My stomach plunges. A cascade falls through me. That can’t all be him. The bulge inside his boxers is enormous. What am I opening myself up to?
I almost shriek when he slides his boxers down. The size of his cock as it bounces free and waves in the air makes my mouth dry.
My hands and feet betray me, scuttling, crab-like, backward up the bed.
“There’s no getting away from it,” he leers, climbing up after me.
I can’t keep the shake out of my voice, but I look straight in his eyes. “Take me, John. Make me yours. Completely.”
He parts my thighs wide, then lifts my ass in both hands. My blood pounds in my pussy as his shaft presses against me, riding along my swollen lips. I’m gushing inside and out. His heart hammers hard against my breast and his hips tilt back. I tremble when the bulb of his massive cock slides up between my wet lips, rubbing me. Getting wet with my juices.
Then it drops in to fill my entrance.
He presses in. I’m lightheaded. Hot flesh reams into me, drilling where no one has been before. He stretches me wide, cutting me open with an ache so unbearable that I want more. Then I shout as a raw burn snaps me open.
Chapter Five
John
Her arms and legs fling tight around me, and she clamps her teeth into my shoulder.
She’s beautiful. I could not have asked for more. Heaving, wet-eyed, soft beneath me, she’s bouncy like a wet dream come true.
The walls of her tight pussy cling and tremble around me, hot as my hard cock rips them apart. Only a virgin could be this tight. And only a virgin could be so shocked and surprised. No man has ever had a better wedding present.
She smells fantastic, and she makes lovely mewling and whimpering sounds as I pole her harder and stretch her wider.
Time after time, I have to hold back from coming, just so I can watch her tremble and shake as she goes over again.
Finally, I sit back on my haunches so I can watch her as she writhes and squirms. My fat cock divides her wet pink lips. I pull the top of her hood with my thumb and make her stomach roll.
Her fabulous tits bounce and I grip her ass in both hands.
And that’s it. No stopping now.
Her thighs shake and her fingers and toes curl. Her back stretches and her head thrashes from side to side. I let go and explode into her. My balls hose out for longer than ever.
Right now I must be the happiest man in Vegas. Maybe the world.
I hold her in my arms as we doze. In the middle of the night, we wake up to talk. I pour some champagne for us both. It’s not my kind of drink, but I’d do anything for Kiera right now.
She snuggles into me as we chat.
“I love to read,” she tells me. “I read all the Game of Thrones books. The TV series is candy floss, honestly.”
“They’re big fat fuckers of books, though. It would take me years to get through any of them.”
“It’s true, John. It might take you a while to get started. But once you get going, it pulls you in. It speeds up a lot.”
“Oh, I know something else that goes like that.”
In the morning, I’m dressed before she’s awake.
When her eyes flicker open, I stroke her forehead. “You are beautiful.”
She blinks and smiles. “Are we going somewhere?”
“I’m going to work. Dad will be by later, and he’ll take you to the house. I think you’re going to love it.”
She says, “No honeymoon?”
“I have business today.”
“Today?” she frowns. “And probably every other day too.” She looks sad in a way that makes my heart ache.
“You’re my wife. I expect you to support my work. I don’t want you to make me feel bad.”
Her eyes are shining wet. “I’m sorry.”
Chapter Six
Kiera
It’s been four weeks. The new house will be spectacular when everything is finished. I guess. He told me, “Order whatever you want. Decorate it your own way. It’s our house.” He said, “Make it whatever you want it to be.”
I want it to have my wonderful, sexy husband in it. If I can’t have that, I don’t care what color the walls are.
John’s sister Mary is married to Connor Boyne, the O’Malleys’ underboss. She showed up at my door with a bright smile shortly after the wedding and said, “Just thought I’d drop by for a coffee.” We became fast friends and we’ve made the coffee a habit ever since.
Mary always looks like she’s come straight out of a beauty salon, in Donna Karan or Stella McCartney, with her red hair just perfect and a glow on her skin. Just around her eyes, though, you’d wonder if she had a dust-up with a hedge on the way over.