CHERISH
Cherish
Copyright © 2016
by Dani Wyatt
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Promise
Copyright © 2016
by Dani Wyatt
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“That’s right, let me feel all of it, babe. That’s your job, to cum for me.”
She’s coating my cock with another creamy orgasm, my name on her lips and her flavor on mine. I can still smell her sex, sweet and heavenly in my nostrils.
We’ve been at it all night. The first pink of the sunrise–the same shade as her battered pussy–sneaks through, bathing the windows in its glory. They're floor to ceiling in this suite and it's a beautiful day. Right now, if you asked me the name of the hotel, I wouldn’t remember. Every one of my brain cells is engaged in the wedding night activity of spraying my seed inside my wife until I’m sprouted in her womb.
I’m a driven, single-minded fuck and her pleasure is my duty. My dick has his own agenda as well. I haven’t cum anywhere but inside her for the last ten hours of marathon pussy-eating and bride worship. Who knows, there could be a little Beck or Beck-ette inside her already, but I’m an overachiever. Nothing makes me hotter than the thought of claiming her in a way everyone can see.
Jesus, look at her. The sunrise is no match for her beauty.
“Slow, I want to watch your pussy work.”
“I need to cum,” she whispers, her voice raw from hours of orgasm and screaming my name.
“Cum for me then. Get those fingers down between your legs and touch yourself. Make your pussy rock my cock.”
I can’t decide which view of her I like best when we fuck. They are all divine, but this way, with me sitting, leaning back on the fifty fucking pillows upon this massive honeymoon bed, certainly has its benefits. She’s facing away from me, gliding her slick, sore cunt up and down my ever-ready dick, leaning her body forward while she moans pleasure and pain. Her hands are squeezing the tops of my legs for support. My fingers are spreading her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I can get the best view of all of what's mine.
Promise chokes out a little fuck-hurt sound as she lifts one hand and settles it gingerly on her swollen, pink slit. Her fingers start rubbing and her hips sway and pulse as she pants. Her lush ass is bouncing in time with her movements and I’m mesmerized by the way her pussy opens and pulls my thick meat in and out.
She’s got me so hard, the vein on the top side of my dick looks like a damn tendon standing up. Her tight-as-hell snatch is stroking me off and my balls are giving me that tingle for the tenth time since I practically knocked the fucking door down to get my bride into this suite, to lay her down and spread her legs. I’m loading up another deep delivery of seed and I know she's ready for it.
“Good girl, take it all, babe. I’m the only one that will ever give you this. My wife cums for only me.”
Her fingers circle her clit while she bleats. They dip down on her down-stroke, tapping at the base of my cock and sending jolts of pleasure all the way down into my damn toes.
My eyes are fixed on where we connect. There is nothing more magical nor stunning than watching our bodies move together like this. Slick and dripping with her juice and my cum, my fat cock is glistening and she’s soaking us both from above.
There’s a silence even in the sex noises around us, an ethereal thread winding through our coupling, like the universe. Sure, we’re breathing hard; Promise is making her magical sounds and our bodies slap and slip together, but there’s still a stillness. It's something close to divine, being with your woman like this. Not any woman,
your
woman.
There’s only one of those, and if you are lucky enough to find her then everything and everyone else that came before is a joke, a lukewarm version of touching the surface of the sun. Every time I cum inside her, I’m giving her a part of my soul. She can have it all—it belongs to her already.
“Beck . . .” she mutters in half-pain, half-ecstasy.
“Take what’s yours and give me what’s mine.” My voice catches as her pussy latches on, milking me with the first grip of her orgasm. “That’s my girl. Give me that cum; I want it all.” I quickly loose one hand from her ass, suck my thumb in my mouth–getting it spit slick–and then glide it slow and easy into her tight little asshole as she lifts off.
Her hand between her legs stops its rhythmic self pleasure. She drops her fingers lower and gives my balls a gentle squeeze, and the next thing I know we are both praising the damn Lord.
The walls of her snatch open and slam shut on my dick, over and over again with her climax. I’m right behind her. My balls empty until it’s all dry heaves but she’s racking up a few layers of multiple orgasms and I pulse my thumb in and out of her ass until she’s covered in sweat, quivering and panting.