Chapter 86 Vignette 78
The suite was quiet, the low hum of the air conditioner the only sound left from a long day. The noise of the wedding…relatives laughing, cameras clicking, endless polite conversations…was behind us now. It was just us.
My beautiful young wife sat on the edge of the bed, still in her white dress, fingers tracing the embroidery like it was something fragile. The gold ring on her finger glinted under the lamp, a promise so new it seemed almost too delicate to touch. She looked untouched by the world in that moment, young and careful, and it struck me…how rare that kind of quietness was.
I closed the door gently and turned the lock, not to keep her in, but to keep the rest of the world out. She didn’t flinch; she just kept her gaze low, as though the room was too full of newness for her to look directly at me.
“You tired?” My voice came out softer than I meant, a question more than anything.
“A little,” she said. Her voice was as soft as her hands looked, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to feel tired yet.
“I know.” I took off my jacket and laid it across the chair. I didn’t sit beside her. Not yet. She needed space, and I wanted to give it. “You handled today beautifully.”
That brought the faintest smile, shy but proud, and it lit something in me I hadn’t expected to feel tonight. We hadn’t known each other long, but there was trust there, fragile and new. I could see her trying to be brave, trying to steady herself, and the effort only made her more beautiful.
“I don’t want you nervous,” I told her.
“I’m not,” she said too quickly, but her hands betrayed her, twisting the fabric of her dress.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, watching her the way you might watch a bird you don’t want to startle. “Good. Because I won't force you to do or endure anything you don't want to. I promised you that.”
Her eyes lifted then, and for the first time tonight she really looked at me. Steady, like she was weighing the truth of my words. “What if I… don’t know what I want?”
“Then we learn together,” I said. And I meant it.
Something softened in her, and I felt the shift in the air, warm and almost weightless. I stood and moved toward her, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted. I didn’t sit right away. I let her feel me there first, let her see I wasn’t in a rush.
“May I?” I asked.
She nodded, and when I sat, the small brush of my sleeve against hers felt like the first page of something unspoken. Her hands trembled faintly, and I reached for one, letting my thumb trace the smoothness of her knuckles.
“You’re warm,” I murmured.
“I guess I am,” she said, trying to smile, though I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
“It’s all right,” I told her. “We’re not rushing anything. We'll take it as slow as it needs to be.”
She drew in a quiet breath, and when her eyes met mine, I leaned just slightly closer, waiting for her to decide the rest.
“Is this all right?” I whispered.
“Yes,”
With what looked like a permission now, I didn't hesitate to engulf her lips in mine, sucking her lips with slow steady breath. She didn't kiss back. Just kept her eyes open, staring into mine while I kissed her.
I kissed her until her red glossed lips flushed down my throat, leaving only her pink natural lips glued in my mouth. I leaned even forward and she leaned back on the bed…until her back pressed into the mattress, my weight on her.
I deepened the kiss…it grew wet, and more sensual. I knew she enjoyed the kiss, with the way she moaned, her breath going down my throat.
Finally, she kissed back. We rubbed tongues in each other's mouth. She held my head, her teeth grazing my tongue.
My hands reached up…up to her boobs. But the tight wedding dress was a hindrance.
I broke the kiss…and rose from her. She just laid there… panting faintly for air.
I stepped out of the bed, unbuttoned my shirt with an unrushed pace, my gaze fixed on her the whole time. She just stared at me…at my body.
My chest was hairy. No abs. Just a settle of fat forming love handles under my ribs, my stomach barely flat…a typical testament to how long I've lived on earth.
I caught her lips parting… just slightly. Slightly enough for me to know she was getting turned on by watching me undress.
I loosened my belt. Then undid my zip. She gasped.
I always commanded anxiety whenever I took it out…my big fat monstrous cock. Huge and heavy. I could hear her breathing now. The sound was a mix of restlessness and anticipation.
She sat up on the bed, eyes fixed on my cock. She didn't say anything. I did.
“Don't get scared. I won't hurt you.”
I climbed the mattress and she just stared at my cock like she'd never seen any cock as big as mine. Literally.
I sat beside her but my cock stood…between my legs. Hard and erect.
My hands reached behind her. I held the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, my fingers grazing her back. She didn't stop me, just stayed still and silent.
Her skin was warm as hell. I breathed, my cock throbbing, twitching.
The wedding dress was gripping enough. She didn't wear a bra under it. I dragged the dress down her shoulder…skin bare and smooth.
I pulled her arms out of the dress and let the dress settle on her waist. I stood up and sat behind her, legs on either side of her hips, cock and balls pressing to her back.
She moaned, her voice barely audible.
Then I leaned in and pulled my hands in front of her. Her boobs were soft when I pressed my palm to it in a squeeze. She moaned, her nipples shifting from being just hard to being rock hard.
I twisted her nipples and her head landed on my shoulder, moaning, breaths breaking into gasps.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” I asked, my voice whispery.
She moaned, “No one's touched my boobs before. No one,”
I smiled behind her. Then stood up from the bed. She laid flat on her back. I was in front of her now. I dragged the wedding dress down her legs and tossed it aside
She moaned.
I took off her panties as well.
Now her pussy was naked… pink and swollen. It looked meat soft.
I stared at it hungrily, I didn't realize I was licking my lips.
She moaned with just my face closing the distance between her pussy and my mouth.
My breath hit her and I saw her pussy lip twitch. I glanced at her face one last time.
“I'm going to take you to a world you've never been to before.”
She moaned.
I leaned in on her pussy and inhaled the scent…she smelled typically like sex.
Without further ado, my lips engulfed her pussy lips. She moaned…loudly.
I kissed her pussy deeply, sucking at her entrance. Her hips lifted from the bed, twirling against my face. Her legs raised, her moans getting even louder.
The thought that I'm the first man to ever touch her made my cock throb harder.
My tongue probed her clit, she cried, moaning meaningless words, her eyes were shut tight.
I couldn't endure it anymore. The tip of my cock was already wet with pre-cum. I withdrew from her pussy and placed her hand on her clit, ordering her to rub that spot and experience how sweet it really feels. Her sweet taste lingered right on my tongue, it made my cock harden brutally.
This young girl was bringing out the monster in a fifty-four year old man. And the worst part? She didn't even need to pull a thread to get my cock this hard.
I stroked myself, staring at her as she moaned, fingers still rubbing her clit.
The sound of my breath heightened now. I wanted to fuck her really hard till she cries. But I’d promised earlier to not hurt her.
I stroked my cock as I shifted forward. Her pussy lips were so swollen and pink, leaking off her juices.
I pushed one of my fingers inside her. Her breath hitched. Her head pressed into the bed.
Then I thrusted deep inside her pussy…as deep as my finger could go. Fast and deep. When I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, her juices dripped off it. I rubbed it on my thick cock, it twitched, pulsing violently in my hand.
Her pussy pulsed too…I knew she wanted my cock so badly. And I was going to fill it with my cum in no time.
I gripped her thighs and dragged her into me, I let my cock dangle on her pussy. She moaned and opened her eyes to watch me. I stared into it.
I held my cock in one hand, rubbing the tip rudely on her pussy. Her legs vibrated.
Then I whispered, “I like it rough,” I said, my voice husky, anticipation building in my chest. “Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. And I won't let it hurt you too much.”
She swallowed, breathing harder than I've ever heard her breath. “Please, fuck me as hard as you need,” she cried out.
I didn't wait to think. I was too turned on for that. Immediately, I shoved my cock inside her. I didn't take it slow or gentle.
I shove my entire length deep inside her. Her breath hitched. I didn't care if there was hymen or not. I just fucked her. My cock was deep inside her, balls slamming the lips of her pussy.
She was shouting. Her hair…the one the hair stylist spent hours styling…was now scattered all over the bed, strands plastered across her sweaty face. Her body… moving up and down on the bed due to my rough thrusts… rumpled the sheets.
Her mouth was wide open, moaning, screaming, breath hitching…all at once. Her two hands were placed on my hairy chest, as if they could stop me from slamming her even harder.
Her moans made me increase my pace, fucking her without a break. She cried, moaning.
My hand stretched forward to grab her breasts. I gripped it, squeezing it like I wanted to leave a bruise. They felt softer, but her nipples had become harder.
Her pussy was fucking wet and slimy, perfect for my cock.
Then she started jerking on the bed. Almost immediately, I felt my cum about to erupt. I pulled out. Not avoiding to cum inside her. Rather avoiding to cum too quickly.
I pulled out and kissed her. From her cheeks down to her neck, then her breasts and nipples, down to her stomach. And then her pussy.
She inhaled.
I inserted my cock inside her dripping pussy again. She already reached an orgasm but I wanted to fuck her a little more.
My plan seemed to have worked. But only shortly. Her delicious pussy had my nuts erupting again. And this time, I couldn't hold back. I let it all burst inside her.