Honeymoon Angel: A Family Justice Novella

by Suzanne Halliday

  “Great. So look,” his wife explained as she slid from the bed, “I’m going into the bathroom for a minute. Is it okay to leave you like this? Tell me if you’ve had enough.”

  Aw, see? He’d taught her well. Never leave your partner alone when tied up. She was quite a topper, his adorable wife!

  “Eh, I’m cool. A well-delivered blow job does that to a guy. Don’t mind me if I close my eyes and doze off.” He punctuated the empty threat with a smug grin.

  Her eyes narrowed, and she morphed into a snotty angel. He bit his tongue to keep from laughing.

  “I might doze off, Ma’am!” she bit out. “Sheesh! You make a lousy sub, Counselor.”

  Rumbling with laughter, he watched her stomp off, waving her hands and muttering something about spankings and how unfair it was for her.

  While she was gone, he lifted his head and surveyed the carnage. A sticky residue covered most of his skin, and the linens under him resembled the Shroud of Turin with his body outlined in wayward chocolate. There was nothing to do but chuckle.

  A couple of minutes later, Angie reappeared looking somewhat refreshed. Her hair was in one of those sloppy bun arrangements, and her skin had a pink glow from what he assumed was a quick wipe down. What Parker enjoyed most about her appearance was the telltale puffiness of her lips that gave away what she’d done. His wife rocked a pair of luscious BJ lips like nobody’s business.

  Carrying a rather large bowl, she carefully put it down on a nightstand, dropped a couple of hand towels on the bed, and then dashed off again. She returned a minute or two later with a second large bowl that went on the opposite nightstand.

  Smiling with a devilish glint in her eyes, she explained that it was time to clean up.

  “Next time we do this, I need a slutty nurse’s outfit. Sponge baths might be my next favorite thing.”

  With a great deal of seriousness, she began wiping his body with leisurely strokes. Squeezing water from a cloth, he smelled peppermint. She must have added a few drops of essential oil to the impromptu bath water.

  When he was relatively cleaned up, she switched to the second bowl of warm water. Three or four continuous strokes from shoulder to knees took care of whatever remained of his body sundae. He thought that would be it but couldn’t be more wrong.

  When the warm cloth covered his balls, Parker let out a deep moan. Angie’s devotion to washing his manhood and the surrounding territory was quite thorough.

  She made him bend his knees and spread his legs so she could get whatever chocolate or cream had dripped into the sensitive area. Despite the intense orgasm he’d experienced, his cock responded to her manipulations. No surprise there. She was doing everything she could to awaken the sated beast.

  He savored the light mint fragrance. It suited him. Everything about this impromptu escapade suited him—suited both of them.

  Angie was regarding him with a longing that garnered a reaction from his body. She had some lip biting going on, and although there was no need, she kept fiddling with a few strands of hair that escaped her bun. The furtive glances at his body and an occasional moan were signals he did not miss.

  Tossing the cloth into the bowl, she quickly stroked him with a small towel before that too got flung aside.

  “What’s the matter?”

  She looked at him, blushed, and then looked at his cock. “I’m sorry. Can we cut to the chase?”

  He let loose a throaty chuckle. “Untie me, kitten, and I’ll take care of the chase.”

  He’d never seen her move so fast. In two seconds, he was free of the tie holding him to the bed. With a firm yank, he pulled his wrists apart and reached for her. He didn’t bother to finish unwrapping the binding.

  With one impossibly deft and successful maneuver, he picked her up by the waist and guided her pussy to align with his cock. Then he dropped her rather forcefully, impaling her with one stupendous lunge. Her ecstatic scream turned up the heat level. He loved it when she was loud and vocal.

  “Parker,” she groaned. “Please, please, please,” she chanted. Her hands gripped his neck, shoulders, and head as she held on with ferocious strength.

  He pumped her body on his cock with lusty abandon, and he wasn’t gentle about it at all. She quivered and shook as her body took what he gave and demanded more.

  “Is this what my baby girl needed? Hmm?”

  He sat up to bite her nipples and ground his hips against her delicious gushing wetness as she gyrated atop him.

  Rolling and shifting, he pulled her body underneath his, spread her thighs wide, and draped her knees over his arms as he held himself at the perfect angle.

  “You might want to hold on, kitten. I’m going to destroy your sweet pussy. Good luck walking when I’m done.”

  Her body’s response to his crude pledge was a surge of desire that coated his cock and left no doubt how aroused she was.

  He leaned down and viciously mauled her neck, biting the shit out of the spot he knew made her fall apart. She shook and whimpered his name.

  And then he fucked her for all he was worth, and it was glorious.

  Between kisses that threatened to suck out his soul and the ravenous oral assault he inflicted on her body, Parker laid down chapter and verse of what he was doing to her in the crudest terms imaginable.

  She came in an explosive rush and begged for more before the pulsing stopped.

  He was happy to oblige.

  Part of his brain couldn’t comprehend how she survived the pounding while the other part was awash with feelings of pride for his wife’s audacious sexuality. She was a carnal savage when she set her passions free, and he rose to the challenge of taming her pussy.

  She went wild beneath him. He reared back to get a look. What he saw was hotter than the surface of the sun.

  Clutching his hips, she tried to direct his thrusts while her pelvis lifted and fell with feverish intensity. He admired her muscle control and filled with satisfaction when her legs shook.

  A sign another climax was barreling toward them. Shifting his hips, Parker let loose with a series of hard thrusts, ending each one with a loud grunt and her ecstatic whimpers.

  “Come on, kitten. Fuck me, baby girl. Yeah, like that,” he growled when his fantastic wife went into sexy overdrive.

  He hammered into her, groaning when her pussy clenched his marauding cock, and delivered some grinding hip action that made them moan louder.

  She came apart seconds later. Watching her was crazy satisfying. She wept as she came—her whole body trembling violently. The surprising cascade of liquid satisfaction pouring from her body made Parker shout his pleasure.

  My god. She was fucking magnificent as rapture sent his young wife flying. He grunted her name. His hips bucked wildly. The fire burning the soles of his feet shot into his legs and entered his groin. The volcanic eruption as he poured his seed into her body shook Parker to his very core.

  He yelled something. She cried his name. They clung to each other, quaking in the aftermath as powerful surges of leftover lust rippled through them.

  A long while later, he was sitting on the side of the bed, staring at his sleeping beauty. They’d made a holy hell mess of the linens. He smiled, remembering how it got that way, and nodded with intense satisfaction when he recalled her flood of passion.

  But they couldn’t sleep in a mess, so he scooped her up, grabbed a blanket off the sofa as he walked from the house, and took her to the large comfortable double lounge chair on the beach. There, he made a nest for them with the blanket, pulled her against his body, and fell into a deep sleep.

  Angie teased her husband with a cheeky smile after they’d been at it for about twenty minutes. She couldn’t resist the urge to poke at him for shits and giggles.

  “Ya know,” she drawled. “Dirty Monopoly would be more fun if an element of strip teasing was thrown in. Difficult to do, though, when your husband takes away all your clothes.”

  She stuck her tongue out and wrinkled her nose with p
layful displeasure.

  He chuckled, shrugged, and threw the dice. Moving his erect penis game token around the board, he counted out his moves and landed on Nibble Neck Street.

  “I own it,” she announced with a husky chuckle. “And there are two dildos on it, so that doubles the time. Roll the dice again and let’s see how long you have to perform the cost of landing there.”

  Parker blew on the dice and shook them in his cupped hands. “Come on snake eyes,” he drawled.

  “Jerk,” she sniped back.

  He threw the dice. “Six and four is ten, so set the timer for twenty seconds.”

  She quickly set the correct amount of time, moved her hair off one shoulder and offered her neck. “I’ll press start with the first nibble.”

  “You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he asked with a snicker.

  “Hush, you. Start nibbling.”

  With a growling chuckle, he began doing delicious things to her neck with his lips and teeth. She was getting into it when the timer went off.

  Grabbing the dice, she quickly tossed them and clapped when her heart-shaped token landed on Massage Parlor. She owned that one too. Snatching up a card from the stack of possibilities, she gleefully plopped her feet into his lap and showed him the card. “Foot massage. Hand me the dice,” she demanded with her hand out and fingers waving.

  “I’ll say it again. You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

  Angie dropped the dice and counted her reward. “Yes! Twelve whole seconds.” She wagged her feet in his face. “And make it good. None of that this little piggy went to market stuff.”

  She set the timer for twelve seconds and waited for him to begin. He put his thumbs in the arch of her feet and wrapped his hands tight. She let out a moan and pressed start.

  The things he did to her feet in those twelve seconds had orgasmic possibilities.

  “I can’t move.” She chuckled when the time was up.

  He pushed her feet off his lap, declared her a lazy shit, and then reached for the dice.

  His eyes searched the board, and she saw him plotting his move. She checked out the board too and wondered what he was thinking.

  He held his hands up to his mouth and whispered something to the cupped dice before flinging them onto the board. A triumphant laugh told Angie he got his silent wish.

  In a grandiose, lawyerly voice, he boomed out each number as he moved the penis across the board. He landed on a corner marked Gentleman’s Choice that had Ass Train Station in gold beneath.

  She groaned and said, “Dammit. I think this game is tilted in your favor.”

  “No, it’s not,” he barked back. “There’s a lady’s choice corner. Eat Me Buffet, right? All you have to do is land on it, babe, and I’ll gorge for as long as you want.”

  It seemed like a great moment to interject a comical sounding long-suffering sigh. “Whatever. What’s on the training agenda?”

  He plucked a card from the ass pile, gasped, and flipped it around for her to see. “I like this game,” he crowed with glee. “Butt plug! Now we’re talking.”

  He reached for the small device with the sapphire crystal that made her roll her eyes. “Grab the lube, honey, and then over my knee.” He smacked his muscular thighs and grinned.

  She complained but followed through. A few minutes later, she wasn’t complaining anymore and was having trouble keeping her excitement in check.

  They went a bunch more rounds until she landed on Big Dog Parlor. He owned it, of course, and had been stacking it with bottles of lube—so many that the Parlor was maxed out. The timeframe was at his pleasure. She bit her lip as she took a card from the appropriate pile.

  “Ass up, face down while the Big Dog penetrates.”

  She swallowed and released a whimper when a shiver of need slithered along her nerve endings.

  “Assume the position, baby girl, and then hang on tight. The big dog needs room to fuck.”

  Angie crawled from her spot and got into position in front of him. She wiggled her ass and enjoyed the sensation from the plug.

  He kissed both cheeks of her ass and bit her on the leg. “You have no idea how sexy your ass looks with that crystal twinkling at me.”

  He gently probed before releasing a throaty growl. “No need to lube the big dog. You’re nice and wet.”

  The swat on her ass surprised Angie and made her yowl. He wasted no time entering her and even less working up to what ended as a hard, deep, explosive fucking. He started as he intended to end. Furiously giving her every spine-tingling centimeter of cock.

  He was rubbing her clit when she came and immediately followed with an inevitable climax that left her trembling and spent.

  “You win,” she murmured.

  He eventually picked her up and laid her on the bed. She started to say something and then fell asleep.

  She dreamed of the warm sunshine, wide-open sandy beaches, and tangles of lush tropical vegetation. Soft breezes ruffled her hair and filled Angie with contentment. She breathed deeply and melted into the perfection of the moment.

  Very slowly, a different kind of pleasure drew her from her bliss. Lying on her stomach, she had her arms crossed beneath her cheek as she rested quietly. Parker was alongside her. His big stretched out body radiated heat that seeped into her awareness.

  Soft kisses landed on her shoulder. He moved her hair away and tilted her chin enough to burrow into her neck and do lovely things to her skin with his mouth.

  He moved, and she sighed as he kissed a path down her spine. She loved the way he licked her skin and blew on it to heighten her awareness. He nibbled her sides until she squirmed. When he chomped down on the sensitive spot near her waist, Angie quivered and moaned.

  He separated her legs and crawled between them. Her eyes opened, and she could see a part of him. He was sitting on his feet with her ass as his view.

  Understanding made her breathing pick up, and dizzying excitement filled her head. She unconsciously wiggled her butt, and his groaning hiss led to her writhing wantonly. Desperately.

  Closing her eyes as he stroked her ass with his large hands, she quivered when it dawned on her that she couldn’t contain her excitement no matter how hard she tried.

  “I love this ass,” he drawled.

  A long, shaky sigh met his comment. She loved that he loved.

  “Give me your hands, kitten.”

  Oh, my god. She unfolded her arms and laid her head on the bed. Reaching behind her back, she offered her hands. He took them and placed one on each side of her bottom.

  “Spread yourself open, baby.”

  Uncertain exactly what to do, she pulled her cheeks apart just a little. He briefly touched her pussy and then started toying with the plug in her ass. She felt a dribble of something and realized it was lube. The plug easily slid in and out of her ass as her wicked husband enjoyed himself. She knew he was getting off on the foreplay by the sound of his breathing.

  Without any lead-up, a short but explosive climax shook her. Parker seemed very pleased and said so in explicit terms.

  Removing the plug, he kissed her ass.

  “It’s time, Mrs. Sullivan. If you’re up for it, get in position.”

  She rolled over and sat up with a smile. Moving into his arms, Angie kissed her husband with increasing fervor. She put her hands in his hair and looked him in the eye.

  “I want this,” she assured him.

  “I know,” he answered confidently.

  She asked for his assistance as she offered her ass. He gently guided her into position and placed several pillows here and there for her comfort.

  She trembled when he reminded her to use the safe word if she wanted to stop at any time. He covered her back and ass with kisses while fondling her breasts and pussy. It didn’t take long for her to be a wet, quivering mess.

  He kept two fingers inside her, massaging a particularly sensitive spot, as he dribbled a large glob of lube on the rosette of her ass. The twin sensa
tions of him manipulating of her pussy while he worked the lube into her ass almost put her over the edge.

  She heard him squirt the gooey sex aid into his hand and turned her head as best she could to watch him coat his large cock with it.

  Without thinking, she groaned and licked her lips. He looked at her when she made the sound. She saw the fire in his eyes and nearly burst into flames.

  Parker was in position behind her with his hands on her hips when she felt the first probe of his fat-headed cock.

  Her body tensed. He caressed her ass and rubbed her back. “Easy, Angel. Just relax. Let me in, baby.”

  He continued slowly, probing and retreating while plucking at her clit. She forced her body to relax. He grunted lewd comments about his cock dominating her ass. Awareness of how large he was made Angie tremble and shake as he gained entry and slowly pushed his way in. When he finally seated himself, sinking his full length that last way, they both grunted.

  “Honey?”

  “P-Parker,” she hoarsely moaned.

  “Are you okay, baby?”

  She struggled to breathe from the overwhelming sensations battering her senses. On a loud groan, she cried, “More.”

  He was tentative at first. Barely pulling out and surging forward with careful restraint. She could hear his harsh breathing and was conscious of her quick panting.

  Not sure how much or what of anything she could do, Angie arched her back more and wriggled her butt. A surprising thunderbolt of pleasure invaded her core.

  Parker grunted. “Again,” he demanded. She quickly arched and thrust backward as best she could.

  He demanded another repeat of this maneuver, so she did a couple that left her moaning and overcome with excitement.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “Baby, your ass was made for my cock. Hold on, kitten. Things are gonna get a little rough.”

  Her big, handsome husband ferociously fucking her ass was an exquisite turn-on that led to a shocking revelation.

  She had no shame and didn’t care.

  A strong arm curled around her leg, and his hand moved to her pussy. She was grunting wildly on each cock thrust and responded with lusty pleasure that soaked his fingers.