While she shivers with pleasure, I tease her hard clit with my fingers, watching her caress her own breasts, biting her lip, growing wetter with every stroke, whimpering and pouting as her hips prepare to fly off the mattress once again.
“Did you like that, baby?”
She nods, excitedly.
I lower my boxers and her eyes glance at my hardness. There’s a sudden gasp, but it fades into a lazy, flirtatious smile. There’s no fear in eyes, only desire.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please.” She extends her arms, calling me down to her and I can’t deny her or myself any longer.
Covering her with my body, I recapture those beautiful, full lips and kiss my virgin wife for the last time before I claim her as mine forever.
I need my Sadie, now. Wetting my cock in her moist folds, running it through her slit, I use the head to rub her clit, making her whine for it, beg me to make her mine. And she does. Wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, she pleads with her eyes, until she can’t help but cry out and unequivocally ask for it.
“Please, Troy, make me yours. I need you.”
Chapter 14
Sadie
I don’t have any close girlfriends. My mother ruined most of my friendships by meddling or keeping me from socializing, but if I did, first thing tomorrow, I would have to call and tell them about what Troy just did to me. It’s not like I don’t know men do that, I just didn’t know it could feel so good.
I seriously hope this is a regular part of his repertoire and not just a honeymoon thing.
Hovering over me, as he gazes into my eyes, I feel desperate for him. The feel of his huge cock, and my word, is it big, at my pussy has me clawing at him, arching my back, lifting my hips, behaving like such a wanton floozy, I fear he’ll tease me more just to teach me a lesson.
When he asks again, I nod and beg him to make me his. And this time, he nods and moves into me. I’m so wet, so slick, he moves in easily, but after more than an inch or two, I gasp.
What have I done?
Gripping my thighs possessively, he moves forward, butting against the barrier within, striking it twice until I grasp his chest, holding him off momentarily.
“Have you changed your mind, Sadie?” He smiles, kissing me to calm my nerves.
“No, I didn’t expect...is it you? Is it me?” I tremble with anxiety as I feel him move forward again.
“It’s probably a bit of both of us, my love. I’ll make you feel better. Do you trust me?”
I nod, and melt into his kiss, the kiss meant to distract me.
As his lips devour mine, and his hands roam my body, his thick cock thrusts all the way into me, shattering my senses along with my innocence, claiming me, branding me, stretching me open for him, until the excruciating pain of his invasion mixes with the mad pleasure of feeling my husband buried inside me, loving me, and making us one.
Slowly, the pain subsides and the incredible friction he creates makes me crave more as a wave of passion flows between us, consuming us, making us move together as one body with one ultimate purpose. Wailing in sweet agony, I’m lost to him, his scent, his love. When I feel my pussy tighten against his shaft and a rush of ecstasy surges through my trembling limbs, I cry out for him.
“Troy! I love you.”
“Sadie, my angel. I love you.” As Troy kisses me passionately, wildly, the building tension consumes us both. My body clenches around him, milking him, shattering in his arms, over and over as he holds me tightly to him, whispering words of love until we explode in a white-hot climax that leaves us breathless, overwhelmed and lost to a pleasure neither of us had ever known before.
Gathering me in his arms, my beautiful husband kisses me, wipes the beading sweat off my brow and props my sorry, weak limbs on a pillow.
“Are you pleased, Mrs. Donovan?”
I smile. “I couldn’t be happier. The good Pastor Donovan took such excellent care of me.”
“And he always will, my love.”
Lying next to one another, we gaze into each other’s eyes, blissfully exhausted, and blissfully in love.
I’m so happy.
Epilogue- 5 Months Later
Troy
Pregnancy does something to women. My darling girl has always been an exceedingly affectionate wife. To be perfectly honest, things are far better than I ever expected in that department and I expected quite a bit. Our honeymoon drive from Texas to New Hampshire was nothing short of a sexual tour of the American South and Mid-Atlantic states. I hardly remember seeing much outside of a hotel room until I insisted we take a tour of Washington D.C. while we were there.
My body needed time to heal.
This is what comes from marrying someone eighteen years younger than myself. I’ve always been in good shape, but that girl keeps me on my toes and now that her pregnancy hormones are in full swing, she’s liable to kill me.
This last month, I’ve been forced to think of excuses to stay a bit longer at work just to give my long-suffering cock an extra hour or two of rest, but I fear she’s on to me now. If I don’t get home at an appropriate hour, she’ll take matters into her own hands and then I’ll be left out in the cold the rest of the evening.
I only want a short time-out. I’m not looking to get thrown out of the game for the night.
When I arrive home, the lights are dim, and dinner is simmering on the stove. Sadie is nowhere in sight.
“Angel? Where are you?”
“I’m in here! Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.” She hollers from our bedroom and I wonder if she has a surprise for me.
Smiling as I tiptoe down the hall, expecting to catch my sweetheart in some naughty lingerie, I swing open the door and find her on the floor, fully dressed, assembling a bassinet.
“Hi, honey! Isn’t this adorable? My brother sent us a present. Isn’t it perfect for little James?” Her face lights up and she waves me over, handing me the screwdriver as she kisses me hello.
“It is. Did we decide on James? Aren’t you putting this together a bit early?” I kiss her, pulling her into my embrace. For all my complaining, the smell of stew mixed with her perfume has gotten me hard.
When she feels my erection stab her hip, she reaches for it, caressing it lovingly, and giggles sweetly in my ear.
“Troy Donovan, you only want what you can’t have. You’ve been bellyaching about me not giving you any rest and now that I do, you come to me as hard as steel.”
Drawing my lips to hers, I kiss my beautiful wife, cup her gorgeous ass and then lift her straight into my arms. When I carry her to our bed, she puts up a struggle, laughing when I toss her on the bed.
“Oh no, sir. We don’t have time for this. My stew is almost ready. It’s my first attempt and I have plans for us to eat by a fire that you have yet to kindle.” She tries to crawl off, but I stop her.
“Sadie. What about this fire?” Unbuttoning my shirt, I drop my pants and pull out my achingly-hard cock.
She freezes. I know my girl. She can’t and won’t turn down a perfectly good hard-on. Licking her lips, she gazes up at me with those big, blue eyes that first captured my heart, grips my shaft, takes a long, slow lick, and then swallows half my cock down her warm throat.
“Jesus, Sadie.” I shudder as I watch her work her magic.
I don’t know how she got so good so fast. She’s an overachiever and takes these things seriously, but my angel has some natural talent. Sliding it down eagerly, greedily, she looks up at me, enticing me to watch her as she tugs as she sucks, licking voraciously and engulfing me as deep as I’ll go. She can get more than half now. When she first tried on our honeymoon, she could only get down the first few inches, but she’s learned some tricks that have brought me to my knees on many occasions.
Like now.
“Sadie, I need to lie down.”
Taking me by the waist, she pushes me on the bed and continues her assault, pumping my shaft as she worships my cock with her mo
uth, forcing a continuous succession of grunts and groans from me, until I beg her to let me come on her tits.
“There’s no time. Come in my mouth, baby.” She doesn’t stop. Her mouth, her tongue, the suction, none of it stops, until I wind my hand in her hair to hold her still, feel myself tremble and growl, and erupt streams of come down her throat.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she flies off me. “Oh, my word! My stew!”
Running to kitchen, she screams out. “I love you, Troy. Now get changed and start that fire, mister!”
Lying half-dressed, stunned and drenched with Sadie’s saliva, I gaze down at my spent cock and see small smears of pink lipstick around my shaft. Laughing to myself, I wonder where I left that old milkshake straw. I think I can throw it away now.
God, I love that girl.
Epilogue - Six Years Later
Sadie
“If you two don’t stop fussing, I’m not taking you to pick out your pumpkins later today. Do I make myself clear?” I glare at our two boys, sitting next to me in the front pew, while we wait for their Daddy to finish his sermon. James is 5 and Jack is 3 ½, but they act like twins, driving their Mama crazy with their shenanigans.
“Yes, Mama.” They reply in unison.
Turning back to Troy, I gaze at those gorgeous green eyes while he goes on about some scripture, too distracted by that glorious, muscular frame to pay attention to very much coming out of his mouth. By the end of his service, he’s always too aroused from staring at my legs and the form of my breasts through my dress to think with a clear head. Every now and again, he’ll slam his hand down on the pulpit to jar my senses and rattle me a bit, knowing how much I love when he gets strict.
Who would have thought a pastor could be so nasty?
By the time we get home, make lunch, chase after the rug rats, play with our dogs and help the boys carve their pumpkins, I’m truly exhausted. The Autumn Festival is coming up soon and as the wife of the good Pastor Donovan I’m expected to have our front porch decorated in typical New England harvest splendor by this weekend, but Troy has promised to help. We won first prize last year.
But of course, we did. We’re a great team.
After I put the boys down for an afternoon nap, I hear the distinctive sound of my husband’s bedroom voice call to me from down the hall.
“Sadie, come here, my angel.”
Walking into our bedroom, I see the good pastor wearing nothing but a smile and hard as a rock.
“Troy! What if I walked in with one of the boys!” I close and lock the door.
“Settle down, we have the same thing.” Yanking me into his arms, he pulls my sweater over my head and tugs my leggings down along with my panties.
“I promise I’ll be more careful when this little one comes along.” He caresses my small bump. We just found out we’re having a girl in five months and we’re thrilled, but as Troy likes to remind me, we’re not done.
Tossing my limp body on the bed, he growls as he comes after me, spreading my thighs wide and burying his mouth in my pussy. He loves to go down on me and he loves it even more when I’m pregnant.
Such a nasty, nasty man.
Shuddering at his touch, I writhe helplessly as he digs his hands into the curve of my ass and brings me forward, lifting me to him, feasting on my pussy as I watch him gorge with such greedy delight I feel ripped apart by the coming climax, shred to pieces as I’m quickly overcome by wave after wave of savage adrenaline coursing through me. When he flicks my clit, sucking and licking with lusty madness, I lose all sense of propriety and howl indecent praise of this talented, skillful man.
“You like that, angel? You like coming in my mouth?” He looks up at me, observes my trembling, shattered body and smiles.
“Get over here, now.” I curl my finger and he pounces, like a wild animal. Pushing my knees high, he thrust his length into me, plunging deep, pressing his lips to mine, caressing my waist to hold me steady as I succumb to the dominant force of his lovemaking, begging him to give me more and more until I’m held captive by the addictive pleasure he provides.
Flipping me over, he makes me ride him, he loves when I ride him, and I show him no mercy. Grinding, rocking, I curl my body into him, bouncing back, impaling myself on his shaft, until the friction overtakes my senses and I lose control once again. Shuddering with an unexpected climax, I feel Troy stroke my clit, pushing me over the edge, forcing me to tumble in a screaming fit of desire that sends him over with me. Growling and groaning with unrestrained lust, Troy, pulls me forward but holds my hips down while he erupts deep inside me, like he always does, filling me until he empties himself entirely.
God, I love this man.
At night, after our boys have gone to bed and we sit in front of the fire with our two dogs, sipping apple cider spiked with rum, we talk about our plans for the holidays.
“Mama and Daddy are due to come for a visit over Thanksgiving.” I slide that in, while he’s still in a good mood.
“Really?”
“Troy Donovan. It’s much better than Christmas. Thanksgiving is in and out. One day to eat, a day to rest and they’re back to Texas by the weekend.” I chide, as I recline into his chest, making myself comfortable on the sofa.
“No, no, you’re right. You’re always right.” He kisses my cheek.
“I think Royce may come for a visit over the holidays. He says he’s finally met the love of his life.”
I perk up. “That’s wonderful! He was so sweet to us, Troy. You should marry them!”
“Sadie! He just said he’s met her. He didn’t say he’s proposed.” He furrows his brow, but I lean in and kiss him hard.
“Troy, as you say all the time, when a man knows, he knows. And Royce is 42-years-old now. He can’t be fooling around anymore.”
“I’m not sure if I meant that for all men, my love. I knew you were for me, Sadie Quinn-Donovan. I knew you were for me the moment I set eyes on you. I knew you’d make me happy and you, my love, have exceeded all of my highest expectations.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I sigh and melt into his warm body. “Oh Troy. I’m so happy you’re mine.”
“I’ll always be yours, my angel. And you’ll always be mine.”
Kissing my forehead, he whispers, “Just remember, we’re only six years into our old-fashioned romance. We have a long way to go.”
The End
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