Page 68 of Wedding Wrecker

“Fuck… you read my mind.” I grab the lube to have it on hand, but I know I’ll want to drill him with my tongue once more.

His ass is so round, so perfect, with just the right amount of bounce. I give it a little slap but then lift my head off the mattress and lick his crack, paying special attention to the needy hole.

I gasp against it when his fingers wrap around my cock. “I can’t wait to pump you full of my cum, to mark you as mine.”

“Fuck… yes… I just want to be with you in any way we can. You make me so horny,” Kyle rasps, pushing back onto my tongue, and I squeeze his buttocks harder, tasting the sweet flesh. I can’t wait for him to ride my dick.

But for that to happen, I need to get his hole ready instead of just indulging in it, so I grab the lube, drizzle some over his hole, and work a finger into him without trouble.

I pass him the tube as soon as I’m done with it. “Get my dick nice and slippery for you.”

His smile couldn’t be any wider, but I focus on the way his hole embraces my finger as I move it, loosening him further. But while tight, he is not scared nor unsure, and by the time his slick hand rocks up and down my shaft, I’m positive there’s no need to wait any longer. I want to see him take me in, and I want it now, on the comfortable bed, in the glow of the day.

“Do me a favor. Don’t turn around just yet. I want to see your ass take it,” I rasp, half-lucid with arousal, and floating on the joy of knowing that he’s mine. That he wanted and loved me enough to leave behind everything and stay at my side even when I was determined to push him away. It felt good to be pursued, and now I want him to know that my feelings are as strong as his.

Kyle pulls away, taking his smooth hole off my finger. “That can be arranged,” he says moving down my body on all fours. I grab his hips to help him as he seeks balance by placing one foot on the mattress, but then I’m grabbing my dick and keeping it up for him.

Butterflies dance inside me when my cockhead kisses Kyle’s rosebud. Moments later, it’s sliding in, and I moan, staring at my husband’s muscular back. He’s beautiful, so open to me as I raise my hips, pushing in farther.

“I’d take some photos for posterity if I wasn’t afraid of someone finding them. This is only for me to see.”

Kyle nods, gasping for air as he sinks all the way down with his head thrown back. His buttocks flatten against my stomach, and he stretches while petting my thigh. Nobody has ever felt more perfect.

“Yes. I only want you,” he whispers, rising slightly, as if he were testing the waters. “This feels so much better than a dildo,” he adds.

I give his naughty ass a harder slap, and he tightens around my dick. “I would fucking hope so, since it’s attached to your husband, not a wall.” I laugh, admiring my handiwork when a red pattern appears on his skin.

Kyle grins, moving up and down. “It’s nice and hot. And it’s gonna fill me up with your cum.”

“Oh, that’s it, baby… Ride me the way you like it.” I’m so turned on by the glorious sight in front of me my vision blurs a little. I see only him, the one person who matters right now. He speeds up, moving up and down my rigid length despite his thighs starting to tremble. I don’t know if they’re getting tired of the position he’s in, or if he’s cramping, but it doesn’t stop him from stabbing himself on me over and over.

“Do you like that? Hitting the right spot in your needy hole?” I murmur, loving that he wants me to come inside him.

He nods, pushing back his damp hair, but he’s slowing down, and I’m too horny for that now. Red fogs my mind as I lift him off my dick. Kyle protests, not wanting me gone yet, but when I push him forward, so he’s on all fours and get to my knees behind him, his eyes darken, as if he’s never been thirstier.

“Please, Logan,” he mumbles, reaching back to expose his hole. It’s relaxed, and juicy, and I want to plow it until I come.

I couldn’t be any more aroused, and when his body welcomes me with a squeeze, I grab his hips and pump into him at a rapid pace. In a frenzy of lust, he grabs his cock and starts jerking off in time to my rhythm, moaning without a care that someone might overhear us

“This feels so damn good,” Kyle grits out as I go faster, plunging into him at a rapid pace. “I want it… come inside me, baby.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice. My hips work overtime to give his ass the pounding he needs, and then I feel it. My balls tighten and when I shoot my load, pleasure washes over me, traveling down my spine, up my dick and all the way to my curling toes.

“Fuck… fuck…” I utter, wanting to fill him with all the cum I’ve got.

Kyle lets out a series of whimpers, hurriedly pumping his dick, and then he’s coming too, face hidden in the comforter to mute a prolonged, throaty whimper.

I pant, coming back to reality with his hole throbbing around me in orgasmic spasms. I feel out-of-this-world satisfied, and seeing him become this trembling mess thanks to my dick is yet another addition to my pleasure.

I stroke his sweaty back, and then bend over to kiss his nape.

“You feel that heat inside you? That’s my mark.”

Kyle says something, but he’s still face-down, and I can’t understand him. He looks quite literally fucked out of his mind.

I slide out of him with a happy chuckle and sit back on my heels to admire his spent form. His opening looks so juicy I can’t resist nudging it with my thumb, and a streak of cum oozes out, rolling down his balls.

Kyle pushes up on his elbows and glances my way back. His face is beautifully flushed, and his eyes don’t look quite focused yet. “Yes. Touch me,” he whispers as a streak of cum trails from his hole and down his balls.