by Dani Wyatt
Since the first day we played darts, he was hard, and there’s rarely, if ever, been a time we’ve been together since when that hasn’t been the case. He makes me giggle a little as he comes up and slips both his hands around the back of my neck, then up into my hair.
“What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know how you walk around with that thing.” I say, secretly loving that just being around me makes him hard. “You’ve been like that since that first day.”
“You noticed and didn’t run. I can’t help it, he’s been yours since the first second I saw you, and he wants what’s his.”
Brann runs a hand down my neck and cups my breast under the lacy fabric of my dress.
“I can’t believe we just got married.” My heart thumps and a wetness gathers in my panties as Brann’s hand moves from one breast to the other.
“I’m done waiting for what I want.”
With that, I squeal on a gasp and I’m up off the ground being lifted in his arms as he ascends the two steps to the front door of the cabin. He kicks open the door and inside there are more white roses everywhere, and candles covering every flat surface. It’s a proper old cabin, too, with worn walls and just enough space for a massive bed.
“You’ve been a busy guy.”
“It’s a miracle what a few phone calls and an Amex can do.”
He sets me down next to the bed and takes complete possession of my mouth. I melt, my hands going to his chest and I feel his heartbeat racing to match mine. The kiss starts soft, but within seconds the energy changes. Brann is rumbling in his chest, his hands are tugging at my dress and it’s as though we are coming back together after some horrible separation.
“Off.” He grunts into my mouth and I hear the zipper on the back of my dress. A moment later he’s got me stripped and completely naked, except for the boots he gave me.
We keep kissing the entire time and I hope that he is as addicted to kissing me as I am to him. From the way his hands are moving up and down my body without breaking the connection to my lips, I’d say the answer is yes.
He lifts me up and onto the bed in one sweeping motion, finally disconnecting our lips, and I’m left breathless and covered in goosebumps.
“God, you are beyond beautiful, you know that?” His hands go to his shirt and he tears it off, angry that the material is anywhere near his skin. Every muscle in his torso is rock hard, the brush of dark hair just perfect over his chest, and I so badly want to kiss him everywhere.
After he tosses his shirt to the floor, he proceeds to tug each of my boots off while his eyes run up and down the entire length of my body. He lights on my eyes, just for a moment, then his hands lay on my knees and his gaze settles firmly between my legs.
“What?” I ask, heat covering my face.
“Spread your legs.” He growls and steps back. “I want to admire what’s mine.”
As he works his pants off, his eyes never move and I do exactly as he asks. My belly is trembling but the way he’s staring at me has the wetness dripping out of me. I never knew being desired like this could feel so amazing.
Brann strips down and tosses the rest of his clothes where his shirt landed a few moments ago, then climbs onto the bed by my feet. His cock is thick and ready, the vein on the bottom standing out dark and firm, and I want to kiss it. I want to run my tongue up and down.
His hands come to push my legs wider apart, then he brings his fingers down to spread me open, his thumb running gently around my clit, never touching it directly, and I arch at the contact.
“You’re so wet. Do you know how that makes me feel? That you are wet for me?” Brann’s deep voice echoes in the small space.
I watch him reach down and give himself a few strokes with his hand, and another gush of desire comes out of me. Seeing him touch himself is pushing me to the verge of cumming and he’s barely touched me.
“Do you know how it makes me feel that you are always hard for me?” I respond, barely containing the moan that catches in my throat as he slides a single finger inside of me and holds it there.
“God, you are tight, Babygirl. I know it’s going to hurt and I’m going to say I’m sorry right now, because once I’m here I don’t know how gentle I’ll be. I fucking need you, Ri. I want to fill you with me and never leave. I hope you are ready for that because I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making up for lost time.”
Before I can answer, his mouth is on me and I no longer have the breath. He kisses my outer lips, so softly at first, then nibbles and licks as his finger begins to dance in and out of my opening.
He kisses every part of my pussy, his tongue lapping, then pushing inside me, replacing his fingers. He’s everywhere and before I know it, I’m tumbling into a shaking orgasm that seems to never end. And Brann is moaning along with me as I thrash and buck onto his face.
He brings a heavy hand up to pin me in place and his mouth doesn’t relent until I’m spinning into another climax, one that leaves me heaving and unable to form clear thoughts.
I glance down to see him moving over me. The look on his face is like a predator, ready to take the last breath from his prey.
“You are even more beautiful when you cum. I want to see that every day for the rest of my life, Ri.”
He kisses me gently and the scent of my sex swirls between us.
“I won’t say no.” I kid on a soft giggle.
His cock brushes my clit and I draw a sharp breath as his eyes lock onto mine.
“Are you ready, baby?” Brann takes a deep breath and I can see the raw need in his eyes. The restraint is causing his muscles to twitch and I move my hips up to answer him.
“Are we going to…use anything?” The thought crosses my mind and I feel like it’s what I should ask. The responsible new wife, and all that.
The look of confusion on Brann’s face is quickly replaced by determination.
“Never. There will never be anything between us, Ri. If you get pregnant, all the better. You are mine, no matter what, but that would make you even more mine and the world would know. It’s my cock in your cunt, no latex, nothing. I want us to feel all of each other, baby, always. For now and forever.”
“I love you.” The words tumble out as the tip of his cock pushes just inside me.
“I love you, too. Don’t look away. I want us to see each other right now. I want to see your soul, Ri, because I’m giving you mine.”
With a jolt of pain, Brann is inside of me. I pant a few breaths but keep my eyes on his. They are wild, and he’s shaking.
The pain is far greater than I expected. I know Brann is huge, I’ve seen his monster of a cock already, but it’s still the best moment of my life even as he stretches my virgin body.
I quickly wrap my arms and legs around him and swallow hard as he holds himself still inside me.
“You okay, baby?” He chokes out the words and then grits his teeth so hard I hear them crack.
“Yes. I’m okay. More. I want more. I want all of you.”
“I can barely get inside you, Riona. You’re fucking amazing, so wet and warm, but so tight. So, so tight.” His eyes roll back as he grimaces and pushes forward.
“Harder. Just do it. Don’t hold back, Brann, remember? We’ve wasted so much time already, and I want you. I’ll be okay…”
Brann nods and takes a deep breath, kissing me before he slowly pushes forward again, causing another lightning jolt of pain which makes me wince.
“Fuck. I’m fucking hurting you.” The pain in his eyes is killing me.
I bring my hands to his cheeks and focus him as my voice turns lusty and pleading. “Fuck me, Brann. Do you hear me? I want you to fuck me.”
The fire in his eyes ignites and within a second he’s thrust nearly his entire length into me on a roar that would rival any wild beast. I cry out, arching my back against the pressure from his cock, but hook my ankles behind him and hold on tight. He drives forward the rest of the way, then eases back before thrusting
forward once again. The pain is pushing me to the limit, but my cries are of ecstasy, not pain.
“You have no fucking idea how good you feel.” Brann’s thick voice rises above the sound of my heavy breath and the sound of my wetness. “I feel like I rule the God-damn world right now.”
His words sooth the pain, making me feel like I am his most precious possession. I love it, feeling like I belong to him, feeling him moving inside me.
His lips come down to kiss along my neck, sending shivers over my body as I begin to move my hips with him.
“That’s my girl.” His voice shakes. “My wife.”
As the tension grows inside me, I bring my hands into his hair, pulling and holding on, feeling less pain with every stroke and getting closer to the edge. Our bodies move together in waves as though both of us know exactly what to do.
This is nothing like the fumbling, immature first times my friends have told me about over the years. No. This is something much more real, much more primal. Something that was always supposed to happen, from the moment my soul came into existence.
I moan into Brann’s chest and grip his hair tighter.
“You’re so beautiful like this. I want to feel my wife cum on my cock. I’ve dreamed of this. I want you to cum for me today. Like this, baby. Our first time, we cum together. I’m fucking close, your pussy is sucking me off, I never fucking imagined it could feel so good.”
His voice catches in his throat as he moves a hand to one breast and twirls my nipple.
“Kiss me.” I whisper. “I want my husband to kiss me when I cum for him.”
I surprise even myself with such brazen talk. For a girl so innocent, I’ve taken to Brann like it’s second nature. His mouth comes hard down onto mine and he sighs at my words, his hips beginning to move in a different sort of motion that presses his body firmly on my clit, moving round and round until there’s a throbbing, overwhelming need.
I drop my hands to his back and dig in, pushing my hips upward to take all the connection I can get.
Our kiss takes on the rhythm of our other movements, and every muscle in Brann’s body is quivering as I run my hands up and down his back. The bed moves, rocking and heaving against the wall in a solid, beating rhythm. The scent of the roses, of the candles, of Brann and sex…it is something I never want to forget.
When he growls it sounds painful, and he drives harder and deeper, faster and faster. He’s sliding in and out so easily that the pain is different now. I’m just full of him, completely overwhelmed with the sensations and my body tightens.
I whimper and Brann pulls back from our kiss.
“Cum, baby. Fucking please, I want to feel it. Want to see it…” His eyes are wild, narrow like an animal’s. “You are perfect. You amaze me…”
His hands move to my ass and he grips me tight, driving in and out until I’m holding my breath, and in the next moment an orgasm takes over, rocking me into another world.
“Fuck, yes.” I vaguely hear his words as his cock swells inside of me and I feel the pulsing begin. Hot liquid fills me and Brann’s noises drown out all other sounds.
He cums hard and long and I topple over into a series of orgasms so rapid and quick that I don’t know where one ends the other begins.
When I finally calm down, Brann’s arms are completely around me, holding onto me like I may disappear. I feel the stream of liquid dripping out of my body as he holds himself, deep and full, inside of me.
“I never want this to end.” He rumbles into my neck and I yelp as his words are replaced by teeth. The pain makes my body quake and nearly pushes me into another quick climax.
We are both breathing hard, slick with sweat and I clutch at him the same way he does to me, daring the devil or anyone to take him away from me.
To take this away from us.
As our bodies cool our breathing slows, and the reality that this man is my husband truly begins to dawn on me. I don’t know if it is from the release of the orgasms or what, but I suddenly have to fight back the tears as they start to stream down my face.
I’m shaking and sobbing under his body but feeling so safe as he blankets me with his massive frame. Feeling his cock twitch, still buried inside me, I squeeze my muscles and try to hold on to him even there.
“Baby, what is it? Are you hurting?” The concern in his voice only makes me cry harder. “I fucking love you. I’m so sorry I had to hurt you. It will get better now. The first time…so I hear…is bad, but each time will get better. Tell me what’s wrong?”
He kisses and wipes the tears from my face with his lips and fingers until I can gather my voice.
“I just don’t want to let you go. I feel like you’re going to disappear. Like this is all a dream. From the day I met you until now…it just feels like it’s not real sometimes. And I think I’d die if you left…if—”
He presses his palm over my mouth and begins to move inside me again.
“I’m never fucking leaving. This is more than just us, Ri. This is destiny. We were in love before we were born. We were created for each other. I know it in my soul. We are two parts of the same whole, it just took us this long to find each other. No one, nothing, can ever take you from me. Never.”
He kisses me hard and begins to fuck into me with a fury. I know he is not angry with me, but what I felt before that came out as tears, I think he feels as well in some way. Only he expresses it by taking my body again. And this time, it is with a possessive vengeance as I arch into him, submitting and giving myself to him completely.
16
Brann
“You belong to me.” I’ve got my hands tangled in her hair on both sides of her head, driving my cock down her magical throat.
The fire is crackling and it—along with the twenty candles I requested—are the only light in the small space. It’s enough though. Enough to highlight her beauty and still let me see everything.
She nods, her mouth obscenely wide as she takes me whole, all the while her eyes burrowing into mine. There is a light there, a twinkle that even as I make her my dirty lovely wife, she understands this is beautiful to me. Profound even.
Yeah, I get it, what dude says throat fucking his new wife is profound? Well, it is to me. To us. We waited for all this, waited to be the one and only for each other, and discovering all the pleasures is as natural to us as going out for coffee. If I’d not been sure I’d won the jackpot with Riona before our wedding night, I’d be an idiot to not be sure now.
“Good girl. You like that cock down your throat, don’t you? Swallowing my cum, never spilling a drop.” I grit out the words like an animal that’s just been given the power of speech.
She nods as I draw back and let her take a breath. Tears seep from the corners of her eyes while her lips turn up in a small smile, letting me know we are together still.
I fuck back into her mouth, needing to own every inch of her.
“I’ll give you everything. But you know I’ll also take. Take you. Use you. Whenever I need you, however I need you, for as long as I need you.” My voice lowers as my balls tighten.
She’s licking the underside of my dick with her magnificent tongue even as she does this sucking and flicking. Her tits bounce and sway with the force of my movements while her tiny hands grip the backs of my thighs, trying desperately to hold on.
Looking down at her, fresh fucked and messy, on her knees with that innocent light in her eyes, I know we are fulfilling our destiny.
“Fuck, baby.” I press down into her throat again and she does this thing.
Jesus, this thing.
She’s massaging the head of my cock with the back of her throat and it’s all I can take.
Her fingernails dig into the flesh of my legs as the first jets of cum flow down her throat and I throw my head back in a roar. Every muscle in my body locks down and I see stars.
Then I cum so hard and so long a rush of dizziness hits me and I withdraw from her mouth and lower onto my knees in front of her.
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She grins at me, swiping the back of her hand across her mouth.
“Did you like that?” She smirks and I bring my hands to her cheeks.
“Uh, did you just swallow about a pint of cum?” I barely catch my breath between words.
She giggles. “At least. Not a drop was wasted.”
“How the hell you know what to do, I don’t know, but all I can say is ‘thank you, Jesus’. Waiting for you was an honor, my wife. Knowing no one else has ever touched us, that there will never be the thought of who came before, means so much to me. For me too, you know. I’m fucking happy I’ll never think about another woman, what she did or didn’t do when we’re together.”
Her eyes light up like the spring sun. “I’m happy too. About that. Very.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her soft forehead, then drop a hand down between her legs, slipping my finger upward and enjoying the drenched recesses I find. “Not just a good girl, either. My good baby girl. Getting wet for me just sucking my cock. As if you could be any more perfect for me.”
“What can I say, duck to…” her mouth opens and her eyes roll back before I see her deliberately focus “…water I guess.”
Her words turn to moans and I finger fuck her until she fills my hand with her juice. Then I lay her back on the soft rug in front of the fireplace and make slow love to her until the sun is setting.
“You know we are going to die of dehydration if we keep this up.” Riona stares up at me as I lap between her legs.
“It will be a good way to go.” I manage, kissing her clit and watching her body jerk. Her little nub is long and swollen and her folds are thick and look a bit road worn. But my girl hasn’t complained and has taken everything I’ve given her with more enthusiasm than I could have wished for.
“Nonetheless.” She reaches down to swat me on the top of the head and I look up from my point position above her sweet as fuck pussy. “Food, Brann. I need food. And water.”