by Jamie Knight
Starting off slow and easy at first, pumping my pussy at an almost leisurely pace, Ryan soon picked up speed, increasing my pleasure with each change of gear. Each one of them slow enough as to not shock me. Using this easy and steady approach to fucking, he got to the point he was absolutely slamming me, the table shaking so hard, the can of whipped cream, which had helped add such a tasty new dimension to his pussy licking, bounced along beside me before finally jumping to the floor, like a base jumper going off a cliff.
It was longer than we’d ever fucked before. Ryan hardly came quick, but it was me who was starting to hold back, trying to make it, so we could cum at the same time. An ambition about as realistic as trying to hold back the ocean with a mop.
“I’m coming!” I wailed in defeat, unable to hold on any longer.
Slowing his pace to a steady rhythm, Ryan came to a stop as I hit the peak of my orgasm, arching my back and lifting my hips as his sweet, warm load flooded into me.
I could feel the shaking in every inch of me as I slammed back down against the table-top, moaning and panting like nobody’s business. He really did do the most wonderful things to me. The relative size of his cock to my pussy only part of it.
He stayed in me for a long time, having long ago learned my need to cuddle after being ravaged. Picking me up from the table, he sat back into his chair, holding me against him gently, his cock still deep inside me, as I shuddered against him, my soft hums muffled by the crook of his neck.
When I was able to move again, it was me that pulled him out of me, gently easing up off his magnificent cock as I held it at the base. Keeping my grip firm around him, I sank to my knees, controlling the descent with my other hand on the edge of the table, and took him as deep into my mouth as I could without gagging myself. Quite far indeed as it turned out, the entire length of his mighty member slipping first into my mouth and then my throat with a minimum of fuss and bother.
Taking a moment to savor my victory, I came up for air, instead focusing my attentions on the head, licking and sucking until I was positive he was about to cum. Backing off a bit, so he could settle down, I swallowed the head, sucking frantically, hungry for his sweet cum. Working his cock with both my mouth and my hand, my other hand gently massaging his balls, it wasn’t long before Ryan relented, filling my mouth with what I had come to crave.
I swallowed my reward slowly, thanking the time to enjoy and experience each portion. There was still plenty more where that came from, but that didn’t mean I was going to squander what I had. Each load was a blessing.
My mouth finally empty of his cum, I licked the head of his thick, throbbing cock, before sucking the head clean. Going on to lightly nurse a second load from him which I also treasured.
When I finished swallowing down the last droplets, I looked up into his eyes and felt an overwhelming wave of love. I couldn’t believe he was really going to be my husband.
“Wanna go for a little swim?” he asked, after pulling me to him for a loving kiss.
“Sure!”
Epilogue
The lockdown ended with a bang rather than a whimper, the previously imprisoned celebrating their liberation from house arrest with massive parties in the downtown core. There was a police presence, as there tended to be with any large, jovial gathering, but it was mostly moot. The mood of the day was delirious happy as opposed to destruction. It was like a lower level version of Victory in Europe parade with impromptu street parties as well as a parade that was a bit too lavish not to have been planned.
“Was that you?” I asked, as the scenes played out on Ryan’s computer as we remained a safe distance away at the lake house.
“It’s what they were working on when I called the Zoom meeting.”
“Great, another parade I didn’t get to plan,” I pouted.
“Tell you what, this year you can plan the Santa Claus parade and have complete control over St. Paddy’s day for next year.”
“What about Easter?” I asked, trying my hand at horse bargaining.
“We’ll be a bit busy planning the wedding.”
“True enough.”
With nothing to immediately demand his attention, we stayed at the lake for about another week. Only going back into the big, scary city when the town Hall reconvened in early April. Despite his duties as Mayor, Ryan took a hands-on approach to the wedding.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to seat your parents together?”
“Of course it is. They’ll love each other,” I said.
“It stands to reason,” Aofie argued.
It didn’t actually but we could always hope. It had taken ten years and the forthcoming wedding, but Ryan had finally gotten back in touch with his family. The non-evil ones anyway. We both had a veto list of people we absolutely would not invite, so there was no point in even asking. I had five names on mine, most of them notorious alcoholics. Ryan had thirty, all of them sharing his surname.
I knew it was a sensitive issue for him and decided not to ask. It just meant my side of the sanctuary was going to be a lot more populated come the day.
It was a sunny day in spring when the moment finally arrived. Warm enough to wear white, cheeky as it seemed, but not quite enough to be uncomfortable which was a relief. I didn’t really do well in the heat. The last thing we needed was fainting halfway down the aisle.
“Ready for this?” Aofie asked as the organ music started up.
“Absolutely.”
With my best friend at my back and my dad at my side, leading me down the aisle, I felt more relaxed than I’d even been. I knew it was right Ryan was the man for me, and we were going to be happy for the rest of our lives.
The matter of names had come up. I was fine with changing to his name, even if Candide Owens did look a little weird. At Ryan’s suggestion we decided to hyphenate. Both of us going with Boucher-Owens, just to keep things symmetrical. His campaign posters would still say Owens, but that was just a matter of name recognition.
I had the feeling that he would have changed his surname years ago if he’d though he could. Except it would somewhat undermine his plan to show they weren’t all villains. Better to keep the name and have it associated with good things.
I wanted to kiss him, but the minister hadn’t given the word. Instead, I squirmed at the altar, so filled with love and lust I could barely stand it. I nearly exhaled when we were finished with the vows and permission came.
“You may kiss the bride,” the minister decreed.
Even though we had to keep it PG, it was still our first married kiss.
The day was so nice we decided to go with an outdoor reception, the sun hinting down on the world as the guests ate drank and were merry, The younger ones frolicked through the field like wild things.
“Honey!”
“Hey, Mom,” I greeted as I hugged her.
“Dumpling,” dad said giving me a squeeze.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” mom promoted.
I looked where she was glancing, to find Ryan waiting patiently. Things had been such a whirlwind since the engagement, I’d forgotten to introduce my parents to my husband-to-be.
“Oh, right, of course. Mom, Dad, this is Ryan. Ryan, Mom and Dad.”
There was the usual flurry of polite greetings, in no way hinting at the camaraderie to come.
“So, Candi tells me you’re in politics.”
“Just a mayor, and we’ll have to see how much longer,” Ryan said humbly.
“Election coming?”
“Yep.”
“Well, I might just be able to help with that.”
Daddy was being modest. He didn’t like to brag about, but he had come to be one of the state’s most skilled and sought after political strategist. Eight out of the last ten governors had him on their payroll. It had taken him years to get there, but it still wasn’t something he liked to talk about much. Preferring to keep the real magic of politics and elections behind the curtain of public credulity, like how
most of the most powerful speeches, were written by someone else. If there was anyone who could get Ryan back into the mayor’s office it was dad.
“Have you seen Pierre?” I asked, looking forward to seeing my big brother.
“Not recently. Last I saw him he was chatting to that friend of yours. The pretty, ginger girl, Irish accent?”
“Aofie?”
“That’s her. They seemed to be getting along like a house on fire.”
I liked the idea of having Aofie as sister-in-law if that was where things went. We were basically like sisters already.
As the event progressed, it became increasingly clear that Ryan was barely containing himself as well, the sexual tension beginning to crackle like an electrical storm in the warm spring air. The speeches had already been given, Ryan’s brother Darren giving his speech and Aofie giving mine, and the guests were lost in fun and wonder. No one was likely to notice if we slipped away to start the honeymoon early.
The drive seemed shorter the second time. The concrete of the city giving way to the majesty of nature. Ryan had a few days until the kick-off to the election and I couldn’t think of a better place to spending than the house where we first explored our love. The lake house seemed different, not in terms of it construction or the land that surrounded it but the context in which we found ourselves. Newly-weds, just starting off a long and happy life together.
“Shall we?” he asked, opening my door for me like he had that first day.
“Please.”
Lifting me from the seat, Ryan carried me across the threshold. Not just of the house, closing the door with his heel, but the bedroom, taking the stairs with a smooth mastery.
“Who’s my girl?” he asked, setting me down on the bed.
“I am.”
“That’s right.”
Opening the drawer to the night stand, he withdrew a second box, that look a lot like the one with my emerald choker.
Fingers trembling with excitement, I crack open the clam-style box, revealing another, choker, done in white satin, a large blue sapphire set in the middle.
Taking it from the box, Ryan put the choker around my neck, reclaiming me as his pet, as well as his wife, filling me with so much beautiful emotion I aurally cried.
“Happy tears?” he asked.
“Definitely happy tears,” I said, trying to wipe them away with the ball of my hand.
It was a happy day dammit, I didn’t want to be caught crying, no matter how happy I actually felt.
The choker secured around my neck, Ryan began on the buttons running up the back of the dress, slowly revealing my bare back. I’d gotten used to not wearing underwear while in lockdown with him and had never really started gain.
Lowering the front of my dress to my waist, Ryan gently sucked my nipples, going from one to the other, making sure they both got lots of attention, as he stood me up, pushing the dress down around my feet.
Taking a break to pick it up and hang it over the back of the chair, he got right back to sucking as I stood before him, naked except for my sneakers which had been hidden under the dress.
Moving down along my torso, he took hold of my hips and started licking my pussy where I stood. Soon I couldn’t stand anymore, my knees threatening to buckle, and Ryan allowed me back on to the bed, and I bent my knees back to my chest, just the way he liked it, as he continued to devour my pussy.
Licking me with in an inch of consciousness, or at least that was how it felt, Ryan ceased licking to gently finger me as my orgasm exploded from me. The fact we were married making all the sweeter.
When I’d recovered, I noticed that Ryan was naked too, somehow managing to get out of his tux one handed, the other tenderly fingering my pussy.
“Please,” I begged, my eyes locked on his beautiful cock.
“Of course.”
Helping me into a sitting position, Ryan fed me his cock, putting his hand on the back of my head as I did my best to relieve him, my new husband moaning ecstatically as I did so. Which, of course, only motivated me to try even harder.
It was a beautiful gift, his load filling my receptive little mouth with sweet goodness. It might feel sinful or decadent under other circumstances but right then and there, it felt nothing but right.
“Good girl,” he cooed, stroking my lips with his thumb before giving it to me to suck clean
I was already so insanely happy I honestly didn’t need anymore. My need was satisfied and anything more would just be icing and cherries. And apparently Ryan liked desserts as much as I did.
Getting my legs over his arms in a position I would have once though impossible, Ryan eased the head of his cock into my wet and ready pussy, not needing to stroke me first. We knew each other well enough by then. I knew he was coming and welcomed it. So did my pussy, hugging his cock warmly as he slid it in.
Kissing me like it was our last night on earth, my darling husband pumped my tight little pussy. His big, beautiful cock causing stars to supernova behind my eyes. The sensation beyond the capacity of any human language to full express.
I came to a few minutes later, Ryan kissing me back to the land of the living like a real-life Prince Charming.
“I love you,” I said, meaning with ever fiber of my being.
“I love you too.”
His hand found its way to my slightly aching but thoroughly satisfied pussy, applying its miraculous healing touch.
“I suppose we can stop the birth control now,” he said, two fingers disappearing inside.
“You mean it?”
“Of course.”
Fresh out of things to say, at least that would make any sort of sense, I decided to let my kiss express things better than I ever could have with mere words. There were times when you just had to feel.
THE END.
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Chapter One
Jonna
I woke up and pinched myself, still thinking I had to be dreaming.
But no. The TV was still on from the night before, when I had fallen asleep watching some comedy re-run.
I was awake and this was real.
I couldn’t believe I had gotten the internship at the record label. And that I was going to be working for the one and only Seth Black.
Since this was reality and not a dream, I had to focus on my plan.
Yes, the news was saying that there was a new pandemic— a virus called Covid-19 that was getting worse and that might cause strict restrictions or lockdowns— but I turned the TV off, not wanting to hear any doom and gloom today.
Today, I was concentrating on the things right in front of me.
Leave early.
That was the plan, jotted out in black ink on bright yellow Post-it notes plastered all over my apartment. Just in case I was at risk of forgetting, which, considering my excitement, was unlikely. But still, it was my first day at my new internship and there was no way in hell I was going to be late.
I’d been so surprised to get the call letting me know I had been selected. I had no doubt about my credentials, certain I could do as well as anyone else.
It was just that everyone and their mother who had any interest in music wanted this internship, and they had to have had some amazing credentials, too. There were over fourteen hundred applicants. That number was made all the more impressive by the fact that the position was an unpaid internship.
Such was the influence that Seth Black and Suspicious Activity Records possessed. It was almost like a superpower. Particularly in the Pacific Northwest, where they had surpassed even Sub Pop as the biggest small label going. Until that ‘small label’ grew to the point that ‘huge’ was the only accurate way to describe it.
But somehow, I had been the one selected
. And now was my chance to catapult from intern to paid employee, which was my goal.
My heart soared with pure hope. My sister Stephanie had been out of town on business when I got the job, but she had told me that this was my one chance, and I knew she was right. I checked my phone and saw that she had sent me a “thumbs up” emoji in response to the “fingers crossed” emoji I had sent her last night before drifting off.
You’ve got this, she texted me along with the emoji. Don’t worry.
I did my best to listen to my wise sister’s advice.
I got dressed as I’d planned the night before in an outfit that I hoped would scream “appreciative fan and grateful intern” rather than “desperate to impress.”
It had the name of Seth Black’s band on it: Autumn Corrosion.
He had risen to stardom as a musician before starting the record label for which I was about to intern.
And I loved listening to his music. Autumn Corrosion was still my favorite band. So, I thought the t-shirt was a good idea to wear, a nod in homage to him.
I had my bag ready and waiting by the door and my keys above it. A package of Pop-Tarts was standing ready beside the toaster.
I had even made sure to check the oil and gas level in my car, while also ensuring the gas can was full. Everything was ready. There was absolutely nothing that could go wrong.
After jumping up and down in a few jumping jacks to get my adrenaline flowing, I tied back my already-washed hair with an elastic band that had already been on my wrist. Plunking my breakfast into the toaster, I did the short round trip from the door for my bag and keys, back to the kitchen.
Just moments after I entered the room, the toaster popped cheerfully, and I carefully plucked the hot pastry from its coils. Breakfast in hand, I was in the dew-chilled car before the sun was fully visible.
All the other drivers on the road must have been fucking insomniacs. Or real go-getters who loved their jobs more than they loved sleep. That was the only way my mind could fathom getting stuck in a traffic jam at that early hour.