by Sky Corgan
“I want those fucking ice swans,” she tells me, and it takes everything in me not to laugh.
“Oh my God, you're horrible.” I lock my hands around her hips and take control, bucking hard into her until the bed frame is squeaking in protest.
I rut her like a ruthless beast, filling the night air with all the sounds and smells of sexual carnage. Her body slaps back against me. My balls feel like they weigh ten pounds with all the seed I have stored up for her.
My stomach tightens as I feel my load coming up to fill her pussy. I curse as my body seizes. Althea presses back against me, rotating her hips, her pussy pulsing around me. I was so focused on my own pleasure that I didn't notice her climaxing. Oxygen leaves my lungs in a long exhale that makes them burn for another breath. It's like everything in me is draining into her. Everything I am. Past, present, and future belong to this girl.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ALTHEA
THREE MONTHS LATER
They say that planning a wedding is stressful. Most people take at least a year. Gavin made me put ours together in three months.
Originally, he was only going to give me one month. When I insisted it wasn't possible, we ended up compromising yet again. I would have the IUD removed in one month, and we could have the wedding in three months. It wasn't ideal, but at least I knew I wouldn't be showing during the wedding. And since I was the one who pushed the wedding date back, I couldn't argue with him over the IUD thing. He was keeping to his part of the deal. I needed to keep to mine.
While we came to an agreement, he didn't trust me enough to go to the doctor alone. He made the appointment for me and insisted on being present when my IUD was removed. It was actually kind of sexy, sitting in the gynecological chair while Gavin and I waited for the doctor to come in. I practically had to fight him off from trying to fuck me right then and there. He even suggested paying the doctor to stay out for a while, but I was too damn embarrassed, and I didn't want us to get kicked out. I actually like this doctor.
He couldn't keep his hands off me nearly the entire way home. And as soon as we were back inside the house, he was sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to the bedroom like a caveman who had just claimed his bride. I chuckle at the memory of him making me stay on all fours with my ass in the air for a good five minutes after he came inside me, insisting that I keep as much in as possible. I told him I could do that lying down, but he insisted my body was like a glass. It was hard not to push his come out when I was busy laughing into the pillow. I can still remember his scowl. I had to promise him that he could fill me every night of the week before he stopped pouting.
Maybe I shouldn't have said that, I think as I splay my fingers over my stomach in my white designer wedding dress. Being overly hormonal when you're getting married isn't fun. Perhaps if I didn't know I was pregnant, it wouldn't be so bad. But Gavin was insistent on knowing the moment it happened. When I saw him come home with two bags full of pregnancy tests the day after I had my IUD removed, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head from shock.
“What? Do you expect me to take one of these every day of the week?” I asked as I watched him stack the boxes underneath the sink in the master bathroom.
“After every time we have sex,” he replied as if it totally made sense.
“We have sex at least twice a day.” I shifted my weight, folding my arms over my chest.
“Then every day is fine.” He glanced up at me from where he was kneeling.
“I'm pretty sure that once a week will suffice. And what if I end up pregnant within the first week? What are you going to do with the rest of those tests?” I bent and pulled one from the bag, reading the box. He spared no expense. They were even the kind that told you how far along you were. I didn't really see the point of him buying those ones when he planned to have me test every day.
“I want to have lots of babies with you.” He grinned up at me, and I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smirk.
“One. You get one.” I handed the test back to him so that he could store it with the rest.
He finished stacking them and stood, pulling me into his arms. “We'll see about that.”
“Oh lord, is this something else we're going to fight about.” I averted my eyes, not wanting to argue with him.
“You know what they say, make love, not war.” He bent to kiss my cheek, then started backing me up towards the bedroom. “Now let's get to that making love part.”
I push out my stomach, feeling how tight the dress is. I had never planned to accommodate for the start of a baby bump. Everything I've read online has said I shouldn't start showing until I'm at least twelve weeks pregnant, but I'm pretty damn sure I can see it.
“How are the ice swans holding up?” I try to distract myself by talking to my mom. She's sitting in the chair beside me having her hair done. All dolled up, she looks about ten years younger, more like my prettier sister than my mother.
Her lips press into a hard line. “I know this is your dream wedding, but were ice swans really necessary? It's the middle of summer...in California...and you're having the wedding outside.”
I groan internally, feeling tears pricking at my eyes. That's a very subtle way of saying that my ice swans are probably quickly turning into indistinguishable lumps.
“At least the real swans won't melt,” I grumble.
“Althea.” She turns to me, accidentally pulling her long auburn locks out of the hairdresser's grasp. “Your wedding is going to be beautiful. Stop fretting over it.”
“Oh, Mom.” I reach out to take her hands in mine. “I feel fat. This dress is practically strangling me. I'm nauseous, and I can't tell if it's from nerves or sickness from the baby. And my fucking swans are melting!”
“And you're about to marry the most wonderful man who loves you very much,” she reminds me.
Thinking of Gavin instantly calms me. He didn't even want this big wedding. He would have been fine going to the justice of the peace. Though he did make me rush things, essentially I did this to myself. I was the one who wanted it all and thinking about all of the little things going wrong made me lose sight of the only thing that mattered. Being here with him and the people we love and call friends.
“You're right.” I squeeze her hands, trying to draw strength from her reasoning.
“I'll still never understand how you were able to find such a catch at the library.” Mom pulls away from me, allowing the hairdresser to finish up curling her hair.
“At the library,” I parrot softly, thinking about how it was all a lie. Gavin and I told everyone the same thing about how we met so that our stories would match up.
My smirk conceals the truth.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
GAVIN
There's been nothing conventional about our relationship. Nothing conventional about how we met. About our wedding. Everything has been extraordinary because that's what kind of people we are. Why should our honeymoon be any different?
I took Althea to Aruba because that's where she wanted to go. In the daytime, we did all the touristy sightseeing stuff. Sailing and snorkeling, lounging around on the beach. But at night...well, the night is my domain.
I told her I'd be pulling out all the stops. I know I have to be careful with her because of the baby. But tonight I want to remind her what she signed up for. Tonight, I demand her complete subservience. And she's agreed. It's her wedding gift to me. I just hope she knows what she's in for.
Althea peeks out of the bathroom before her body follows in the black outfit I bought for her. The black bodysuit hugs her curves. She swears that her belly is already swelling, but I can't see it. All I see is the sexy kitten I married. The tight black skirt she's wearing barely covers her ass. The black thigh high stockings that run down her long legs are sexy as hell. She looks nervous. She should be.
“Come. Sit.” I motion for her to sit on the tall round bar stool in our suite.
I'm dressed like James fucking Bond. This is a black-ti
e affair, after all. I want her to get the rich feeling of all the darkness I'm about to unleash on her.
She pulls herself up onto the stool, and the second she does her skirt hikes up so high that I can see the snaps of the bodysuit between her thighs.
“Fucking pervert. Can't even keep your skirt down.” I round her, giving her something to lean against. She tries in vain to pull her skirt down, and I grab her arms, forcing them behind her back. The skirt slides back into place, showing her mound. The bodysuit is so tight that the crotch is threatening to slip between her folds. I bought a size too small on purpose.
She tries to close her legs as if it will help the skirt fall down, and I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing enough to startle her but not enough to hurt. “Keep those legs spread. If you want me to see it, I'm going to see it.” I use my free hand to hike her skirt up even further, exposing her pale, flat belly.
Althea lets out a stifled giggle as I step into her view. I release her neck, my hand moving to her hair to fist into it. She says it looks better short, but these past few months I've made her grow it out so that I'd have more to grab onto. She gazes up into my eyes with lustful aggression, and I turn her lips into an O as my other hand slips between her legs, pressing the rough material against her sensitive clit.
“I'm going to make you ache to come,” I tell her as I begin to massage my fingers against the spot that gives her bliss. She's never felt need before like she will tonight. I'll make sure of that.
“You want to torture me?” She pouts.
“Maybe,” I say against her temple before giving it a gentle kiss.
“Why?” she breaths out when I yank on her hair.
“Because tonight is all about me,” I inform her, rubbing until she's a panting mess. It's so easy to get her close with just the right touch of my fingers.
I listen to the sound of her breathing, to the uptick of it. I feel the tiny pulse beneath my fingertips that tells me she's about to fire off. And then I grip her throat again, kissing her as the oncoming orgasm ebbs away. If looks could kill, she'd slice me in half. She lets out a choked whine, her eyes going large and pleading.
I ignore her silent pleas, pulling the skirt up her body. The stretchy material allows me to take it off of her without having to force it down her hips. Then I slip my hand between her legs, kissing her neck as I unfasten the snaps that hold the bodysuit down. The scent of her wetness flies up with it, clouding my nostrils with her arousal. I hiss as I sink my teeth into her neck and she cries out. My hands work to take off her bodysuit. I need her naked.
“Your body is so fucking perfect,” I tell her as I cast the bodysuit aside, admiring her perky tits. I can't wait until they fill out from the baby.
Practically falling off of the stool, her cunt is on full display for me. I slide two fingers between her folds, slicking them with her wetness. They glide effortlessly back and forth, and she begins to breathe heavily again. Once she's on the edge, it's easier to take her back there. I have to be careful, or she'll come without my permission, and that would just ruin everything. I can't allow it to happen, so instead of focusing on her clit, I slip my fingers into her and hook them, slowly thrusting in and out, stretching her and preparing her for my dick.
“That's a good girl,” I whisper as I slide my fingers in all the way to the knuckles, then begin roughly pumping them, jerking her small body on the stool. I know it's taking great effort for her to stay in place.
“Please make me come, sir.” The need I was hoping to see on her face is already there, but I'm far from done playing with her.
Instead of continuing, I stop moving completely. “Do you think you have any say in what happens tonight?”
Her wetness is already dripping down my hand. I kiss her cheek, then her neck, my eyes locked on her thick nipples. They're so hard they could probably cut glass right now. I bet she's secretly yearning for me to play with them, fighting with everything in her not to touch them herself.
I wait until I know it's safe to begin again, then I start thrusting my fingers. Her greedy little pussy makes a squelching noise as I pump into it. Her breathing picks up almost instantly.
“You're so fucking wet. Look at how wet you are?” I pull my fingers from her before she has a chance to come, showing them to her. She looks at the glistening sheen on them for a fraction of a second before glaring at me again.
“You're terrible,” she whispers.
“But you love it. Look how hard your nipples are. How swollen your clit is.” I pull the hood back so she can see her bud peeking out. It's red with need, engorged and wanting my touch. My hands. My lips. Anything to give her that final push. “You want to be touched so badly, don't you?” I give her clit the lightest brush of my fingertips.
She lets out a tortured groan and bucks her hips towards me. I grip her hair, pulling her back and holding her in place.
“Oh no, angel. The devil gets his way tonight.” I give her clit a few more teasing strokes. The frustration in her eyes is almost palpable. She's looking at me so desperately, silently begging me to let her come.
I continue the torture until she's so horny that tears are streaming down her face. I know she loves this just as much as she hates it. She's being a good girl, and for that, she'll get a reward later.
I kiss her lips, thinking about how much I love her. Thinking of how lucky I was to find her. Not many women would put up with me.
“You're my little fucktoy for life now. You know that, right?” I jerk her head back, forcing her to look at me, my fingers planted inside of her to the brim. I vibrate them for half a second, and she shudders, her cunt clenching around me.
I tighten my grip in her hair, my voice raising several octaves. “What did I tell you not to do?”
“I'm sorry, sir,” she whimpers. “When you told me I was going to be your little fucktoy for life, it was just so hot. I was so happy, I couldn't help it.”
Her words soften my heart instantly. I know she's not lying.
“I need to punish you now,” I tell her, trying to sound like I'm pissed. “Get on your knees.” I guide her to the bed by her hair.
She takes the position, her back arched, her butt sticking up in the air. Seeing her wet pussy pushed out makes my dick strain in my slacks. I bite my bottom lip as I give her ass a slap so hard that the sound echoes. “What did I tell you not to do?”
“Come. You told me not to come, sir,” she cries out as I spank her.
Watching her butt turn pink and knowing that her tits are jerking beneath her makes my cock painfully hard. It won't be much longer before I'll have to be inside of her.
“Spread your legs. I want to see that disobedient pussy. I think it needs to be spanked, too.”
She does as she's told, exposing her sweet pink lips to me. I rub my palm over them before giving her cunt a gentle slap. Althea whimpers, but I feel her clit pulse.
“God damn, you look so ready to be bred.” I play with her clit while I stroke myself over my slacks. Her shoulders heave with heavy breaths. I know she's ready to come again.
I crawl onto the bed in front of her. She grins up at me, wiggling her butt. It's obvious she thinks I want a blowjob, but that's not the case.
“Turn around.” I make her sit on the bed and lean back against me with her legs spread. “If you want to come, you're going to have to finish the job yourself.” I reach around her to grope her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingertips.
“Are you really going to let me come, sir?” Her hand flies to her pussy, rubbing in tight circles as if she's scared I'm going to take it back.
“Yes. I want to see you make yourself cream.” I slide a hand up her body, tilting her head back to kiss me while the other hand roughly pulls on her nipple. She squeaks into my mouth, but her fingers never stop moving on her clit until she's gotten release, panting against my lips.
“Now it's my turn.” I stand, placing my palm on her chest to force her onto her back. I grab
her arm, pulling her to the edge of the bed like a rag doll. She looks exhausted and lost, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. I don't give her time to fully enjoy it, pulling my hard veiny sex from my slacks and releasing it on top of her mouth..
I grab her jaw, forcing her head all the way to the side and holding her in place while I slowly slide my tip in. Her lips close around me, and her tongue gets to work teasing my slit as I work myself in and out of her mouth.
“That's a good little girl. Take my cock. I should come all over your pretty face, but that pussy needs to be filled.”
Her breasts point up at me as I fuck her face, and I can't resist the urge to play with her perked nipples. She groans around me, her throat shuddering. It feels like heaven has descended on my dick. I thrust faster, wanting to feel more of it, my hands groping into the soft flesh of her breasts.
She slips a hand between her legs to pleasure herself again, but I quickly pull it away. “None of that. This is my time now.” I curl my fingers into her hair, rutting her mouth like an animal as punishment. It feels so fucking good that I can feel my stomach start to tighten. Much more of this and I'll shoot my load down her throat. Maybe I should. I've already put a baby in her. And we're in no hurry. We have all night. And the rest of our lives.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ALTHEA
NINE MONTHS LATER
Childbirth was hard on me. Our son came screaming into the world at ten pounds one ounce. They had to cut me open to get him out. I'd never seen worry on Gavin's face like I did that day. I'd never seen him pray or cry either. He was on his knees in the delivery room, clutching onto my hand, telling God that if he had to take someone that day, please let it be him and not me. It made me realize how deeply he loves me. If I weren't dizzy from all the painkillers they had pumped into me, I would have been swooning.
When the baby was delivered, and it was finally all over, we both cried tears of joy, clutching onto each other and our son Evan.