I knew how he felt about his sport, had even gone with him on one occasion when he was sparring with someone in what he called a grudge match, whatever that means. I saw the change in him when he stepped into the ring. The way he dominated his opponent with sheer force of will.
I have to admit to being very turned on by what I’d seen that night. So much so that we’d pulled over at the end of the driveway on the way home and went after each other like animals in the car before making our way outside. Of course we’d had to go delete the security tape after that, which had I known it was there I would never have let him bend me over the hood of his car and take me from behind.
“What has you blushing?” Cris came over to watch as the makeup artist added her finishing touches. Her question only made me blush harder so I tried to distract her. “Is everyone finding everything okay?” Marie had insisted on having everyone get ready at the house in the guest wing. She’d hired hair and makeup artists, nail technicians, and who knows what else since there were about fifteen people running around from place to place taking care of our every need.
There was a knock at the door and the females went into high panic when it was Chad standing there. We had an hour before we needed to be at the chapel, so the best man showing up unannounced caused more than a little stir. I was the only one not flustered; that was until he handed off the little gift his brother had sent me.
“Oh my word, are these real?” It was a bracelet, a ring of diamonds, each the size of the nail of my pinky finger. “This can’t be real, is your brother crazy?”
“I think that’s a moot point, but he says you’re to wear that today.” I looked from my mother in law to my mom then to my girls. In the last month and a half Wyatt had pulled some stunts. He’d bought me not one, but two vehicles, but those he had pretty good arguments for. The Jag, because my blabbermouth friends had told him that that was my favorite car, and since I couldn’t afford a car and he thought I needed one, I let it slide. When he gave me a custom made Mercedes G-class a week later, his explanation had been that everyone needed an SUV and that was the safest.
I wasn’t too sold on that one but this is Wyatt, the man doesn’t understand the word no. But this, this is beyond. The thing must weigh five pounds and was completely… “Where am I gonna wear this?”
“Look at it like your wedding gown dear, you’re only going to wear that once, though I think you’ll get much more wear out of that piece.” Mom came over to hug me before I went into total meltdown, while Marie was busy, wiping tears from her eyes.
“No, you don’t understand, that piece, it’s about more than its monetary worth. Do you know what you hold in your hands? It’s as if he’d taken his heart out and placed it in your hands. That was his great-great-great- grandmother’s. It’s been in the Hunter family for generations. It once belonged to the wife of a Raja, one of the first made by Asprey and Garrard. His great-great-great grandfather was gifted it for bravery when he saved her life in some uprising or the other back in India. No one has worn it in over two hundred years…” She broke down and couldn’t speak but what she’d said thus far was enough.
Suddenly, the bracelet took on new meaning. It was no longer an oversized, overly expensive waste. Instead it was another piece of the bond that held us together. I wrapped it around my wrist and clasped it with tears choking me. Later, I’ll have to look into the history of it, for now it was enough that my husband to be thought I was worthy of it.
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Wyatt
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“What did she say?” I stood at the altar as the strains of the wedding march begun. “She freaked.” I smiled at the imagery. I knew she would, but I also knew that I needed her to have it today of all days. One of my ancestors had earned that for bravery. It was a toss up whether or not she’d see the correlation, but I thought she was the bravest person I knew and wanted her to know it.
It had taken some doing to get it back from the Smithsonian where it had been on loan for quarter of a century, but grandpa had put the screws to someone to get it in time.
I heard movement at the door and my heart went into overdrive. I saw ma and the others walk down to their seats but my eyes were only for her. I don’t know what was said or even what words I uttered when prompted, I was more interested in the end, which came way sooner than I expected.
“So wait, you and ma made me go through all this drama for some hack to take ten minutes to give me what I wanted?” She pinched me as we made our way back up the aisle to the exit. I was ready to lose the monkey suit and the damn guests. I don’t see how men marrying virgins lived through this shit. First you have to wait to claim what’s yours, and then they have to have a party before you can get the goods.
“Who came up with this reception shit anyway?”
“Wyatt behave, the party is a celebration for our friends.”
“Fine, then let them have it, why do we have to stay?” I wasn’t trying to be a pig exactly. I had to leave her in two days, every second counts.
“You look amazing by the way, thanks for meeting me.” It was cheesy as fuck but it’s how I felt and it seemed to tickle her. “Thanks for asking me.” We danced, we laughed. We took a million pictures and all the while I was counting down the hours until I could get her alone.
The rock on her finger took on new meaning. Each time it was caught in the light was like a reminder. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I was twirling her around the dance floor, oblivious to everyone else as usual. “How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’re seeing something new.”
“I am, I’m seeing my wife for the first time, never had one of those before. And since you’re the only one I’m ever gonna have, I wanna remember everything about this day and the way you look tonight.”
“But I’m the same person.”
“No, no you’re not. Why do you think I was in such a hurry to get you here? I knew it would change things for me. Knew that even though we live in a time when men and women treat the institution of marriage like little more than a joke, that it would mean exactly what it’s supposed to mean to me. Don’t you feel it? That change between us, that bond that can never be broken? By the way you ever tell anyone I said any of this sappy shit I’ll swear you’re lying.”
I had to lighten things up there at the end because she was starting to tear up and I didn’t want any tears today, only joy.
We stayed there for another few hours before it was time to leave. There’d been a lot of debate as to where we should spend the night since we had to put off our honeymoon. She was fine with going back to the house and though I knew evading the paparazzi might be a pain in the ass, I wanted her to have this one night at least.
My security had arranged some kind of bait and switch that was supposed to spare us any interference, so I let them do their thing without letting on to her that anything was going on, because they were also on the lookout for Carl the fuck.
When I was given the all clear we climbed into the back of the limo and shut everyone else out. “Finally, I’ve been dying to see what else you have on under here since that little leg tease earlier.”
I ran my hand up her leg to her silky thigh where her garters began. “Give me your tongue.” All day, since I’d said ‘I do’ I’ve been dying to get her alone. It was one thing to fuck my girlfriend, but like I’d told her, my wife was a whole other ballgame. I can’t quite put it into words, but that ring, that signed piece of paper, made everything different for me.
With her tongue in my mouth, my hand made its way to the treasure pot. She was wearing what felt like a strip of lace over silk, her pussy was bare and smooth. “You waxed your pussy?”
“Uh-huh.” She hummed into my mouth as my fingers traced the edges of her underwear before dipping under to her heat. “Open your legs.” I wasn’t in a hurry. The driver had already been given instructions to take the long way round to the hotel in the city, which was at least a couple hours away.
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nbsp; I drove my fingers deep into her cunt, desperate to feel her juices coating me again. Last night she’d tried holding me to one fuck because of her and Marie’s bullshit oldwife’s tales, but I’d soon had her singing a different tune with just one touch. Yet it felt like I hadn’t had her in way too long, and keeping my hands off her all day, now that our relationship had changed, now that she was truly mine, had been torture.
“How do I open this thing?” I wanted to see her tits that had been pushing against her top all day, teasing the shit outta me. She spread her legs wider and I hiked her dress up around her waist while she reached behind her back and tugged on the zipper.
“Let me help you.” I unzipped her, pulling the top down to reveal some kind of contraption that was designed to make me crazy. Like her panties, it was lace and silk in pure white with the lace over her nipples, teasing me to take a taste.
Lifting her upper body while my fingers fucked her slowly, I lowered my head and bit her nipple hard enough to make her scream. She looked like a wanton with her legs spread over mine, her dress pulled down around her tits, and her pussy exposed.
“Turn around.” I reached beneath her ass and pulled my zipper down, making room to release my cock. “Sit on my cock like a good girl.” I just pulled her panties aside, since I was sure she probably wanted to save them or some shit. My cock was harder than usual and I knew it was because of the fact of what we’d done today, because she’d in essence given herself over to me completely. She was now mine in every sense of the word. For an old throwback like me, that meant a hell of lot.
She eased her pussy down on my iron rod and hissed. “It’s so hard.” We were both amazed that I was even harder, thicker, longer than usual and I had to take it slow lest I hurt her. Looking down between us, I watched as her pussy stretched over the head of my cock before swallowing me.
“Rock your ass back and forth baby, that’ll help.” She was having trouble taking me in for the first time since our first week of fucking. As wet as her pussy was, my boy was showing the affects of the day and stood tall and proud. The scent of her heat reached my nose and made my head light.
I barely restrained myself from tearing her dress the rest of the way off and destroying the bit of cloth she wore beneath it in my haste to get her into my mouth. “Feed me your tits.” I helped her lean forward so I could suck hard on her nipple as she started grinding her pussy against me taking me in to the balls.
“That’s it baby, fuck my cock.” The words seemed to incite her and she sped up her movements as the car moved slowly through the late night traffic. I let my hands grab her ass for more control and spread my legs even wider. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.” I growled the words around her nipple before biting into her flesh hard enough to leave a mark.
I bit into her flesh while we fucked suddenly mad with the need to mark her. I wanted my stamp on her while I was gone; the need was almost maddening. Where just the day before, I was borderline obsessed with her, that shit had reached new heights. “My wife.” Who knew those two little words could carry so much weight?
Chapter 12
Traci
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I’d barely put myself back together by the time the driver pulled up to the hotel entrance. I don’t think anyone would have to look too hard to guess what we were up to. I could feel his seed running down the inside of my thighs and was afraid to take a glance at his trousers for fear of what I’d see.
There was a sweet ache deep inside from the way he’d just pounded himself into me in the back of the limo. Coming onto the end, he’d lost it completely and I thought he’d kill me or at the very least put my back out when he threw me to the opposite seat, lifted my legs high over his shoulders and pounded his extremely hard cock into me over and over again.
“I’m all sticky I need a quick shower.” Those were my first words as soon as he put me down in our room. Our overnight bags had been sent ahead but I didn’t think I was going to need the sexy little number I’d bought for the occasion, and since I really liked it, I didn’t want it destroyed.
“Why don’t we get in the hot tub instead?” I’d never been in one before but didn’t want to seem green, so instead I nodded my approval. “I’ll go set it up take your time.” He pulled me into his arms for a deep kiss and a tap on my ass, which was something he was very fond of doing, before going out on the balcony where the tub sat under the stars.
When he finally came to get me and take me out there, I saw that he’d had this whole thing planned ahead of time. There was a table with champagne and chocolates waiting, next to a huge vase of roses in differing colors with sprigs of fern throughout and candlelight. I was too choked up for words so just fell into his arms for a much needed hug.
It was good to just stand there in his arms and let the day’s events get settled in our minds. I don’t think I’d had a moment to myself since leaving our bed this morning, now I was his wife, not just his girlfriend or fiancée and he was right, there was a difference.
“Did I tell you how much I love you today baby?”
“Yes but I don’t mind hearing it again.” I lifted my eyes and lips to his as he lowered his head. His arms came around me lovingly as he pulled me in and lifted me by my butt so that I could feel the hardness of his cock between my thighs where it did the most good.
“I want to see you in nothing but your rings and that bracelet. Let’s lose the robe shall we?” Setting me back on my feet, he pushed the robe off my shoulders leaving me in nothing but my jewelry just as he’d wanted. He was already naked and a quick look around assured me that no one could see us way up here.
His hands went right to my wet heat as he bit that place in my neck that I was sure he’d already marked. Again I rode his hand as he used his fingers to pleasure me. Not to be outdone, I let my hand trail down his middle, over his rock hard abs, to that long thick piece of flesh that never ceases to amaze me with the heights it can take me to.
We stroked each other until we were both close to the edge and our breathing became erratic. He sucked on my tongue and teased my clit as I moaned into his mouth. “Wyatt.”
“I want to sip champagne off your pussy lips.” My knees trembled at his words and when he took my hand and helped me into the roiling water I knew I was in for quite a night. He helped me sit in just the right spot, where the jets hit me from behind, and standing directly in front of me, led my head to his cock.
Maybe it was the glasses of champagne I’d already imbibed, maybe it was the joy of the day and what it meant for us, whatever it was, something had erased any remaining inhibitions Wyatt hadn’t already demolished with his take charge attitude when it comes to our love making.
I dug my nails into his hips as I pulled his length into my mouth. I could still taste myself on him from earlier and that inflamed me even more. His hands tugged just hard enough on my hair to hurt a little and I felt the pull between my thighs.
“Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” I was only too happy to oblige, though I wished it were his fingers inside me instead of mine. “Look at me, I wanna see your eyes when I offload in your neck.” He amped up his strokes into my mouth and I coughed and spat around his cock but I knew he wouldn’t stop.
That hand in my hair tightened and I used my free hand, the one I wasn’t using to fuck myself, to play with his balls, which were hard and full. As soon as I held him in my hand I pulled back until just his cockhead remained in my mouth and used my tongue to tease the slit at the end. I felt the jump in his flesh and took him all the way back in until the hair on his groin tickled my nose.
“Merciful fuck baby what the fuck?” I felt him burst onto my tongue and swallowed as fast as I could but some still escaped down the sides of my face. I didn’t stop sucking and stroking until he went limp, then and only then did I let him fall from my lips. All the while our eyes were locked together, so I didn’t miss the look of absolute love and adoration he gave me.
Before I could catch my breath I felt myself b
eing lifted into his strong arms. He held my head in place as his mouth came down on mine hard enough to bruise but I didn’t care. I could feel the fire raging inside him as he growled his satisfaction into my mouth.
“That was fucking amazing babydoll.” He sat me down again before reaching for the chocolate covered strawberries and champagne filled flutes. I let the heat of the water and the streaming pulse of the jets soothe me as we kissed like it was the first time, in between sharing bites of chocolate and sips of champagne.
His hands came down to my nipples, which were still hard and achy. “I love when you play with yourself while I’m touching you.” He didn’t need to say anymore. My fingers found my labia and slipped in while he fondled my tits before he lowered his head and sucked my nipple in hard.
I was ready to beg, plead, anything to get him inside me. “Please Wyatt, now.” His hands never stopped roaming or his lips. I could feel his hardness rising again just as he let my nipple slip from his mouth. My lips were caught again and he nipped me before licking the sting away with his tongue. “Touch me.” I grabbed his cock and stroked until pre-cum coated my fingers under the water.
When he was hard and long in my hand he pulled away and moved out of reach. He dunked his head under the water and when he came up for air the look in his eyes left me breathless. “I’m going to eat you up little Red.” He pushed me back against the rim, lifted my ass out of the water and spread my legs open. “Close your eyes.” Next I felt cold champagne as it ran down my privates before I felt his tongue lapping at me hungrily.
“Ummm, Wyatt so good, don’t stop.” His tongue seemed to go deeper than ever before, reaching new places deep inside me. I was caught in a maelstrom of emotions; my body was on fire inside and out as he used his tongue and teeth to drive me over the edge over and over again.
“You ready to take me again?” He didn’t give me a chance to answer, just switched places with me, sitting where I once had before pulling me over his lap and right down on his hard cock. “Arghh.” His growl always makes me feel all-powerful, like I had him in the palm in my hand, and when he bit into my flesh as if he couldn’t control himself I moved my hips faster, wilder.
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