Claiming His Wife (31 page)

Their
 room.

A wave of masculine
smugness washed over him, helping to temper his anxiousness to sink
into her body.  She was all his now.  In his arms, in his
room, and about to be in his bed where she belonged.  Never
again would she sleep anywhere but beside him.  There would be
no more nights waking up alone, aching for her.  She'd be
right there, beside him, soft and warm and reachable.
 

He tossed her onto the
bed. 

Blinking, her cheeks rosy and pretty
pink lips slightly parted, she stared up at him in a kind of
sensual daze.  Wesley yanked off his jacket, enjoying the way
her eyes widened as he started to strip.  She sat up, watching
with eagerness as piece after piece of clothing fell to the ground.
 The way she was looking at him had his balls aching, her eyes
focused on his cock as it stood out from his body as if reaching
for her.  

As he stood there, enjoying watching
her look at him, her eyes slowly went up his body to his face.
 Her little pink tongue flicked out, moistening her lower lip,
reminding him of how sweet her mouth was.  But that's not
where his cock was going today.

"We're... going to..."
 Surprisingly, she flushed.  It was charmingly erotic, to
see his brazen little bride turning pink.  She could crawl
into his bed in the middle of the night, looking to be ruined
before her wedding, but now that they were married she turned
slightly shy. 

"I'm going to make you mine.  My
wife."

He moved forward, kneeling on the bed
and leaning over her as she began to slide slowly down onto her
back, staring up at him. 

"The right way?"

"What's the right way,
sweetheart?"

She scowled up at him as
he loomed over her, his mouth hovering just above hers.  "In
my
pussy.
"

Dirty girl.  Wesley
didn't answer, he just lowered his lips to hers, kissing her again.
 Tasting her.  Conquering her.  The fabric of her
dress scratched at his body, annoying him as he lay out his full
length on her.  She gasped into his mouth, her legs
automatically spreading for him, cradling him against the
unwelcoming fabric. 

Blasted dress.

With a sound of annoyance, Wesley
pulled away and grasped the neckline in both hands.

Cynthia shrieked as he rent the dress
in two, revealing her corset and chemise beneath.  "I liked
that dress!"

"I'll buy you a new one," he muttered,
tossing the ruined fabric on the floor, quickly sending the rest of
her clothing after it.  It was like unwrapping a present on
Christmas morning, and he'd never been the patient type.  He'd
always liked to rip the wrapping paper from the boxes, and Cynthia
was far better than any holiday gift he'd ever received.
 Chances were this wouldn't be the last dress of hers that he
shredded. Of course, once she was naked, he fully intended on
taking his time and savoring his bride.  

Lush curves beckoned to
him, her spread legs revealing glistening lips peeking out from her
thatch of brown curls.  The wide-eyed excitement on her face
made her unlike any virginal bride he'd ever heard of, but it also
made her perfect for him.  

He bent over to take on pert nipple in
his mouth, making her gasp and writhe as his hands pressed down on
her thighs, keeping them open.  His thumbs traced little
circles on the soft, inner skin, slowly moving closer and closer to
her untouched pussy.  Well, he'd done a bit of touching, but
that was different. 

Moaning, Cynthia clutched at his head,
sliding her fingers through his hair, because there wasn't much
else she could do.  She was on her back, spread and helpless,
and utterly aroused.  The slight pain of her bottom pressing
against the bed was nothing compared to the fires her new husband
was stoking inside of her.  If anything, that bit of sting was
like a sharp bite that made everything else more pleasurable by
comparison.  When she tried to move her legs, wanting to clasp
them around him, she felt a surge of wetness gush through her pussy
as he held her in place. 

The domineering, conquering lord had
complete dominion over her body, and it left her absolutely
breathless.  Any lingering ire over his treatment of her dress
had completely washed away.  She had more important things to
focus on.

"Please... more..." she begged, as his
switched nipples, leaving one wet and cool in the open air as he
engulfed the other in his hot mouth.  The steady sucking
sensation and the flicking of his tongue against the sensitive bud
had her arching as her pussy clenched.  Her legs were forced
farther apart as his hands slid higher on her thighs; she wanted to
scream with frustration as they brushed against her pussy lips and
then stopped.  "Oh!  Wesley..."

He groaned around her nipple as she
said his name, and she shuddered at the vibrations through her
breast.  It felt like her body was on fire, and she knew that
he had the means to quench it.  The wetness seeping from her
cunt did nothing to douse the heat, her needy wriggling only
frustrating her further as she sought some kind of pressure for her
clit and found nothing.

"Patience, sweetheart," he said,
lifting his mouth from her nipple, the look of amusement on his
face rousing her temper again.

She scowled at him.
 "
Now
, my
lord."

"It's going to hurt, this first
time."

Cynthia just rolled her eyes.  As
if being spanked didn't hurt.  Or birched.  Or when he
put his cock in the wrong place.  If all of that could hurt
and feel good at the same time, she was sure that she could survive
whatever he was talking about.

Especially since she wanted it.
 

He shifted upwards, his
eyes boring into hers, and she felt something hot and hard pressing
against her pussy.  Her breath caught in her throat as the
most immense pressure suddenly assaulted her core, and then
something tore.  It didn't just hurt; it stung, pinched and
burned all at the same time.  Cynthia cried out, hitting at
Wesley's chest with her small fists.  

Catching her hands, he pinned them
down on either side of her.  She tried to close her legs, but
his big body blocked the way.

"OW!" she said, her voice
full of outrage and shock, not to mention just a bit of
disappointment.  "Take it out!"

"Shhh," he said, soothingly.
 Patronizing, really.  "It will feel better in a moment.
 I won't move right away so you have time to get used to
it."

She squirmed, trying to get away.
 If it was going to feel like that, then she definitely didn't
want him moving at all!  "I changed my mind, put it in the
other hole."

Having him in her bottom might be
shameful, and somewhat painful, but it had never felt like that.
 It didn't occur to her that he'd always been much more
careful about preparing her bottom, and that he might have taken
the same care with her virginity if she hadn't been so impatient.
 But he'd been impatient as well, and he hadn't expected her
to be quite so well protected.  Her maidenhead was broken now,
but it had been rather thick, so he could only imagine that it must
have hurt when he'd forced himself through.  He'd wanted her
to truly feel him taking her for the first time, but if he'd
realized how painful the initial breach would be, he would have
prepared her more with his fingers.  That's what he got for
giving into her pleas; he'd return to his original plan of taking
his time with her.  

Her offer of her bottom hole both
amused and concerned him, because he knew she didn't like that very
much at all.  There was no way his wife was going to leave his
bed anything but blissfully satisfied.  

Pushing both of her arms up above her
head, he grasped her wrists in one hand so that he could free up
the other hand.  "It won't ever hurt like that again,
sweetheart.  That was your virginity being breached.  Now
that it's gone, everything will feel much better."

The suspicious look she gave him would
have been insulting if it wasn't so amusing.  It changed
immediately as he caressed down her body, pinching her nipple on
the way, until he could flatten his palm across her hip and reach
between them to rub her clitoris with his thumb.  The
expression on her face shifted to cautious wonderment as she
clenched around him and then gasped.  As soon as her muscles
relaxed, Wesley took the opportunity to rock himself forward,
thrusting a few more inches into her body.

"Oh!"  Her back arched, thrusting
her breasts up at him, as her head fell back and she offered up her
vulnerable throat to him.  Leaning down, Wesley nipped at the
soft skin, continuing to rub slow circles over her clit, giving her
as much additional sensation as possible to help with the slow
invasion of her deflowered pussy.  The tight channel fluttered
around him as he pushed in, testing his self-control with its hot
grip, making him want to sink into her over and over again, hard
and fast, until he filled her with his seed.

One day he'd be able to do
that, but not today when she was too new to the activity.  He
wasn't exactly small, or even moderately sized, and she was going
to be sore enough after this.  

"That feels... oh goodness..."
 Cynthia writhed as he worked himself deeper, her arms only
tugging slightly at his hold on her wrists.  In some ways, it
was easier for her to accept him into her body now that she wasn't
able to move or try and push him away.  Besides, the way he
was rubbing her clit had her clenching in pleasure, even though the
stinging burn of inner muscles stretching hadn't quite subsided.
 

"Good girl," he whispered, before
leaning over and capturing her lips.  He shifted again, laying
his full length over her as his hand traveled back up her
body. 

That was when Cynthia realized he must
be fully inside of her.

He hadn't lied, the movements he'd
made didn't hurt in the same way at all.  Not from when he'd
first entered her and not the same as when he'd gone in the bad
hole.  Now it just felt like she was stretched and so very
full, but it felt much better and much less shameful than when he
filled her other hole.  The stretch didn't burn quite as much,
it didn't feel as though she should be pushing him out... in fact,
having him inside of her like this, with his weight on top of her,
felt so wonderfully right than she thought she could stay just like
this forever.

Then he started to move.

Even though his thumb was
no longer caressing her clit, the little bud was swollen and
sensitive, and when he fully sheathed himself inside of her again,
his body pressed up against it in the most amazing way.
 Cynthia cried out, lifting her hips, trying to get more
contact as the ecstasy buzzed through her body.  His kiss was
demanding as he slowly thrust in and out of her pussy, his tongue
spearing her at the same time that his cock did, muffling her cries
and moans.  

She could feel every inch of him,
rubbing inside of her, hard and hot and so very fulfilling.
 It was far, far better than when he'd put his fingers in
her. 

Slowly his movements began
to come faster, harder, and his lips pulled away from hers as they
both panted for breath.  His expression was almost a grimace
as he pumped his hips, making the most incredible groaning noises
that seemed to pierce her right down to her core.  Cynthia
couldn't believe how wild, how primitive he looked.  Naked and
above her, joined with her, it was shockingly intimate and
improper. 

"Put your arms around my neck," he
ordered as he released her wrists. 

She obeyed with alacrity, wanting to
hold onto him.  To touch him.  Her fingers slid into his
hair as he changed his position slightly, both of his hands sliding
under her body to grip her buttocks.  The welts stung as his
fingers dug into her fleshy bottom, forcing her to tilt her hips
upwards, but that was nothing compared to the surge of ecstasy as
his cock rubbed over the most wonderful spot inside of her.
 The pleasure soared higher as, at the end of his stroke, his
body pressed against her clit and the two jolts of sensation
connected. 

Without realizing it,
Cynthia clawed at his shoulders, coming apart beneath him as he
ground himself against her sensitive pussy.  The clenching
tremors of her muscles nearly undid him, but Wesley grit his teeth
and held on to his own release.  He had his pride after
all. 

"Oh... oh Wesley... I can't... it's
too much... I've never...  OH!"

The shock and awe on her
face were wiped out by rapture as she screamed with passion,
obviously overcome by an immense climax, the likes of which she'd
never experienced.  It was exactly what he'd been aiming for,
waiting for, as he'd positioned her so that both her inner and
outer sweet spots had been stimulated by his thrusting.  Now
he could let himself go.

Cynthia screamed again,
writhing and dragging her nails down his back as she shook with the
intensity of her orgasm, which was only increasing as he began to
seek his own pleasure.  The pounding thrusts between her
thighs had her pussy spasming.  They came much harder and
faster than before, as Wesley wallowed in the tight sheath of her
body, fucking her as hard as he could.