I got wet just thinking about what he had planned for me.
I lay back on the bed and Kane stood above me, looking down.
“You’re the most beautiful bride a man could ever dream of,” he said.
“Show me how beautiful I am,” I said.
He was holding his diary, and I looked at him questioningly.
“What are you doing with that?” I said.
“Well, now that you’re my wife, it’s yours.”
“What?” I said, surprised.
In all the time I’d known him, he still refused to let me read it. He’d teased me so many times, but never actually let me take a peek. And even though I’d practically torn our house apart looking for it, I never found his hiding spot for it.
“Let me see,” I said, reaching out for it.
“Not so fast, wife. First you have to prove to me that you deserve it.”
“And how would I go about doing that?” I said with my most teasing voice.
“Well, I think you’d have to think of a creative way to make me cum, and if it works, you get the book.”
“A creative way to make you cum?”
“It’s a creative diary. You’ve got to earn it.”
I smiled at him and began to pull my wedding dress up, exposing more and more of my sexy, satin covered legs. I was wearing white lace tights that were held up with garters. As I revealed more of my thighs, I saw his cock rising in his suit pants.
“A creative way to make you cum! What’s a poor girl to do?”
“Whatever you like.”
I looked around the room. It was a beautiful cabin, and the gentle swaying of the water felt soothing and relaxing. I turned around so my head was closest to him, and then lay down on my back, looking right up at him.
His eyes grew when he saw the sexy position I was in.
I opened my mouth wide and looked up into his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Come on then. Slide into my throat. I’ve never sucked you off from this position.”
I could see he was eager to give it a try. By leaning my head back over the side of the bed, I would be at the perfect height for him to slide deep into my throat.
He opened his belt and let his pants fall down to his ankles.
“Is this creative enough for you?” I whispered.
He answered by sliding his delicious erect cock into my mouth. From my position I could see his scrotum and beyond it through his legs to the rest of the room. I shut my eyes and focused on the sensation of his cock sliding deep and far into my throat.
I knew that from where he was, he would be looking down at my body, my beautiful wedding dress, and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
I pulled up my dress again and slid my fingers inside my lingerie. I began toying with my clit while his cock slid back and forth in my mouth. I could tell he liked what he was seeing because his cock grew bigger and his thrusts got faster.
When I started fucking myself with my finger, he really began to thrust hard. He was close to cumming and all I could think about was my reward. Well, there were going to be two rewards. First, my throat would be full of his delicious cum, and second, I’d get to read his sexy diary.
We must have hit some waves then, because the boat swayed and Kane lost his balance, falling forward on top of me. Without missing a beat, he planted his mouth between my thighs and started fucking my wet, hot pussy with his perfect tongue. I wrapped my legs around his head and relished the sensation of his mouth, working its magic on my clit.
When he finally came, I was so close to orgasm that the taste of his cum brought me over the edge. I love the taste of his cum and now that I’m his wife, I’ll be tasting it whenever I want. He poured himself into my mouth and I swallowed every drop while orgasms rushed through ever inch of me.
When it was finally over, we both lay there, gasping for breath.
Kane got up and sat with his legs over the edge of the bed next to me.
“So, when do I get the diary?” I said.
He looked at me and gave me an evil look.
“When I’m done fucking you.”
“You mean you’re not done with me yet?”
He shook his head. “Come and sit on my lap.”
I couldn’t believe he was hard again already so I reached out for his cock. I couldn’t see it from where I was lying. When I felt it, it was rock hard.
“Wow,” I said.
“You didn’t think you were getting off lightly on your wedding night, did you?”
“I hoped I wasn’t.”
“Then be a good girl and sit on my lap.”
I got up and straddled his lap, facing him. I made sure my dress was over his legs and then lowered myself so that my sensitive, tender pussy landed right on the tip of his perfect, firm shaft.
When I put my weight on him, his shaft impaled me. I threw my arms around him and leaned back. He tore open the front of my dress and began sucking my nipples as I swayed back and forth on his cock.
“Oh, Kane,” I moaned.
“Meadow,” he cried.
He thrust up and I cried out as his cum flew up from his cock into my pussy. I’d been trembling with desire and pleasure before. Now, with more orgasms crashing through my body, I was completely overcome.
He thrust upward again and again as he continued to orgasm inside me, and then he collapsed back on the bed. I threw myself down on top of him and held him tighter than I’d ever held anyone.
As we both caught our breath, he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my ear.
“I’m so happy,” he said. “Now, I better get you that book. You earned it!”
ked, and slide my hands slowly up your legs. The sensation of my fingers lightly grazing your bare skin would cause a tingle. Instinctively, you’d open your legs. You’d close your eyes, arch your back, and let out a long sigh as you felt the warmth of my breath on your pussy.
Very softly, I’d blow on it, just enough to let you know I was there. I’d reach up and put my hands on your breasts, squeezing your nipples in my fingers, and softly kiss the lips of your pussy. A woman has two places on her body where you can make out with her, the lips of her mouth and the lips of her pussy. I love making out with both.
I’d touch my lips against yours, gently kissing your pussy, squeezing your nipples, before finally letting you feel the wet, soft, warmth of my tongue. My tongue would slide between your lips, entering you, and slide as far in as I could reach. Your moan would tell me I’m on the right track. Your legs rising up, your ankles resting on my shoulders, would tell me you wanted more.
I’d let my tongue curl and twist inside you, before sliding it up over your clit.
God, I love your clit. Your clit is like the tongue, and I’d let my tongue dance with it as I embraced you. I’d play with your folds, suck on them, softly massage them with my lips and tongue. I’d make you moan my name.
Do it now.
You know my name.
You know I want to hear it.
Moan my name as you imagine my mouth making out with your hot, delicious, beautiful, soaking wet pussy. It’s working, isn’t it? Admit it. You’re wet already. I’m not even there. I’m a million miles away, and already the thought of my warm, pink tongue is making you wet.
I’m sliding in and out of you. I’m sucking up your juices, relishing your secret, precious taste. I’m swallowing.
Your legs clench, your thighs tighten around my head, and you reach down to the back of my head and push me in deeper. You want me in there. A place you hold so sacred. So private. The place you guard more closely than any other. You want my mouth in there, drinking you, relishing you, sliding in and out of you.
You squirm and writhe on the bed as the pleasure builds. You feel my mouth move from your clit, my tongue sliding deep into your pussy, and then sliding down beneath you to your ass. I slide my tongue over the muscle of your anus and make you blush with embarrassment. You can’t believe I’m there. You can’
t believe I’m doing this to you.
I lift your butt off the bed to get better access, and push my tongue into your butt.
You moan my name.
Then I slide my finger into your butt as my tongue slides back into your pussy.
“Oh, God,” you moan. “I’m cumming.”
You’re soaking wet now. My face is covered with saliva and your juice. I slide my entire face against your clit and feel a spasm of pleasure rush through your body, starting at the core of your being and flowing through your muscles like an electric pulse.
“I’m cumming,” you cry again, and I smile.
I know if I make you cum, if I make you cum on my face, that you’ll be mine forever. My property. My woman.
And you’ll never be able to say no to me.
I feel your orgasm on my face, the pulsing of your muscles, the contractions in your body, and when you finally cry out my name, I know you’re in a state of pleasure that will leave you completely powerless against me.
You’re defenseless now.
You’re all mine.
And I can do whatever I want to you.
I can cum in you.
I could cum in your mouth and you’d swallow me.
I could cum on your breasts and you’d beg for more.
I could rub lube over your asshole, slide my finger in and out of you, and when you were finally ready to take me, I could push my hard, firm, cock into your ass and make you scream with pleasure.
But that’s not what I want.
What I want is to cum in your pussy. I want to cum without a condom, not knowing whether my orgasm will make you pregnant with my child or not.
I want to pour my cum inside you, all the way deep inside you, to a place where no man’s cum has ever reached before. I want you to feel me flowing inside you. And I want you to wonder if maybe I made you pregnant. Because then, you’ll really be mine.
As soon as I feel your orgasm subside, I get up and strip off all my clothes. Your beautiful eyes look up at me and take in my full, naked body for the first time. You take in my chest, my abs, the patch of hair that leads down toward my cock.
When you see my cock, your eyes grow wide. I know you’ve never seen anything so big, so dangerous, so dominating. I’m fully erect, practically throbbing with anticipation for what I know is coming.
I look down at your pussy, warm, and soft and soaking wet.
“You ready?” I ask.
You nod but don’t say a word.
I climb onto the bed and grab your legs, pulling you up against me and putting your ankles on my shoulders. I look down at you. You’re begging me with your eyes to slide in.
I touch the lips of your pussy with the hard, swollen head of my cock. Your eyes beg me to fill you.
As I thrust forward, I pull you into me, sliding myself into your pussy, all the way to the shaft. You gasp in pleasure and delight, never having felt anything so big inside you before.
I grab you by the hips and hold you in place while I slide out, then pull you against me again as I ram back into you. I do this over and over, each thrust getting me deeper inside you, each forceful movement bringing me closer to the point of climax.
I look into your eyes.
“I’m going to cum in you,” I say.
You’re shocked. You have no idea what to say. You didn’t expect that.
But you’re eyes tell me you want it as badly as I do.
With every ounce of my strength, I thrust all the way to the core of your body, and my cock explodes in pleasure. My cum pours out of me and into you, linking us, body and soul, for eternity.
I’ll never be able to let you go now. You’re mine for life, and if I ever lost you, I’d die. I wouldn’t be able to live. As my cum flows into you, I know I love you. I know I want you forever. I know I want you to have my baby.
CHAPTER 2
MEADOW
I slammed my car into reverse, pulled down the driveway of my overpriced suburban mansion, and skidded onto the street with a screech of rubber. For a second I considered speeding back down the driveway and slamming into my husband’s Porsche. Really ramming it. That would teach him.
But I didn’t. I took a deep breath, passed the four motorcycles parked side by side at the end of the driveway, and drove off without looking back.
My hands gripped the steering wheel like I was holding onto it for dear life. I drove erratically, too fast, tearing around corners. If I didn’t calm down I was going to cause an accident.
The radio was playing some sad, girl-loves-boy, girl-loses-boy song. It was the type of song that normally would have had me crying in seconds.
But I was done crying. I was sick and tired of being sad, and frankly, I don’t think I had any tears left in me.
I changed the station.
Taylor Swift? Nah.
Commercials.
Commercials.
Justin Bieber? Sorry, no. This wasn’t the time for adolescent angst.
I hit the next preset.
Respect, by Aretha Franklin? Fuck, yes.
I cranked up the volume, opened the sunroof, grabbed my sunglasses and slid them on as I drove out of Palo Alto, screaming, “R-E-S-P-E-C-T, FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME,” at the top of my lungs.
The song ended as I merged onto the freeway. Some song I didn’t recognize came on next and I turned the volume down. It was in that moment, once the distraction of Aretha was gone, that I realized I had no idea where I was going. I had no plan, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t care.
All I knew was that I wanted to keep on driving and never go back. It had scarcely been five minutes since my marriage evaporated before my eyes, but already I felt more free, more myself, than I ever had with that asshole of a husband.
Then I had my second realization. My spur of the moment road trip meant I had packed nothing and all I had with me was my purse.
Ugh.
The stupid Coach purse Matt gave me after one of our many fights.
I grabbed it and tossed it on the backseat, out of my sight.
I couldn’t remember what that fight was about, but I did remember the loveless look on his face when he handed me the expensive gift. He was one of those men who thought he could solve any problem, no matter how serious, by spending money.
After a while, each expensive gift just hurt me more. It was never thoughtful, I don’t even like Coach. It was just his way of trying to shut me up.
The truth was, I didn’t need expensive gifts. All I needed was a husband who loved me. And that was the one thing Matt could never give. I finally knew it for certain.
My attention was drawn to the dashboard when the empty gas light turned on. So much for smooth sailing into my new life.
Luckily, there was a gas station a few minutes down the road.
I pulled up to the full service pump and asked the attendant to fill the tank with premium gas. I got out and opened the backdoor to grab my purse and headed into the convenience store. I took my time walking around and picked up a few snacks. Cracker Jacks, Bits ‘n Bites and a bag of Sour Patch Kids.
Don’t judge. I never denied being an emotional eater.
There was a display at the end of the aisle with sunglasses, hats and beach bags. I looked through the bags and found one on the smaller side with a few pockets and lots of color. I grabbed it and made my way to the checkout.
The young girl working at the cash register smiled when I put down all the snacks. Not in a judgmental way, but in an, excellent choice kind of way. We both laughed as she scanned them through. I reached for my purse and remembered about the gas.
“Oh and whatever it came to at pump six.”
I lifted up my Coach purse and dumped the contents on the counter. The girl looked at me like I was crazy. I started transferring all my stuff into the new bag.
“Why on earth are you taking your things out of that amazing Coach purse and putting them into this cheap gas station bag?” she asked.
“Ha
h, yeah, I guess it does seem a little strange. I think I’ve finally come to the realization that money and fancy things aren’t the most important things in the world. But, I think I’ll still hold onto my Vogue sunglasses for now,” I said with a smile.
We laughed again and I put the Vogue case into my new purse. She told me the total and I tapped my credit card to pay.
I’d seen that same girl working at that rest stop every day for two years. She was a sweet girl. Always friendly, always helpful. I didn’t know anything about her but always assumed she was putting herself through college with the gas station paychecks.
“Here. You’d look amazing with a Coach purse,” I said, holding it out to her.
“No way. I can’t accept that. It’s far too expensive. I don’t deserve it,” she said, taking a step back and raising her hands in protest.
“You do deserve it,” I said. “You deserve the world. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”
I handed her the purse and gave her a look that made it clear I meant it. She reached out and took it, still unsure if she was doing the right thing.
“Thank you so, so much,” she said.
“You’re so, so welcome,” I said and walked back to my car.
I could hear her squealing behind me as I left. I turned back and saw her holding it up like a winning lottery ticket, showing it to the other kid who worked the counter with her. He clearly didn’t have the same appreciation for purses she had but it made me happy to see her so excited.
I grabbed the keys from my new, gas station purse and got back into my Lexus. The luxury Lexus Matt had also bought me.
It was one of the many gifts I received after I told him I knew he’d been cheating on me for years.
Big fight, big gift. That’s the way it was in our marriage.
But with this gift he’d also dangled the promise of a family, our own baby some day, on the condition I didn’t leave him. He even went to the trouble of installing a car seat in the back.
But I never did get the baby.
I hated that I was driving a car he’d paid for but honestly, I wasn’t ready to give that away too. My high principals had their limit, and I’m a practical girl. I needed this getaway vehicle.
But I hated what it stood for with a passion. I still had no idea what my destination was, but the ocean was calling my name. I merged back onto the highway and continued south.
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