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I watch her splash in the water, and I snap a picture. My wife shines in her beauty. She could have been a model. Not any fucking more, because she’s mine and I’m too possessive to share her with all the assholes who’d want to spank it to her sexy figure. Her tits nearly spill out of her bikini. I’m grateful we’re without most of our security for the honeymoon. My queen and I need our time alone without the worry of someone interrupting. Danny’s busy holding down the fort, and the two on duty for us on this trip have stayed on the edge of the island resort or driving us when I request it.
Other than that, we have total privacy. After all, I can protect my wife all on my own. There doesn’t need to be anyone else. I’d give my life for her.
“Stop staring and come touch, Mr. Black.” She licks her lips and then she reaches around to the back and with a flick, the bikini top falls.
I can’t stop from licking my lips, my dick wetting the front of my swim trunks. I give it a squeeze, hoping to calm the fucker down, but with her half naked, beckoning me like a siren, I can’t resist.
“Come here, wife.”
She shakes her head and jumps into the pool. I can play her game just fine. Dropping my trunks, I kick them in her direction, and then sit down on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water.
My huge cock stands up, stiff, eager with a bead of cum waiting for her, but since she wants to play, I take myself in hand. Stroking my length up and down, slow at first, growling and closing my eyes, I know I have her attention. I hear the water slosh as she moves toward me. I continue beating off, imagining her mouth wrapped around the head, sucking me down like a greedy girl.
And quickly fantasies are turned into reality as her ringed hand wraps around my meat followed by her luscious mouth. “Fuck, baby. That’s a good girl. Suck me off. Yeah. You tease me; now you come make it right.”
She moans around my cock, loving the dirty shit I’ve got spewing out of my mouth. I have more, and she’ll get it all. “Take it deep. Don’t tease me. I want you slobbering over my cock. I need him ready for you to ride unless your pussy’s drenched for me. Is it?”
“I’m in the pool, Landon.”
“Brat,” I snarl. I grip her under her arms and lift her out. “Not anymore.” I flip her on all fours, spreading her legs open. I drop into the pool and bring her ass to my face, licking her from her seam to her pussy. Her cunt is soaked. I bite and suck on her, pumping a finger in her until she’s bucking on the edge.
Needing to be in her, I lift myself out of the pool and carry her over to the set of pillows. I drop her down and settle my face between her thighs, eating her slit until she cries out my name. I turn her back onto all fours, and then I slam home. “You’re so fucking delicious.”
“Landon, fuck me hard,” she begs.
Gripping her hair, I yank her head back, “I’ll do whatever I want, wife. You got what you wanted.” I slap her ass, and she clenches around my cock. She needs to come again, and I’m so fucking close. This is turning me on just as much as it’s sending her over the edge. “As a matter of fact, I want to take you hard.” I start going faster and faster, dropping my head down onto her throat, sucking and biting.
One hand moves down to her pussy, strumming her clit while my other hand pinches her sensitive nipples. “Fuck, I’m coming again.”
“So am I. Take it.” I rut until we both have nothing left, and then I tilt us and roll so that she’s supported by me and resting on my body.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Heavens, no. That was amazing. I love you so much. I wish honeymoons didn’t have to end.”
“They don’t. Just because we have to go home soon doesn’t mean I don’t plan to fuck you like I always do.”
“That’s good. I want to be happy like my parents. After all their years together, they can’t keep their hands off each other.” She sighs sweetly as she snuggles into my chest.
“I promise.” I kiss her cheek and we fall into a deep sleep, loving every moment in our little paradise.
****
“How are you doing this morning, baby?”
“I’m okay.”
“You’re lying to me.”
“No I’m not.”
“You were sick.”
“I’m pregnant. It’s pretty standard at this point,” she grumbles. The last couple of days, she’s been in a terrible mood. Granted, it’s my fault because I keep pressing her when she feels like shit.