Big Man’s Happily Ever After

by Wylder, Penny

  “Absolutely.”

  Our lips crash together and I moan, because he tastes so good, like sweet champagne and something that my drunk brain says might be hope. His hand runs down my side, stroking down my hip to the hem of my dress and teasing my skin. Will’s lips are on my neck and then my shoulder, and I realize we’re lying down on the couch when he returns to my lips. He’s leaving me breathless in the best way. Like I’ve just run a marathon and can’t wait to do it again.

  His hand runs up the inside of my leg, and I part for him. His fingers touch the fabric of my underwear and I’m already so wet, so ready, so sensitive, that I shudder. He deepens our kiss, coaxing my lips open with his tongue, mimicking the motion with his fingers down below. He doesn’t go underneath my panties, just strokes me over them, and I want more. I push myself into his hand and his fingers find my clit through the fabric, stroking and circling. God, it feels so good. How long has it been since I’ve had sex? I can’t even remember. What kind of relationship was I in that I can’t even remember the last time I had sex? Because my fiancé was fucking my sister. Familiar anger floods me and I push myself harder against Will, the strength of my anger making me want him that much more.

  Will’s fingers don’t stop, circling and circling, and the orgasm bursts through me swift and unexpected. I cry out into his mouth, shaking and feeling my underwear grow even wetter. Oh god, it’s like a blast of pleasure straight through my nerves, and I know that was just a taste. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his body to me. I want him. I want this. I can feel the strain of his erection pressing against me through his pants, and I smile at him, loving that he wants this too.

  “I can think of a place that’s better to do this,” he says.

  I laugh. “We already moved once.”

  “True, but I think I underestimated the timeline. It’s not far, I promise.”

  “It better not be.” I don’t want to wait. I want to feel him on me and inside me. I want to ride this high of confidence and pleasure for as long as I possibly can. Will has me up and moving before I can even blink. I’m barely aware of the journey. I know there are touches. An elevator where we leave the mirrors fogged before we leave. His fingers brushing under the hem of my dress to touch my ass. And of course, the glorious kisses. Even if we did nothing else, I would be blown away by his lips and the way it feels like he’s kissing my whole body.

  We’re in a hotel room now, and it’s gorgeous, but I honestly don’t care about that. I care about the fact that we’re now alone and there’s nothing stopping me from getting exactly what I want. I push the jacket of his suit to the ground and undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing a toned and tanned chest, perfection. The shirt joins the jacket on the floor and I lean forward to use my mouth on him. I want to taste his skin. But Will pulls me back. “My turn.”

  He spins me around, undoing the zipper of my dress and letting it fall to the ground. His hands skim my waist, and pull me back against his chest. I’m tiny compared to him. Even in my high heels. His cock is hard against my ass, and now I can feel just how big he is in a way I couldn’t before. His hands rise to cup my breasts, and he squeezes them, making me moan.

  My bra joins the rest of our clothing in a heap on the floor as he turns me back around. “You’re perfect.” I’m still blushing as he scoops me up and places me on the bed. His mouth is on my stomach, tasting my skin, and it makes me imagine his mouth and his tongue exploring other places. How I would come apart if he would just move a little bit lower. Taste me.

  Will’s fingers catch the sides of my panties and pull them off slowly, devouring every inch of me with his eyes as I’m finally naked in front of him. Holding my underwear in his hand, he raises them to his nose and inhales deeply. The groan he makes is both mortifying and arousing. The blush that runs through me feels like it turns my whole body red with embarrassment, yet somehow, I’m even more turned on. “I would bottle this scent if I could,” he says, tucking my panties into his pocket. “Nothing in the world smells the way a woman does when she’s wet for you.”

  His words and the raw tone of his voice unlock even more of my desire, and I’m rubbing my legs together, trying to hide it and feel it all at once. I move to kick off my high heels, but Will catches my ankle. “Leave them on. I love high heels, and I want to feel these digging into my back by the time we’re finished.”

  I barely have time to absorb his words as he pushes my legs apart and devours me whole. I don’t remember where I am or who I am, nothing but the pleasure of his mouth on me as I come apart. I was so ready that all it took was a touch and I’m coming, gushing into his mouth and begging for more as he drinks me in. I don’t stop coming either. Wave after wave takes my body and my mind further from the room until I’m gasping.

  The soft clinking of metal brings me back, and I look down the bed to see Will undoing his belt, pushing down his pants. My eyes follow the lines of his chest down lower. Nothing about him seems like it can be real—hard and perfect. I’ve had so many orgasms that I must be imagining his cock, right? He retrieves a condom from his discarded pants and rolls it on, and no, I’m not imagining it.

  He climbs onto the bed with me, and slides up my body, the feeling of his skin on mine the perfect heat. I open my legs as he settles between them, slipping inside me as if he belongs there. I feel stretched in the best possible way. I look up at him just as he pulls back to look at me, and there’s something on his face that I can’t quite describe. Maybe I’m imagining things. I am hopelessly drunk, and I love it.

  Will starts to move. Not the pounding thrust that I’m expecting, instead a slow, grinding wave. The pressure builds in my pussy and behind my clit until I can’t take it anymore. I lift my hips to meet his, I pull him closer with my legs, and finally I ask. “Please.”

  “Please what?” There’s a wicked smile on his face.

  “Please more.”

  He leans down and brushes his lips across mine, the brief flash of tongue adding a burst of fire straight down my spine and into my clit. “More, I can do.” The next thrust is deep and hard, and I see stars. He doesn’t stop now, his rhythm fast and sure, plunging deeper until it becomes hard to tell where we separate. The friction between us is like magic and it’s only minutes before I’m teetering on the edge again, ready to fly over. I try to move my hands, to pull him even closer, but they’re still trapped in his and I have the sensation of being completely surrounded by him. It’s overwhelming.

  Really the last person I want to think about in the moment is Wyatt, but it’s only a flash. How he never compared to this. The next thrust evaporates Wyatt from my mind, and the next sends me tumbling into an orgasm so good that I scream, back arching up into Will as the pleasure ripples outward, driving through my body with the force of a train. Every nerve in my body is drenched with it, is shaking with it, is overwhelmed with it. And then I’m limp and panting underneath Will, him still and hard and ready inside me.

  Will slips out for only a moment, only long enough to flip me onto my stomach before he reclaims my hands and slides back into me. A moan falls from my lips as he enters me, I’m swollen and sensitive and so not ready for it to be over. And judging from the state of his cock, it’s not even close to being over. Will’s body is hard and hot against my back as he rocks into me. “Do you feel what you do to me?” he asks, rolling his hips so he hits that spot deep inside me. The way he feels in this position is exactly what I asked for: it’s more. He feels deeper and bigger and I’m even more surrounded by him.

  “You make me so hard, baby. We’re not going to stop until you ask me to.”

  I laugh, wiggling my ass against him and enjoying the guttural groan that comes from his mouth. “It might be a while,” I say. “Are you up for it?”

  Will laughs too, one filled with unspoken promises that make me shiver. “Let’s find out.”

  He slams into me, and my world goes blinding white as I’m pulled back into the world of unending pleasure
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  3

  The warmth of the sun on my back is what wakes me. The view of Vegas that greets me when I open my eyes is stunning. A wall of windows looking out over the strip. Wow. But I know I’m not here alone. Slowly, I turn over, and there he is. Gorgeous and perfect and still asleep. His hair is falling over his forehead while his head is turned toward me. The sheets are tangled around his thighs, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not that I need to imagine since I’ve seen it all. But seeing it like this in the morning light is a whole other—and maybe otherworldly—experience.

  I can’t believe I had a one-night stand. It’s so unlike me, but at the same time, I’m so happy that I let myself go. I let myself have fun, and my god, the orgasms. There was never a time with Wyatt where our sex life was that…explosive. I feel like I’m always angry now, and even the thought of Wyatt intruding on this perfect morning makes me see red. But I have an outlet right here, and already my body is craving that experience again. There’s a tiny voice in my mind. Why not some more before you leave?

  Will’s cock is half-hard as he sleeps, and I slide closer to him across the bed. His breathing is deep and even, and I can’t keep the smile off my face. I’ve always wanted to wake someone up this way. Wyatt never wanted me to disturb his sleep and he never liked morning sex. I have an inkling that morning sex might be Will’s favorite kind. He stirs as I wrap my fingers around his cock, and I watch his chest and then his face as his breathing hitches. His cock hardens under my hand, and he makes a low sound that tells me he’s waking up and that he likes it.

  I laugh softly and shift my body so I have better access to his cock. This is something I didn’t get to do last night, and I want to. I want to taste him. I wrap my lips around his head, and suddenly, I’m blinded by a flash from my finger, wrapped around his cock. What the fuck? I jerk away from Will, and look down at my hand, a very big and what looks like a very real diamond shining on my left hand. Oh my god, what did I do? I remember kissing Will, I remember him fucking me into pleasurable oblivion, but I don’t remember this.

  “I don’t think there’s a better way to wake up than with a gorgeous woman’s mouth on your cock, until she stops. I’d love it if you kept going.” His voice is rough with sleep and I look up to find a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

  My mouth is still hanging open, and I turn my hand to face him. “What is this?”

  “A ring.”

  “Why does it look like an engagement ring?”

  He grins. “Because we couldn’t get matching wedding bands, so we decided to just go with that one for now.”

  “I don’t think we decided anything. Please tell me that this is a practical joke or something.”

  He stops smiling for a second. “What do you remember from last night?”

  “I remember the club, and coming here, and…” I blush, “a lot of sex. That’s about it until now.”

  “Hmm.” Will rolls towards me and pulls me back down and rolls me over so he’s hovering above me. His hand strokes down my cheek, and even that simple touch sends my heart racing. I know what follows his simple touches and my whole body is craving that exquisite pleasure. “Then I get the happy task,” he says, “of reminding you that you’re my wife. Now and forever.”

  My stomach drops, and I laugh. It comes out slightly hysterical. “I don’t even know your last name. How can I possibly be married to you?”

  “Well, I suppose you should know since it’s your last name now too, Mrs. Herrington.”

  “This is insane.”

  Will kisses me gently, “Is it so crazy? I think stranger things have happened.”

  “I just—I can’t…”

  “Remember what I said last night? That you know someone is going to affect you? You affect me, Sandy. Do we know each other well? No. But there’s no denying the chemistry we have. And that’s only going to grow with time.”

  I shake my head, trying to clear it. He’s so close, and I love that he’s so close. But married? Married? “This is a lot to process.”

  “I can imagine.” He grins, and it transforms his face into something even more breathtaking. “You and I,” he says, “are amazing.”

  “I don’t know, Will.”

  He leans close and presses a kiss to my neck, “I look forward to burying myself in you every night and every morning.” His words are low and husky, his breath causing goosebumps on my skin. “Our bodies already know each other better than I’ve known anyone, and that’s all I need to know for now. Everything else will come with time. And as your husband, I promise to make you come more times than you ever imagined you would.”

  His words set a fire low in my belly. This is crazy, right? How can I be turned on by this, when I’ve just had the second-biggest shock of my life? Will rolls us over so I’m on top. “I expect nothing less than a marriage filled with pleasure. For both of us. Every day. Over and over again.” The heat in his eyes is enough to make my stomach flip in anticipation, and a wicked little smirk plays on his lips. “But to show you exactly what I mean, let’s go back to where you left off.”

  He guides me down his body, and my imagination is running wild with his words. It’s hard for me to imagine topping last night’s seemingly endless string of orgasms, but I think that’s one field that Will could definitely prove me wrong in. I’m so busy remembering the way he pleasured me last night—with his mouth, with his hands, with his cock—that it takes me a second to realize that I’m face to face again with that same cock.

  I glance up towards his face and his wicked grin. There are two choices. I could refuse. Leave. Demand an immediate annulment and never see him again. Or I can stay just a little bit longer. I can let him give me the pleasure my body so desperately wants. Just for today. I can find an answer to this problem a little bit later. Honestly, there’s no question. I’ve never felt what I feel with Will, and if there’s one last chance to have an experience with him, I’m going to take it. As if Will suddenly senses my decision, his smile grows. “Give me your mouth, baby.”

  I do. I sink down onto him and let him fill me up, the guttural groan that he makes sending a surge of arousal straight to my pussy. I wrap my hands around him again, squeezing. He’s so hard, smooth and long. I love the feel of him. I didn’t get to touch him like this last night, and I can’t deny that I like it.

  “God, you’re so good at this.” He says as I drew my lips up his shaft, sucking. “Use your tongue on me. Lick me.”

  Focusing my tongue, I swirl it around the head of his cock, teasing him. I lick all the way down to his balls and back, and his cock jerks with every little flick of my tongue. I take him deep again, and he moans. “I love your mouth. I love that it belongs to me now.” Will’s hands are in my hair, guiding me deeper, helping me keep pace. He moves me faster, and I let him, aroused by his words and the fact that he’s showing me exactly what he wants from me.

  Will’s breath is short, and his hips are moving up into my mouth while he holds my head still. I’m so wet that I feel it between my thighs. Wyatt never turned me on like this, and I’m not sure why I’m so turned on by Will taking control, of him staking his claim. But I am. “My perfect, slutty wife with her lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, voice strained as he fucks my mouth faster. I suck his cock hard as he thrusts into my mouth, and he groans, hips jerking. He slips out of my mouth as he comes, and it splashes across his stomach. He groans again, and I watch the mess being made, fascinated as it paints his tan skin.

  He relaxes, his eyes opening to look at me, hands still in my hair. “I want you to taste me,” he says. “Lick me clean.”

  And even though I’m blushing, I do exactly as he asks. I don’t know if it’s the sensual promise in his eyes, the way my body feels on the brink of breaking into orgasm, or just that I desperately want to taste him for myself, but I do it. The salt of his cum and the taste of his skin mix perfectly, and I lick up every drop. I’m hot and embarrassed and aroused. Not to mention fucking married. />
  Will pulls me back up his body. “You’ve got a naughty mouth, wife.” The compliment makes me blush and smile, even if being called his wife is confusing and unreal. “Your turn.”

  It’s not the first time I’m impressed by his strength. He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, bringing my hips up and planting my pussy firmly over his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time, and the onslaught of his lips and tongue make me gasp. It feels like I’m on fire, pleasure licking its way up my limbs until I can’t see straight. Will focuses on my clit, swirling his tongue around it and bringing his lips in to suck just there. I have to reach out and grab the headboard to keep myself upright. And just when I think I’m almost there, he moves me again, pulling me higher, and suddenly his mouth and tongue slide down to my ass.

  I gasp and try to lift myself away, but he doesn’t let me, his fingers only tighten on my legs. No one’s ever done this to me. I would have never let them. There are nerves waking up I never thought could be pleasured. Will’s tongue licks and probes, exploring, and he moves me, letting his tongue glide in strokes all the way from my ass to my clit. The swirl of sensation is too much, the combination bringing me to the edge. His lips seal over my clit again, and I have to close my eyes. I’m almost there, so close it feels like I can reach out and touch it.

  Pleasure is ricocheting through me, that glorious countdown to the explosion. Will lifts me away from him for only a second. “You’re my filthy wife, aren’t you? My slutty little wife.”

  His mouth crashes onto me again, and I’m so torn apart by the sensation that I can barely form words. “Yes.”

  “Say it.” He freezes. I’m so close to finishing, to going over the edge that I moan. I move my hips to try to get closer to him, but it doesn’t work. He’s staring up at me expectantly, and I know that he won’t let me come until I say it. “I’m your filthy wife,” I say. It comes out breathless.