“Maybe,” she agrees, but her hand closes and moves over my cock, jacking me from the base all the way to the tip. “But I can think of a few places you haven’t taken me yet.”
“Jesus, Ami. Don’t tease a man like that.”
She bats her eyes at me. “Why not? You’re my husband. We just got married for a second time. We gotta do something to mark the occasion.”
“Now you’re talking,” I say. Then add, “It was a good wedding. I mean I know I’m not an expert, but we had a nice day, right?”
I see a flash of sadness in Ami’s eyes. No doubt remembering the aftermath of our first wedding and the accusations. Before she goes to that dark place I squeeze her hand. “Your sisters had fun. Steph was practically dancing on the table when we left.”
Ami laughs. “I think she was happy to have a childfree night. It was nice of Leah to offer to take all the kids so everyone could party.”
“Yeah, and if anyone has it their way, they’ll probably be a few more kids conceived tonight.”
“You say the filthiest things.”
“Well, alcohol, no kids around, dark places… you do the math.”
“I think weddings are romantic. It reminds people why they fell in love in the first place. Maybe that’s a legit reason, I’ll give you that.”
“And what about you? Would you like me to put a baby inside of you?”
It’s not the first time we’ve talked about kids. Ami rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink. “I still have a lot of things I want to do. I’m so busy volunteering at thewomen’s shelter—and honestly, I’m selfish. I don’t want to share you. Yet. One day though. Soon.”
“I can deal with that. I promise it won’t be for lack of trying.”
“Yes, there’s this thing that’s called birth control that lets us try all we want. Did I mention that I really, really like trying?”
“I think I got the memo somewhere around the time you were deep throating my cock in the closet.”
“And I got the message right around the time you turned me around, hiked up my dress, and ate me out before you fucked me in the closet.”
“It’s so fucking hot, knowing that my wife is walking around her wedding reception, filled up with my cum. You can’t blame a guy.”
Her eyes darken. “Oh, I wasn’t blaming you.” She slowly moves her hand along my shaft. “Now. Are you going to take me or what? I’ve been offering for months now. I’m starting to think you don’t want to…”
“Oh, I want to. Believe me, I want to. I just wanted you to be sure.”
“I’m sure.” She bites down hard onto her bottom lip, running her tongue over the groove her teeth made after, just the way she knows I like. My cock throbs in her hand, kicking violently.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. In a flash I have her flipped on her stomach, her naked, round little ass in the air. I love staring at her like this, her head down on the mattress, soripe and lush for me, her cunt pink and swollen and glistening with a mix of her arousal and my cum.
I fit my cock to her entrance and slide home, thrusting in hard. She whimpers and her fingers scrabble at the sheets. I fuck her messy, with long wet strokes. I love the sounds, and so does she. She has to be sore by now, but if she is, she likes the pain as much as she enjoys the pleasure.
While I’m thrusting into a cunt that’s pure fucking heaven, I trail my finger through the slickness glistening on her thighs. I soak my thumb in her juices before I part her cheeks, smearing more moisture from her dripping cunt all the way up to her tight little rosebud.
I’ve wanted her here for a long time. She’s asked me, but she never truly sounded ready. I didn’t want her to do it just to please me. I wanted her to do it because she wanted that new level of both pain and pleasure. She whimpers when she feels my finger. We’ve done this before. We’ve even used toys before.
But none of them were ten inches long and so wide she couldn’t wrap her fist around them though.
“You positive about this, Ami? Because I can’t just go in an inch. You know me. I take you here, I’m taking you good and proper. I’m taking you all the way.”
“Yes,” she moans, bucking her hips back into me, forcing my thumb inside up to my first knuckle. She whimpers and her cunt spams around my cock. “Yes,please, Gage.”
I pull out, my cock soaking. I have lube in the nightstand, but she’s so wet that I won’t need it at the moment.
I fit my cock to her tight, perfect little rosebud. She doesn’t shy away from me. She doesn’t hesitate. Instead, she grinds herhips back into me in a dirty move that steals my breath. I love watching her. Love the show. I love that she watches me too, over her shoulder and between her spread legs. That she loves watching my cock pumping into her. I love that she loves tasting me, tasting us, sucking my cock after it’s been inside of her, just because it’s that much more erotic to taste herself on me.
I ease the tip of my dick into her tight passage. She’s hot. So fucking hot that I nearly see stars. My balls draw up tight and Christ, I want her. It takes everything in me to hold myself back.
