Chapter 81 Vignette 73
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands twisting in the silk of my nightgown. The house still smelled new…like fresh paint and roses…and yet I felt like a stranger in it. His house. My husband’s house.
We had only been married that morning, tied together not by years of longing or love, but by our families’ agreement. He was kind enough during the ceremony, distant but polite, his dark eyes revealing nothing. Now, hours later, I was waiting for him. Waiting for the man who was no longer just a stranger. Waiting for the husband who would expect his wife.
My heart pounded as I heard the bathroom tap turn off. Then the door opened, and he filled the frame. Tall, water dripping off his hair and dropping on his chest and broad shoulders, skin still damp.
The kind of man who looked like he owned not only the house but the world.
“Are you nervous?” His voice was low, smooth, but the question sent heat rushing to my cheeks.
I nodded without speaking, my tongue too heavy in my mouth. I was only twenty. I had never been touched before…didn't let anyone...Never even been kissed until his lips brushed mine at the altar.
Now he was crossing the room, and my chest rose and fell too quickly, as though I couldn’t catch enough air.
He sat beside me on the bed, close enough for the warmth of his body to seep through my nightgown. My hands clenched tighter in my lap.
“You’re my wife now,” he murmured, tilting my chin so my eyes met his. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
But I was afraid.
Afraid of the way his gaze stripped me bare. Afraid of the way his cock pressed against the towel…maybe it was the cold shower that made it firm and rock hard. Or maybe it was me.
My body trembled; not with fear but with something far more dangerous. The cock pointed at me.
When his fingers brushed over the back of my hand, I shivered. And when he leaned closer, so close I could feel his breath ghost over my lips, I forgot entirely how to breathe.
The moment hung between us, heavy, electric. My heart hammered louder than the silence.
He kissed my cheek, the part just beside my mouth. Then my forehead, and trailed his lips down to my lips.
One light kiss at first. Then—slow, claiming, inevitable. He deepened it.
I loved the taste of his lips…and tongue. Soft, wet and savoring.
The way he closed his lips on my lower lip and devoured it like it was everything, holding the back of my head firmly.
With his free hand, he held the waist fold of the towel tied around him. He loosened it and holy hell. His cock was bare, exposed and pointing at me. It wasn't a usual kind of cock...it looked thick, heavy and ebonyi dark.
I moaned, breaths breaking into gasps just by the sighting his thick black monster.
He stroked himself for a bit before pulling his lips from my mouth.
Our lips still hovered against each other. I moaned and he digested my breath. Then my eyes darted to his cock again. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I'd never seen something as dark, big and long as this before.
His hand was circled around it, stroking lightly. The tip was big too. I feared it wouldn't even pass through my finger-tight hole.
He noticed the expression on my face. Then smirked. “You like it, huh?”
I moaned…to myself. I doubt he heard it.
He sat beside me and tossed the towel far on the bed. Then parted his legs. Only his huge cock and large balls were between them, cock almost touching his abs.
“Come here, sweet girl,”
I obeyed. Stood up from the bed, heart thudding in my head. Then I walked and stood between his legs, right in front of his dark monster.
He held my waist so gently with his big hands…like he was scared he'd break my bones under tight grip…and pulled me even closer. His thick cock pressed on my lower thigh. My breathing paused. It was so huge and it felt perfect.
He kissed my belly button and my breathing resumed. Unsteady, more than ever. Then he grabbed my ass. And looked up.
“Go down,” he said, voice low and smooth.
“Huh?” I asked like I hadn't heard him clearly.
“On your knees,” he repeated.
My heart beat even louder as I lowered myself, squatting, his huge cock pointing to my face now.
“Suck on it, baby,” his voice speaking those words heightened my horny state instantly, heat suddenly grew between my legs.
I gasped and wrapped one hand around it, observing the strong veins around the cock. My hand could barely cover his size. Then a tip of cum came out of it.
He definitely felt my touch.
I shifted closer and lowered my head, my lips shifting apart.
Something curled low in my stomach when my lips touched his fat cock.
I circled my mouth around it and started sucking it….up and down motion…my saliva caused it to glisten.
I went deeper, his cock filling my jaws. Gagging sounds.
There was a thrill that ran through my spine when he moaned. I'd never done this before and I didn't even realize how good I could actually do it. It felt really good to hear him moan because of me.
I went deeper, my mouth riding his cock like a pussy would. I made sure his tip was hitting my throat even though my mouth couldn't cover his entire length. My free hand reached for his big balls, rubbing it in my hands, while my mouth continued fucking his cock.
He held the back of my head, pushing it to go deeper, moaning with every suck.
I felt his cock twitch in my mouth.
He immediately lifted my head, scared to cum before tasting my pussy.
I looked up at him, my mouth covered in saliva, feeling wider than usual.
He gestured and I stood up slowly.
“Take off your gown, baby, I need to see those boobs.” he said casually.
My heart flinched. No one has ever seen my body apart from my mom and sisters. But he was my husband. My body was his property now. I couldn't refuse.
I also wanted him to see how beautiful I was. To see my thick ass and full boobs. And how hard he made my nipples go.
I pulled one strap of my gown; made it slide down my shoulders. Then the second one and the silk night gown stripped down my body in a flurry of movement.
I was bare now. Not even a piece of clothing covered an inch of skin on my body.
My nipples were hard as hell, pointing towards him like it needed him to take it in his mouth right away.
My pussy dripped as he stared at me. His gaze scanned me so deep, I thought he could read my mind too. Thought he could see my mind getting filthy, craving for his black cock to slide into my untouched pussy.
I couldn't look him in the eye. I was too shy for that. I knew he'd be obsessed with my body...my near-perfect waist arc, round ass, toned legs and those round boobs he couldn't take his eyes off.
He pulled me into him by my wrist. My breath hitched.
Then he lifted his hand, placed it on my boobs, then gasped.
“So fucking soft,” he breathed.
My lips parted instinctively,
He squeezed the breast in his palm and I moaned.
Then he dragged me and pushed me to the bed.
My breast jiggled along the line.
I spread my legs before he asked. My breathing didn't belong to me anymore. I completely forgot about it as he knelt between my parted legs, my eyes fixed on his thick cock.
I watched him. He put two fingers in his mouth and they came out wet. But not half as wet as my pussy.
I was literally dripping. Lips swollen, aching for him to deep his shaft inside me.
I threw one hand down to my clit and started rubbing it like his cock was taking too long to meet my pussy.
He took his wet hand and rubbed it on my pussy.
“You're wet as fuck!” He exclaimed.
I moaned, slow and intense, emotions raw.
Then he rubbed the same hand on his cock, adjusted himself closer and lifted my legs and placed it on his shoulders.
He took the tip of his cock and glided it on my pussy. I whimpered, legs shaking as if I was already about to cum.
But not yet.
He glided the body of his thick veiny cock on my pussy, making me tremble. I clutched the sheet tight to steady myself in the storm he was stirring inside me.
Then he put just the tip. I moaned.
Fuck.
He pushed it deeper. I moaned at the way the way it expanded my pussy walls. But then I felt something sting me.
“Ahhh,” I winced…less pain than pleasure.
But he didn't stop pushing himself inside me. He went further until his huge length was balls deep inside me. My pussy swallowed all of him
Then he continued the thrust, slamming my pussy very hard, tip hitting my base over and over. It felt like he was fucking my womb.
The pain I felt was very short. It magically disappeared and I was moaning already.
My head cluttered, lips spilling dirty words.
“Ohh yes, fuck fuck fuck,”
He slowed down his pace, grinding the walls of my pussy. My pussy contracted and closed against his cock. He groaned.
“Arghh, so fucking tight.”
Then he went harder. Lifted one of my legs higher and continued fucking me.
“Yes, deeperrr!” I moaned.
He did just that.
Then turned me around…cheeks pinned to the bed, back slanted, butt raised to the air, tight pussy exposed.
He shoved his cock inside me…the sweet slurpy sound from his cock sliding into my wet pussy filled the room.
He slammed me without a pause. My ass glistened with sweat and he spanked the cheeks really hard it reddened immediately.
I knew he was going to cum when he gripped my ass cheeks very tight. Then he slammed hard, balls slapping on my ass.
Once. Twice.
Then—orgasm.
A violent one. It shot deep inside my body. I could feel it. The rush, tickle.
I squealed.
He made sure nothing was wasted. Not even a spill.
He fell on the bed beside me, panting really hard, cock covered in white creams.
I dragged myself and laid half of my body on him, head placed on his chest. I could hear the hard rise and fall of his chest.
He cupped me in the crook of his elbow and kissed my forehead.
“Wanna make more babies?”
“I chuckled, “yes,”
He pushed me to the bed again, straddling me, “We’ll make twins this time.