was the greatest gift I have ever been given.

  Next to being his, that is.

  As long as I live I will never forget my beautiful wife's face when she came, how her pussy tasted or how soft and warm her tiny hand was holding my big hard cock.

  Actually, I'll never forget a single detail when it comes to my Diva.

  She is fucking perfection.

  As she strokes me, I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear and groan when she cups my balls.

  “I owe these an apology,” she says lovingly. “I'm sorry I nutted you, Ty.”

  “Worth it,” was all I could manage.

  “God, baby, I've been dickmatized.”

  “You like my cock, sweet?”

  Running her tongue underneath, I nearly come but hold it back. Sweetest fucking torture. “Like?” she says licking her lips. “Like is not the word I'd use and lucky for you I haven't exceeded my sodium intake today.”

  In a haze of lust, I wasn't able to ask what she meant or prepared for the ecstasy that came next when she took me into her precious mouth.

  Sensing my dilemma, Diva pauses just long enough to guide me to my back before getting between my legs.

  “I'm not a blowfessional,” she says with clouded eyes. “But I always give one hundred percent. So I'm hoping you won't mind that I'm going to let you guide me.”

  “Please,” I nearly beg. “Make me come like this. I'll do anything.”

  Kissing my inner thigh she says, “Shh, all you have to do is lie there and do what feels right.”

  When she sealed her lips over my cock again, I assumed she was okay if what felt right was fucking her mouth.

  Which is exactly what I did.

  Seconds, minutes, hours? Didn't know, didn't care. All I know is my cock has never known pleasure like this.

  I would kill to keep it, keep her.

  Forever.

  Thrusting up, hard, Diva digs her nails into my ass, takes me deeper, gags loudly, and I give myself over to it.

  Over to the sexy fucking sound of her choking on my dick. Over to her.

  Always her.

  I came so hard, I couldn't even watch her swallow my seed but I vowed I would next time.

  Despite shooting an enormous load, Diva continued to watch me, suckle me, as my body cycled through the aftershocks.

  Watching her tend to me like this was the most beautifully erotic moment of my life.

  Or, so I thought.

  Until Diva crawled up my body and kissed me that is.

  Tasting myself on her tongue was so foreign to me that I couldn't help but start to swell again.

  “Mmm,” she moans into my lips. “You are delicious, husband.”

  Squeezing her ass I demand, “Say it again.”

  “You are delicious.”

  “The rest of it.”

  “Husband.”

  Staring into her eyes, I swore I couldn't love her anymore until, I did.

  I've never loved anything, anyone, like I love this woman.

  Rolling Diva onto her back I tell her, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

  “Thank you,” she whispers and I see the doubt in her eyes.

  “Diva,” I say grinding into her. “This isn't my dick talking. Though, he agrees with me on this. You are the most beautiful, stunning, precious creature I have or will ever meet. Thank you for being my wife.”

  With tears in her eyes she says, “You are the sweetest, sexiest, strongest, most virile man I have ever or will ever meet in my life. Thank you for making me your wife.”

  “If I said I loved you,” I choke out.

  Cradling my face she smiles, “I would say I love you back.”

  “Fuck,” I was so overcome I closed my eyes.

  “I've never said that to a man before, baby.”

  “What about a woman?”

  Barking in laughter, she tweaks my nipple then asks, “Can I take your cherry now?”

  My dick and I both, wept in happiness.

  Now, I may be in the minority here, but nothing gets me going like the thrust of a man’s hips.

  How his ass tightens, hips flex, and thighs contract...

  But, my husband has no equal. None.

  Because for Ty, there was no holding back.

  When he tightened up, his entire body was one big muscle.

  After he was able to take the edge off, he went back between my thighs and was staring at my pussy like he won the Power Ball. He was in awe and I loved that I could be the one he shared it with. Allow me to amend: the one he would always share this with.

  Because I was ass over elbows in love my husband and it didn't matter that I hardly knew him. My heart recognized it, my soul attached itself to his.

  The rest would come later.

  “Your pussy is so soft, sweet. How do you get it this soft? Where's your bush?”

  “I get waxed, Ty,” I giggle in happiness.

  “That's a thing, huh? Should I get mine waxed?”

  “It's a personal choice,” I advise carefully.

  “Do you like my bush?” he asks so innocently that what I preferred was moot. This man has missed out on so much that there was no way I was putting a single preconceived notion on him. So to answer his question, I say truthfully, “I love your bush, baby.”

  Taking me at my word, he forges on with, “How do I get you ready? Eat you out again?”

  Decisions, decisions. “You could do that or, rub my clit or try fingering me.”

  “Fingering...” when it dawns on him I feel him grow against my thigh. “I want that. How many do I start with?”

  “Let's try one and see how we do.”

  For the record, my husband had large, skilled, digits.

  With two digits pumping in and out of my wife's wet cunt, I was in awe.

  Of how slick and tight she was, the sounds of suction her juices made, how her walls gripped my fingers and imagining what my cock will feel like plunging inside of her. How badly I wanted to fill her with my sticky seed.

  Everything about her was so fucking sexy. Her moans, the way she grips my shoulders, how her tits bounce and how gorgeous she is when she goes off.

  Licking my fingers clean, I look down at her and whisper, “I love you, sweet.”

  Biting her lip, she crooks her finger and I position myself on top of her. Before she could say more I continued, “You're going to hear it's too soon, that I'm no good for you and that I'm an ex-con. But I promise you, this right here? Us? You're going to write stories about us, baby. Real shit. We're the happily ever after other people wish for. So, you up for that? Being loved like that?”

  Settling her hands on either side of my face she whispers, “You're the story I've waited my whole life to write, Ty.”

  Grinding my cock between her thighs I ask, “In your stories, does the hero last? Or, is he a two pump chump?”

  Smirking, she kisses me once and says, “This story hasn't been written yet, baby. But, I can promise you this. It has a happy ending.”

  Hard as steel, I brace my arms on either side of her body and ask, “Guide me home?”

  Reaching down, she takes me in her hand, jerks me a few times, lines my cock with her cunt and stops. “Sweet?” I ask wondering what the fuck?

  “You're already home. It's your house. You don't even have to knock.”

  Staring into the most mesmerizing eyes I have ever seen, I thrust into her. With her tight cunt squeezing me I bellow, “Fuck!” because I'd never felt anything like it.
Hell, I couldn't even process it.

  “Ease out and thrust back in,” she advises gripping me tight. “Then, fuck me, Ty.”

  “I don't think I can last,” I grunt in torture and ecstasy.

  “It's not about lasting,” she pants gripping me. “You've got me so full, so stretched, so fucking wet...”

  Yeah, about lasting?

  I didn't.

  Hearing my woman wax on about me being inside of her had me erupting like a geyser.

  Having your woman watch you come a river and help you through it was pure nirvana.

  Euphoric, depleted and exhausted, I collapse on top of her muttering, “I'm sorry, sweet.”

  With surprising strength, she rolls me onto my back, straddles me and says, “It's cute you think we're done.”

  Like my dick mainlined coke, it sprang back to life with renewed vigor.

  “You gonna ride me?” I ask teasing her nipples.

  “Oh Ty,” she coos. “I'm gonna ride you like I stole you.”

  A laugh was about to surface but it turned into a long groan when she sank down on my cock.

  Reaching behind her, she fondles my balls and the sensation was almost too much.

  “Do it again,” I beg like a starving man. “Harder.”

  Tugging on the sensitive skin had me bucking up into her wet pussy and my eyes rolled back.

  “Ah ah ah,” she tsks, pinching my nipples. “Eyes on me, baby. You don't want to miss this.”

  Fuck, she was right.

  Because my wife bouncing on my dick was truly a sight to see. It was so hot, so intense and so beautiful, I followed her advice and listened to my body. It demanded I slap her ass, rub her clit, bite and dominate her. Tackling her, I roll her up and onto her knees ordering, “Spread 'em wide for me, sweet.”

  “Yes, Ty,” she obeys perfectly.

  “Good girl,” I praise fisting her hair. “One day I'm claiming this ass.”

  “No time like the present,” she moans lifting it higher in temptation.

  “You ever...”

  “No,” she whispers shyly. “Never.”

  “My ass,” I say gripping it. “Mine.”

  “Ty,” she moans loudly.

  “What is it, sweet?” Fuck, I was enjoying this.

  “Fuck me hard, don't hold back-” plowing forward she screams, “Holy shit! More!”

  And so for the next few minutes, I keep her hair around my fist, my cock in her cunt as I fuck my wife like a madman.

  With fire blazing up my back, come boiling in my balls, I unload in her and my orgasm went on for what felt like eternity. When I open my eyes, I see the most serene and beautiful smile on her face.

  “Diva,” I whisper because it's all I had.

  As one tear rolls down her cheek she says, “I've never been this happy.”

  We fell asleep entwined that night. Where she ended and I began, I wasn't sure.

  And, that suited me just fine.

  The next morning, I woke up with my face nestled in my husband’s arm pit, my right arm across his face and my knee pressed into his nuts. Feeling bad about that, I tried moving when he growls, “Don't. I like you right where you're at.”

  “Okay, baby,” I easily concede.

  Pawing my ass cheek, Ty grumbles, “You need me, wife?”

  “I'll always need you. But first, I need to pee.”

  “Can I watch?” he asks so innocently.

  Sitting up on one elbow I ask, “Something you want to tell me?”

  Blushing he says, “Everything you do is sexy. Betting you're sexy when you piss too.”

  Not completely opposed to the idea, I offer, “If I go, you go.”

  My husband was out of that bed like a shot. Men. They didn't have the hangups us females did.

  And yeah, we took turns watching the other urinate. I mean, as far as a honeymoon goes, we can't be the only ones who've tried this.

  Washing my hands I say, “You peeing is way hotter than me. You get to hold it and shoot it where it needs to go. It's very manly.”

  Wrapping his arms around my middle he says, “You're cute when you pee. You pee like a lady. So quiet and proper.”

  Snorting at this, I ask, “Mimosas on the patio? I mean it's more like a terrace but whatever.”

  “And a mimosa is...”

  “Champagne and orange juice.”

  “I'll order mimosas and breakfast while you blow me.”

  While he was on the phone, I was happy to do just that.

  I love that he has no restraint. He shouts, groans and swears up a storm because he's so overcome. Plus, he demands I watch him explode and it sets me on freaking fire.

  Tucking himself back in, he orders me outside so the staff doesn't see me naked and while I wait on my beach recliner, I think back about last night and melt all over again. God, he was the sexiest man I have or will ever meet. And he was my husband.

  Bringing out a tray full of every food known to man, he hands me a drink asking, “What are you thinking about?”

  “Love at first sight,” I answer honestly.

  Pulling me into his lap, he feeds me a strawberry and asks, “Didn't think it was possible?”

  “Until you, no. I never had luck in the love department.”

  “Wanna tell me about it?”

  And for the next hour or so, I did.

  Normally, talking about my past was difficult. Because I allowed my teenage heart to dictate my adult heart. Of my own doing, I always told myself I didn't need love, I was content to be forever single. But looking into my husband’s understanding eyes, I see it for what it was.

  Fear.

  Losing my father so young, not understanding that you can't force love, stunted to me in adult relationships. And I clung to that safety net.

  Until Ty.

  The first man to never judge me, to love what he sees, flaws and all.

  Honestly, as I sat on his lap unloading years of verbal diarrhea, it hit me like a lightning bolt that my husband literally loved me for me.

  Kissing his lips I whisper, “Thank you.”

  “What are you thanking me for, sweet?”

  Wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing I reply, “For being you.”

  With my wife nestled in my lap, head on my shoulder, I felt her tears on my skin like brands.

  Regardless of Travis' fucked up idea that he could win Diva over, I felt immense satisfaction that I had done it first. She's really mine. I'd found her (well, stalked her), married her and claimed her.

  As my own.

  I'd never had anything for my own.

  And Diva was worth the wait. And, she loved me.

  I was willing to wait however long it took for that feeling to take root but she felt it too.

  Like I did.

  Instant.

  Undeniable.

  Forever.

  Prison was a distant memory.

  Time served.

  Because without sentencing, I wouldn't be here now.

  My life, I used to think was a serious of accidents.

  Now I know that those of events led me to her.

  Once she calmed, I set her between my legs, her back to my front and was content to sit there until the sun went down. But my wife never sat still for long. Turning to face me, she feeds me like I did her and asks, “What did you go down for?”

  I would never lie to her so I said, “Manslaughter.”

  “It had to be some serious shit to get fifteen years at eighteen years old.”

  Accepting a piece of kiwi, I swallow and admit, “Judge seemed to think bludgeoning our mother’s boyfriend to death with a ball peen hammer was pretty fucking serious.”

  “Do you feel like sharing?”

  “Yeah, sweet,” I say kissing her temple. “I feel like sharing.”

  So I did. I explained to my wife that my mother’s man at the time liked to beat on her and my older brother, Travis. Where my mother got off on it, Travis may have been older but he was defenseless.
I'm a large man. Whereas my brother was shorter, leaner and not a fighter.

  So when I walked in on my mother unconscious and my brother being punted all over the basement, I grabbed the nearest weapon I could find and used it.

  She could tell sharing my story was difficult on me, and in true Diva fashion, she makes me laugh hard then says, “I have to say it's nice knowing I'm not the only felon in the family.”

  “You don't talk much about your dad,” I say carefully.

  “He doesn't deserve my words,” she shrugs but I know it still cuts her. How any man could leave his child behind was beyond me. “Besides, my mom rocked at both roles. When you meet her you'll see what I mean. So what became of your mom?”

  Sighing I admit, “She took off after sentencing and we've never heard from her again.”

  With the softest look on her face she asks, “And your dad?”

  “Long gone,” I say. “New wife, new life.”

  “You were the man of the house,” she says squeezing my knee in comfort.

  “Tried to be,” I whisper back. “So when I went in, my brother decided to make enough money to never be defenseless again and I spent those same years wondering what the fuck I would do when I got out.”

  “You said you work for him. What exactly does that entail? Minus snatching sexy authors from dive bars.”

  “Only been with him a month, sweet,” I remind her. “You're my first job.”

  Leaning into me she smiles, “You deserve a raise.”

  “Best job I ever took,” I smile back. “The benefits package is kick ass.”

  “You know,” she says pushing her tits up. “We're in the city of sin and from where I'm lounging, we have a lot more sinning to do. If we're going to hell we might as well be tan.”

  Groaning I ask, “What did you have in mind? Anal?”

  Kissing my throat she says, “Obviously.”

  Fuck, I loved her.

  Dropping my name to concierge, I was able to score us passes that promised a day and night full of debauchery at the Palms Resort. For free, no less!

  Listen, I may be loaded these days but I was poor at heart and loved comps.

  Prior to getting hitched, Vegas wouldn't have been on my radar. But since taking vows (that I really wished I could remember) I can tell you that I want my husband to have as many firsts here as possible.

 

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