by Nora Flite
“Lie on your side,” I said, palming my erection through my pants. She was frozen, just watching me. “God, I love seeing you hypnotized by my cock.”
She bit her lip. “It's because I haven't seen my husband's cock before, and I can't wait to.”
My dick flexed in my grip. I knew I'd gone still, nostrils flaring, my desire for her plain as day. Quickly, I moved to help her slide her dress out of the way. I exposed her long legs, the silken thigh-highs... and her lack of panties. “Jesus, Nell,” I groaned. “You were like this the whole time?”
She buried her grin in the pillows.
“No,” I said flatly, leaning over to catch her chin. I made her face me again, and her smile vanished. “Tell me what it felt like to walk down the aisle with your little pussy naked beneath your wedding dress. How hot were you, waiting this whole time to show me?”
Her tongue darted over her teeth. “Crazy hot. Feel me and see.”
Tracing my hand over her thighs, I moved her dress higher. Her vanilla skin was bare, her folds already swollen and open. I could see her clit flex. I knew she was soaked and I didn't have to feel her to tell.
“You smell so damn amazing,” I said, my words strained—all of me was straining. Then I saw my hand on her leg, the wedding ring on my finger, and any hope of holding back evaporated.
She whimpered as I traced two fingers over her cunt. Spreading her folds, I dipped my tongue, lapping greedily. Her thighs hugged my face, driving me to lap at her liquid center faster.
I couldn't tell if she was squeezing me to make me stop or to make sure I wouldn't stop. Bracing myself with one arm wrapped around her hip, I licked my thumb and pet her firm clitoris. “Ah!” she moaned, wriggling, pressing her naked pussy onto my lips. My nose was grinding into her pinkness now.
In my pants my cock was heavy with need. It pulsed constantly, demanding I set it free. I ignored it by focusing on how amazing it was to have my new wife's pussy dripping down my chin.
Stroking a finger down her seam, I pushed it in patiently. “Do you feel that?” I asked as the metal band vanished inside of her. “That's the ridge of my wedding ring. It's inside of you—did you ever imagine that happening?”
“Fuck,” she managed, her voice cracking. Her ass rocked on the mattress.
“You need more in this greedy cunt, is that it?” I expected steam to rise off of my tongue. I was burning up; so was she. Her hot insides flexed around my finger. I inserted a second, then a third, thrilling with how she vibrated right down to her knees as they crushed my ears.
I could barely hear her over my own breathing now. I'd never been so hard. My balls were drawn up, tight—ready to explode even though I hadn't gotten my dick wet yet. “Come for me,” I growled against her thigh. I nipped her skin, making her jump—causing her pussy to choke my fingers. “Come for your husband. You're so close you couldn't hold back if you tried.”
My filthy mouth set her over the edge; she keened high, back arching, limbs stiffening. Her walls pulsed over and over, liquid flooding my ravenous mouth. I could have eaten her out until there was nothing left of her to give.
But I needed my own release or I was going to go insane. Moving her legs, I knelt on the bed by her feet. She was panting, skin flushed as she gazed at me like she'd never seen me before. Was I so different now that we were married? Now that she was truly mine?
“I love you,” she said suddenly.
Freezing with my zipper down, I studied her face. The shadows cast by her eyelashes made her eyes dark. Her mouth was red as jam. I crawled over her belly carefully, kissing her with such force the air whooshed out of my nose. “I love you, too,” I said, watching for her reaction. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, better than okay.” Her smile was soft but real. “Just a little emotional. Hormones and all. But I'm fine.”
“Good,” I said, sitting back, peeling my trousers open. My cock came out in my fist, angry red, the head shining with my precome. “Because I'm going to fuck you blind now.”
She inhaled sharply. Watching me closely, she rocked onto her side, reaching back to spread open her pussy for me. She put herself on display and it sent a rush of electricity through my brain to my shaft. My thick veins pulsed under my thumb. “I'd divorce you if you didn't,” she said.
Spooning her from behind, I rubbed my cock up and down her slippery folds. One hand cupped her belly, steadying her, giving me the brace I needed to push my shaft between her gap. After a few thrusts across the outside of her pussy, my entire thick cock was glistening.
Each movement I made drew a shuddering gasp from her. “Bishop, that's—God that's good. Fuck me, please. I'm losing it waiting for you.”
“I know.” I stamped a kiss onto the back of her neck. The dress rippled around us, creating waves of white and silver, but never getting in the way. The fat tip of my cock pressed on her entrance. It drew me in, a persistent pull until my crowned ridge entered. I hissed through my teeth. “Fucking hell you're tight.”
How was she always so snug after all the times we'd screwed?
My wife's pussy was magic. It made a lot of sense, really.
Inch by inch, I filled her up, enduring every flutter of her inner walls. My balls drew against the crack of her ass. We were sandwiched together, locking in and breathing out in simultaneous, almost relieved breaths. My heart beat through her spine. I felt her pulse, her blood, her consuming heat.
And I felt the way her round belly pressed into my palm. Nothing made me as crazy as knowing she was carrying my child in there. Pregnancy was the ultimate gift... and the ultimate proof she was mine forever. I'd claimed her in every way a man could.
Rocking my hips, I built up the pace. I was too fucking aroused to take my time. If she hadn't been pregnant I'd have been rougher. As it was, I gripped her beautiful hair in one fist and pawed at her breasts through her corset with the other.
My lips shaped the words I love you even though my brain was on another level and unable to hear. But she did, her whole being clenched in response. Saliva filled my mouth; my tongue was numbed and buttery.
Deep in her pussy, my dick swelled. Then it swelled more, drawing a low croon from Nell that went on and on until it blurred with my own roar. “More,” she sobbed. “Give me more. I need more of you—more of your come, make it drip out of me.”
“Jesus,” I breathed. My cock scraped through her and I somehow, with her demand, found more speed. I was wedged so tight inside of her that without her juices flowing so free I wouldn't have been able to move an inch. But I did move. I fucked her like a piston on overdrive.
Grunting, I clung to her body as sperm flowed from my cock. Each flare of my chest on her spine drew more cream from me. Endless come. I was draining everything I had—challenging our biology not to knock her up while she was already fucking pregnant.
She came again. I'm not sure when she stopped. Her muscles were clamping down and making me see spots.
Our bodies fit together so naturally. When I draped my hand on her hip, she reached over, winding our fingers together, making our wedding rings touch. “I could stay like this forever,” I whispered, nuzzling her throat.
“Me too.” A long, delicious yawn made her ass roll into my naked hips. “But I'm going to ruin the mood by getting up to pee.”
We both laughed. I sat up, propping my head on my arms behind my head. Nell gingerly stepped off the bed, and when her dress drifted down to hide her perfect legs, no one would have known she'd just been fucked senseless. No one but us.
She washed up in the bathroom. I listened to the water run, watching the half-open door across from me. Her silhouette kept moving in the crack. It cast shadow, then white light, then darkness again. Finally she swung the door open. She was framed by the hard lines, her curves exaggerated.
I sat up, stiffening everywhere. My cock twitched to life again. “You're impossibly gorgeous,” I whispered.
Nell's blush went up her throat and didn't slow down. Wrapping her arm
s over her belly, she turned, casting a sly look at me as she faced away. “Undo my dress, husband?”
My cock jumped again. “With pleasure.” Standing up, my hard, veined shaft bounced against my thigh. Her attention darted there, then back to my face. “I can't help it. You drive me wild,” I explained with a throaty laugh.
“I don't mind. I'm just appreciating the view.”
“Same,” I said, the huskiness not gone. Running my hand down the nape of her neck, I watched her goosebumps come alive. With ease I flipped the ribbons holding her corset top, unwinding them until she breathed out in relief.
Gingerly, she touched under her arms. I saw the side of one tit and groaned. “That dress was amazing, but it crushed me. My breasts are so damn huge these days.”
“Such a shame,” I said. Letting my palms slide down her naked shoulders, I pressed firmly on her shoulder blades, then beneath, rubbing under her heavy breasts. “Come back to bed. I want to massage my wife.”
“Those words are magic,” she chuckled. Facing me, she wriggled the voluminous skirts down her hips. Nell was poised before me in all of her new wife, and soon to be new mother, glory.
Before I could control myself, I put my hands on her stomach and inhaled loudly. “Bed. Now.”
She moved as quick as she could, stretching out on her side—one of the few positions left that she felt comfortable in. I glided in beside her. My hard dick prodded her ass, but I ignored my desire and instead started to work my thumbs into her tender muscles.
Nell's eyelashes fluttered. “That's so good, Bishop. Thank you.”
Reaching down, I massaged her calves. She mewled like a cat. “Was the wedding hard on you?”
“On my body, yeah. But then everything feels like a challenge lately.”
“That makes sense.” I kissed her shoulder and left my cheek there. “One month until you're due.” One month until I'm a father.
She went quiet. I thought she was relaxing into the comfort of my touch, but when I lifted my head, I saw how she was staring at the far wall. Her plump lips were making an awful frown.
I cupped her chin, and she turned, looking up at me. “What's going on in your head right now?” I asked softly.
Blinking furiously, she rubbed at her eyes. Were those tears? “Sorry. I'm sorry.”
“Shh.” Pain shot through my chest. I was flooding with a need to protect Nell and keep her safe. Her sadness was my sadness, and that would always be true. Cradling her to my chest, I shifted her body so she was lying on me with her head under my chin. “Don't ever be sorry for how you feel. Just talk to me.”
For a while she sniffled. Her tears moved between hiccups, to nervous laughter, then back again. “I'm all over the place. I can't hold myself together, and it's your fault.”
I held my breath. “What?”
The shard of despair vanished when she looked up and I noticed she was smiling. Even with wetness on her cheeks and her eyes all red, she looked happy. “Yeah. If you weren't so sweet, and kind... if you didn't love me so much... and if I was capable of doubting that you might actually be a good dad—” she cut herself off and shrugged. “If you were none of those things, I could feel nervous like a normal person. Instead, I'm so overwhelmed by feeling happy that I don't know what to do with it all.”
Words fled me. What good would speaking do, anyway? What she was explaining was a feeling that went so low, so raw, and reflected my own so acutely that there was nothing I could say in response.
So I kissed her.
I kept kissing her until my lungs gave out and my body itched for oxygen so much I could die. And I still kept kissing her for a little longer past that.
Gasping, I broke away. She gazed at me with her cheeks flushed—her lips mildly swollen. “Nell, I love you.” It was such an obvious thing to say, but she waited, not caring that I lacked creativity. “And if it's my fault you're so happy... I'll take that burden.” Grinning, I wiped away the last smudge of her tears. “Thank you for saying I'll be a good father. I'll do my best.”
“I know.” She stroked her belly, then she took my hand and pressed it there. “Feel.”
Under my palm there was a kick. It was small—easy to miss. It sent my heart sprawling. “She's strong like her mom,” I whispered. “Hopefully she'll be a good older sister someday, too.”
Nell's eyebrows furrowed hard. “Are you planning our family photo in your head right now?”
“Our photos. Our vacations. Our everything.” I squeezed her and didn't ease up. My teeth nipped her ear, making her whimper. I was addicted to the noises she made. “I told you before, I want children. As in multiple.” Her thighs scissored; I was turning her on, and knowing that engorged my cock. “Somehow, I don't think convincing you to let me pump my seed into your greedy cunt will be hard.”
“Bishop!” she gasped.
“I'm going to have everything I ever wanted in life,” I whispered, my lips perching on her temple. Lazily I trailed my fingertips down her chest to brush her sensitive nipples. “How many people can say that?”
Nell's hand squeezed mine tight. “Two that I know for sure. You... and me.”
Clutching her, trying to touch and hold every inch of her, I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes. It's true, I thought, palming her belly obsessively. There are two people in this world who have it all.
And soon there would be three.
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