Chapter 5 Chapter 5
"Ahhh! Deix! Why are you so big?!"
I EXCLAIMED as he inserted his big cock again from the back. He positioned me on the bed, kneeling down while my hands pressed on the sheets. I flinched when he touched my butthole.
"Deix, what are you touching! Stop it!" I protested, but he just slapped my hand, which was getting away.
"Why? I thought you'd let me touch whichever part of your body I like. I already have the license to do so."
"But that's dirty for fuck's sake," I complained.
"Who cares? You're my wife already."
My face just sank into the pillow due to excessive weakness. I wanted to regret all the things I had allowed myself to do last night, but there was no way. I couldn't back down anymore, especially since I was enjoying the penetration he was making into my body.
"I can even lick it for you."
And he did. The sensation of his tongue slurping my butthole is making me delirious. I'm just clinging to the bedsheets because of what he's doing. Since we woke up this morning, he hasn't stopped fucking me. My energy is completely drained even though he's the only one working. I feel like I want to sleep again, but I don't want to leave him at the peak of pleasure.
"Ahhh, Deix... I can't believe you. Ahhh... good heavens..." He even bit my butt cheek and slapped it hard as he still continued thrusting his mad manhood inside me. He's nonstop. I can't believe he's like this when he's given a license to use my body. Even though I have the right to him, I can't even use him to the fullest because he's the one doing everything to make me happy.
"You can't believe me, what? That I am so into you? Honestly, you're the only one who can turn me on like this. I can do this all day with you. My cock is always hard every time I see you. I can't get enough of your hole," he admitted as he threw himself in and out. Imagine how strong his stamina is. And even positions I never expected existed. He's so damn good in bed, a plus I didn't think about when I was checking my list last night. I have never experienced being fucked hard and rough before. I'm starting to be addicted to this.
He moved his body closer to me while my hands were now held above my head. I can feel him sinking into me. There is a mix of excitement. I also heard his heavy and deep breathing. His grunts are so fucking delicious in my ears.
"Mori, I'll withdraw in a couple of seconds. I'm cumming," he whispered as he gripped me tightly. I spread my legs wider so he could easily remove himself. Our partition is really smooth and easy. I can even hear the sweet squelches, slaps of our thighs, and creaks of our bed.
"Finish on my face," I ordered. When I felt him take his penis out, I immediately moved myself so I could catch his explosion. I am in front of his manhood with my mouth open. I can see on his face how he's so delighted about my actions. He's biting his lower lip hard and gasping for air as he continues cumming on my face. He tilted his head back while his eyes were closed. Even I am happy with the expression his face creates.
"Fuck, I cummed a lot," he commented with a smile, before looking at me again. I also used my fingers to slurp everything. My eyes were lush with desire, and he fulfilled it. He caressed my face and claimed my lips.
“You mesmerize me, Mori. I’m so glad you married me.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. I was about to respond when he suddenly lifted me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck—I didn’t want to fall, though that didn’t seem likely.
“H-hey! Where are you taking me? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”
“It’s my custom to take a bath after a huge battle. Don’t worry. I know you’re tired. Just like last night, I’ll wash you up.”
I smiled. “Oh, so you’re the one who washed me last night?”
“Why not? You’re my wife, after all,” he replied arrogantly.
“You’re really enjoying this whole being married thing, huh?”
“Why? Shouldn’t I take this seriously?”
This time, I couldn’t answer him. From the way he was acting, it felt like he was flirting with me. After all, what we were doing felt like we were just friends with benefits—except it was legal because of a marriage certificate. Wait… are we actually married? Where’s the marriage contract?! I honestly couldn’t remember if we even went to the municipal office or wherever he took me. I didn’t remember the details. Maybe it was all just a dream.
“Hey, wait. I still don’t remember how we even got married. Where did the wedding happen? Did we even get a CENOMAR?” I asked in quick succession, making him laugh. As he carried me, he sniffed the air in the living room.
“There.”
“Huh?”
“We got married there.”
I frowned, confused. “What do you mean there? We didn’t go to the municipal office, right? Am I misremembering?”
“I invited a judge here. Had everything prepared in an hour and—poof—we got married. After our kiss, we immediately had sex. That’s all I remember,” he said, staring straight at me.
“What?! You’re telling me we had sex right after the ceremony?”
“Yeah.”