The Marriage Mistake

by Natalie Knight

  Flames engulf me, heat spreading through me. I feel my own hips push upward against Daniel as his cock continues to swell inside of me.

  “It’s true,” he whispers and continues with the butterfly kisses.

  “And you’ve tried this?” I ask, not sure what to make of this.

  I want him to fuck me. I want him to pummel into me like there’s no tomorrow. Yet he seems content just to be inside me.

  “Of course not. I haven’t tried it before.”

  “Sounds kind of…” I try and think of the right words. “Sounds like the kind of sex you have after you’ve had a good fuck,” I finish eventually.

  “Okay, you win.”

  And without another word, Daniel starts to fuck me. At first he’s nice and slow, taking his time. But it doesn’t take long for him to increase his speed and rhythm.

  I dig my fingers into his back and meet him with each thrust.

  Finally, he’s fucking me the way I’ve wanted to be fucked since we came inside.

  I feel like I’m floating on clouds, weightless.

  His hands are back on my tits, and I love the sound his balls make as they slap against my naked flesh just below my pussy.

  A flicker deep inside me grows, and I can feel my muscles contracting. At the same time, Daniel is starting to shiver.

  I think he’s getting ready to unleash a huge load into his condom.

  The walls of my pussy grab his cock with each thrust, massaging it, milking and squeezing. As he’s building to his orgasm, his already massive cock swells and expands even more inside me.

  My pussy tingles, and I know there’s no stopping now.

  I erupt, like a volcano filled. There’s no way I can put a coherent thought together now. All I can do is revel in the exquisite sensation of pleasure, lust, and desire.

  Daniel comes at the same time, and I feel him pulsing inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over us both as we come together. He stays in me, even when his orgasm is finished.

  “I fucking swear, Rose,” he says into my ear, “we must try that other way one day as well.”

  I nod, my fingers drawing circles on his back. I don’t care what we do, as long as it involves his cock inside of my pussy.

  Daniel

  This girl is full of pleasant surprises. The drive home had seemed extra long because of my navel-gazing. The longer I pondered the problems we had, the more convinced I had become she was no longer interested in our original agreement.

  Of course, I have no idea why she’s still hanging in there, if that’s the case.

  A gold digger she’s not, I know that much.

  And then just as I’m getting ready for the huge fucking rejection, she invites me to the stay the night at her place.

  The fuck we just had was unbelievable.

  What can I say? I know one thing for sure, my choice to have her as mother for my heir has been fucking prefect.

  I’ve never met another chick like her. She’s full of surprises, and I just love being with her.

  Of course, as I pull out of her, I can see her eyes magically drawn to my latex covered dick. Like bees to honey, her eyes are on the condom.

  I sigh and attend to discarding it.

  “Let me see,” I say when I return to her and kneel in front of her. “I’m sure there’s a little matter I need to attend to here.”

  My hands are rubbing along her thigh, with my thumbs caressing the inside of them.

  Rose says nothing.

  Slowly, I massage those legs.

  “I guess you deserve a little reward for being a super well-behaved girlfriend tonight.”

  I watch her expression. She’s smiling, but not taking issue with the girlfriend comment.

  Good.

  “I didn’t disgrace you then? Or dishonor the family name?” she asks.

  I laugh out loud.

  “Hardly.” I lean forward to plant a little kiss on her pussy. She’s so fucking wet. Her juices are flowing, and I know just how to treat her.

  It takes no effort at all to spread her legs further apart. In fact, I pull her into a lying position and drape her legs over my shoulders.

  Her ass is on the edge of the couch, and her pussy in the perfect position for me to tongue-fuck her.

  “I like your mom,” Rose replies, and I stop any further conversation about my fucking mother by burying my face in her pubic hair. My tongue finds her clit and the opening of her fucking wet pussy.

  She gasps when I flick my tongue across her weak spot. Her ass lifts off the couch a little, and I use this opportunity to grab onto those fleshy ass cheeks.

  “Oh, Daaaaannniiiiiieeeel,” she squeals and thrusts her pelvis upward to meet my probing tongue.

  Instead of pushing deep into her, I explore the outer perimeter, taking extra care not to miss anything.

  A combination of moans, groans and yelps escape her lips. Most of what she says is undistinguishable.

  But, judging from what I can understand and her very wet pussy, I think I’m on the right path to give back for what she put in tonight.

  It’s never easy to meet the parents of your new partner. Of course, we’re not dating or anything, but the future in-laws don’t know this, and I’m sure it wasn’t easy for Rose.

  I myself was very apprehensive when I met her family. What’s more, I met most of her family at a gathering.

  Rose only had to meet Mom and Ruben, which might make it worse. I’m not sure which way is better.

  Small and intimate, which means of course you are examined by two people through a magnifying glass, each and every action and reaction examined in fine detail and later discussed ad nauseam?

  Or meeting the entire clan during a family gathering, where chances are you’re just one of many and so no one will pay you much attention?

  Perhaps I should have made it easy for Rose and introduced her to them at a family function. Unfortunately, none come to mind.

  Anyway, no point overthinking the matter. What’s done is done.

  As Rose’s pussy starts to tighten, I go deeper into her. She’s so wet now, some of her juices are dripping down my chin.

  I change position with my hands. Reluctantly, I pull them off her ass and move them toward her pussy.

  Here, I use my thumbs to push against her clit. It’s only a little bit of pressure, but the desired effect is achieved. I can feel her quiver underneath my touch.

  Like an arrow about to be nocked into a bow, her body is tense as I continue to assault her pussy with my tongue and fingers.

  “Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk,” she yelps, and I hope she’s not ready to come already.

  I want her to enjoy this, draw it out as long as possible.

  To see how she’s faring, I pull my face out of her and catch her eye. She’s lost in some place in another galaxy far, far, away.

  My tongue can still taste the saltiness of her pussy. She’s fucking delicious. I can’t get enough of her.

  With renewed vigor, I go back to pushing my tongue into that pussy of hers as far as it will go. My mouth now covers her mound, and I start to suck on it.

  Rose is thrusting her hip up toward me and is bucking with each inward thrust.

  I guess if she’s going to come, nothing I can do about it.

  I focus on my rhythm and speed. In and out my tongue darts, and I can feel my own cock throb and pulse and beg to be part of the action.

  As I’m sucking and licking, I can feel Rose tense beneath me before exploding in a fountain of pleasure.

  The walls of her pussy try to grab my tongue and squeeze it. But I pull out before they can.

  When Rose’s body finally stops convulsing I pull out my tongue and look at her.

  “Now,” I ask, “how’re you feeling?

  Rose shrugs. “Okay, I guess.”

  “Okay, I guess?” I try and sound calmer than I feel. “What kind of an answer is that? Okay?”

  The football match can be okay, or the weather, as can the snowfall a
nd the amount of rain we’ve had―but it seems a strange way to describe how you’re feeling after such an intense personal experience.

  Is she alright? I peer at her and her push a stray hair behind her ears.

  Maybe something is bothering her? Was it the fact we’ve not had any further discussion about our arrangement, or something else? She could of course be concerned about the condom problem, or her work?

  Let’s face it, at any given point in time, several things can be on our mind. We human beings are complex things.

  I doubt many of us can ever just be in the moment. And no doubt Rose right now is thinking about multiple things.

  Guilt seeps through me. Okay, so I should be raising the subject of our joint project, but I doubt now is the right time.

  With a sigh, I accept there may never be the right time. Something will always be in the way or just happened to make it awkward to discuss a topic as deep and serious as having a baby together.

  “What can I do to make you feel on top of the world?” I change my tactic.

  This way she’ll have to tell me what’s troubling her. Reverse psychology. Instead of asking what’s wrong, I’m asking what I can do to improve things.

  “I’d really like something to drink,” replies Rose and stands up.

  I’m taken by surprise. I had not expected this or seen it coming.

  “You want something?” she calls over her shoulder, and I follow her every movement as she moves naked through her apartment.

  Moonbeams come in through the gaps in the curtains and throw a magical light over Rose. As I’m staring at her, I can almost believe she’s a fairy. Now, that would make life a little more interesting, wouldn’t it?

  Mom, meet my fairy girlfriend.

  Inwardly, I chuckle at my own joke.

  “Sure,” I call back. “What’re you having?”

  “I’ve got a rose in the fridge I thought might go nicely with some chocolate. Food and drink for the soul,” explains Rose as she returns with both those things.

  She invites me to pour the light pink liquid, and I watch her break the chocolate into smaller pieces.

  Chocolate.

  I take a piece and rub it over her nipples.

  She shrieks. “It’s sticky,” she announces, and I bend forward to lick it off. Then I pick up my wine glass and propose a toast.

  “To Rose and chocolate,” I raise my glass.

  She giggles but copies me. We utter the same words at the same time.

  After I swallow my sip, I turn to Rose.

  “Not a bad drop. Now where were we?”

  I lean into her to kiss her, bringing her into submission, and she melts into me, offering no resistance.

  Rose

  I feel as if I’m drowning, and only Daniel’s lips are able to save me. All of me clings to him, and almost of its own volition, my body presses into his, seeking out his nakedness.

  When or where I’ve had this significant change in personality, I don’t know.

  What I do know is a few weeks ago, before Daniel fucked me, I was nothing like this.

  If I believed in fairytales, I’d say some witch has cast a spell over me and turned me into a sex-crazed being.

  I guess I should be happy about this development, being turned into a sex addict. I mean, it could be worse; she could have turned me into a frog, a donkey, or―horror of horrors―a fly. Witches usually do that sort of stuff. They turn you into something ugly, tiny, or useless.

  Just think about being turned into a fly. There’s nothing more annoying, other than maybe a mosquito, than a fly which seems to have no purpose on earth whatsoever.

  Flies just buzz around aimlessly and land on humans for no other reason than to be a pain in the ass.

  What the fuck am I thinking? There’s no witch, no fairytale. Let’s face it, if there is a fairytale, Daniel would have talked to me about the arrangement by now, the one where he wants me to have his baby.

  “I know what we should do,” murmurs Daniel in my ear, and I’m dragged out of my navel gazing. I smile at him.

  “And that would be?” I take a sip of my wine.

  “Melt the chocolate.” He kisses me on the tip of my nose and heads for the kitchen.

  I’m not exactly sure what he’s doing, so I follow.

  His shadow falls across the floor, and I can see his massive member sticking straight up in the air.

  It didn’t take him long to get hard again. Briefly, I wonder if he’s brought a spare condom, but then push the thought aside.

  Daniel randomly opens cupboards and drawers until he finds what he’s looking for.

  Instead of offering to help, I stand behind him and use my hands to explore his body. I push against his strong abs and let my fingers crawl lower. Since the tip of his dick is pointing in the direction of my traveling hands, it doesn’t take long for me to touch him.

  I encircle the tip of his cock with my fingers before I wrap my hand around him.

  He quivers at my touch. Gently, I squeeze him before I take my hand away altogether to watch in fascination as his cock tries to follow my fingers.

  It occurs to me how powerful a woman’s touch can be. I can make his cock dance to the tunes of my fingers.

  I can’t stand it anymore, my insides are burning with desire, so I slide down onto my knees and around his front.

  Now, his delicious cock is at eye level. I lick my lips, and I watch in enthrallment as his love rod bends toward my mouth.

  I poke my tongue out and lick its tip. He tastes salty, manly, and full of sexual power. My pussy contracts and demands that I let him enter me again. But right now, I want to suck every last drop of cum from him.

  “Roooseee,” Daniel moans and stops what he’s doing. “I—” But further words are cut off when my mouth cups his tip and sucks on it.

  As if I’ve got a candy in my mouth, I lick and suck and lick again. Each time, he swells a little more in me.

  I watch his hands grab the kitchen counter for support. It’s a bit cramped, and I pull off of him.

  “Why don’t you…” I start, but Daniel’s already half turned away from me, so his back is now against the cupboard, and I can comfortably move to be in front of him.

  My hands rub his abdomen and then find his balls, as my mouth continues to tease.

  He’s bucking against my face, trying hard to push all the way into me, but I’ve got my ways to make the most of this.

  Briefly, I pull off of him altogether and grin.

  “Fucking little slut, you can’t just tease me like that,” he growls and tries to force my mouth open.

  “Getting a little impatient, are we?” I laugh and blow him a little kiss on the tip again.

  I watch as goosebumps form on his leg and tummy. I repeat this action, and his dick bounces up and down in search for the source of pleasure.

  My eyes glisten with excitement. I never knew I had so much power in my mouth.

  Slowly, I run my tongue along his shaft all the way to the base. Here, I circle him before coming back up on a different spot. His cock’s vibrating like crazy. I hold onto it with one hand and then repeat the action.

  After a few minutes of licking him all over, I finally open my mouth and take all of him in. I don’t know if he’s ten inches or twelve. All I know is he’s huge and goes nearly all the way down my throat.

  For a moment, I wonder if I might gag, but it doesn’t take long at all for me to adjust. A little tilt of my head back and, bingo, he’s all the way in, and I can start bobbing up and down on him.

  I start slow and gentle. My hands are now attending to his balls. Like an expert juggler, I roll them around and squeeze them before releasing them. When my mouth hits the base, I let my tongue dart out and lick him there.

  It doesn’t take long for Daniel to feel as if he’s going to come sooner rather than later, I’m certain.

  I slow right down. In fact, I let him pop out of me with a loud smack.

  “Fucking little slut,
what are you doing to me?”

  Instead of a reply, I nip the tip of his dick and then lick it. I want to see how far I can take things.

  “Little fucking slut,” he groans but pushes toward me. Clearly, he wants more. And lucky for him, I can deliver.

  Another nip, another lick, another suck. I repeat this a few times. By now my own pussy is so fucking ready, I think I may just have an orgasm from pleasuring him. My nipples are rock hard and dying for some attention.

  Finally, I leave my lips wrapped around him and suck as hard as I can. I increase my rhythm and speed and feel his cock throb and grow and thicken impossibly larger.

  And then his whole body stiffens, and I know he’s going to come. But instead of coming in my mouth, he pulls out of me and pushes my head back. I’m too surprised to resist.

  Seconds later, his cock erupts fountain-like, and he sprays cum all over me. It lands on my face, my eyes, my neck, my chest, and even my belly.

  I open my mouth a little and catch some of it as he sprays his juices all over me. Some of it lands on my eyelashes, and I look at him through a haze of cream-colored cum.

  When he’s finally finished, he leans forward and wipes my eyes with his fingers. Then he holds it in front of my face. I lick it clean.

  “Now.” He reaches behind him, and I see him take a bowl from the bench. With it in hand, he bends down in front of me.

  Mesmerized, I watch him dip his finger in and come out with melted chocolate. He smears it over me, on my nipples, and down my chest―and a tiny blob goes onto my pussy.

  “Fuck,” I moan and lean back against the door of the cupboard.

  Then I feel his tongue dart across me start cleaning me.

  My body feels as if it’s standing in flames. Wherever he roams, he leaves a trail of burning desire. I fear this might be too much for me.

  There’s a growing throbbing in my pussy, and I feel like jumping up and pushing myself down on his dick.

  I know he’s ready again. I can tell from the way it’s springing back to life.

  Daniel has removed all the chocolate from my tits, nipples, and belly. He’s moving to my pussy.

  His tongue darts over my clit and moves from side to side. I’m sure the chocolate is long gone, but he continues his assault.