“Oh, God, yes.” My voice was a quivering whimper.
“What about this? You like me tapping on that uterus?”
“I do, but I don’t think he does.”
“We need to do something about that. How about you ride me, pretty girl.”
He rolled onto his back and took me with him. It felt much more comfortable with me on top. My hips circled slowly as I squeezed all around him. Deuce’s eyes closed, and his toes curled as he groaned his pleasure.
“That’s my sweet girl. Giving me all that pussy the way that I like. Not holding anything back.”
“Neither are you, sir, because you’re all in places you shouldn’t be poking.”
“Does it feel good?” he asked, palming my breasts.
“Baby, yes.”
“Then quit complaining and take this dick like a pro.”
I did exactly as he asked as we consummated our marriage. In the end, he flipped me onto my back, pressed my legs out and back, and dug all inside of me until I could barely breathe.
“That li’l nigga ain’t got nothing to say now, I know,” he boasted confidently, as he went to work snatching every breath and every thought I might dare to have.
“Ohhh! Deuce! Like that.”
“Right there?”
“Ohhh, yes.”
“Mm-hmm. Like that?” He held my legs up with one hand while he pumped hard, fast, and eagerly inside of me, and the fingers on his other hand penetrated my ass. “Think it’s time to break in this ass tonight too.”
“Ohhh shit. Are you for real, baby?”
“Told you I was saving it for our wedding night. I need something virginal to corrupt.”
“I don’t know about that. What about the baby?”
“We’ll be careful and extra safe,” he replied, pulling out of me.
He grabbed the lube and the bottle of champagne and the sparkling water that had been sent to our room. He drank a couple of glasses of champagne as he lay beside me while I stroked and sucked his dick. Deuce took his time, lubing me, prodding me, and relaxing my ass. When I finished sucking him off, he kissed my body again, preparing me, and engaging in foreplay until I was completely relaxed.
When he finally penetrated my ass a half hour later, I screamed at the pain of the initial penetration. He spooned me from behind since that was the most comfortable position we could find in my condition. But he had allowed me to back into him, so that I was in control of the speed and depth of his penetration.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I panted.
“What you sorry for, pretty girl?” he asked, slowly circling inside of me back there.
“They might call the cops the way I screamed, Deuce,” I stated with tears falling down my face.
“They better not call nobody on me. I am the damn police. This my ass. Say it, Sevyn.”
“This your ass.”
“No. I need to hear it louder.”
“It’s your ass, Deuce Fullwood. This is my husband’s ass!” I screamed with sweat running down my face, my hairdo fucked up, and tears mingling with the sweat. I looked like an angry black woman, but I felt so good.
“That’s what I’m talking about, ma,” he replied as he slowly stroked the inside of my ass with his dick. “Aww yeah. Milk this dick with that tight ass,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
