by Hazel Gower
“It’s time to go, honey.” Gillian gently touched my shoulder. Her shining smile as she stared at me had my heart overflowing with love. “We’re already running a little late, but the bride is supposed to be a little late.” Her lips turned into more of a smirk. “It’s always good to let the men wait, especially the alpha Silverman men.”
Giving a quick sharp nod, I turned, gathering my long train, and Gillian guided me outside to where Zeck, in black dress pants and a white silky top, stood waiting for me. I’d asked him to give me away. Besides Mason, he was the man that I loved the most, the brother I’d never had.
He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “You look absolutely beautiful. My brother is one lucky man.” Heat rushed to my cheeks as we turned and I dropped my long beautiful train and we made our way down the tropical garden path to the beach.
As we reached the beach, I gasped as flower strewn arches covered in arum lilies, babies breathe and orchids covered the path down to Mason and the priest. The ocean water glistened behind them. He stood proud in black dress pants and a white, loosely fitted shirt.
My toes sank into the sand and I wanted to run down to the love of my life, but it was my wedding day and I also wanted it done right. I wanted the anticipation as I made my way to my soon-to-be husband. People were watching and I wanted to make a good impression on all the Silvermans’ fancy guests.
My dress just reached the sand. My arm looped through Zeck’s helped stabilize me with the heavy dress and the long train on the uneven sand. My gaze stayed focused on Mason and I watched as his smile got brighter and brighter. I didn’t make it even half way down the arched, makeshift aisle before Mason broke from the end and stalked to me. His eyes gleamed like a feral cat stalking his pray.
He leaned down and swooped me up in his embrace. “Thanks, bro, but I got her now. She’s mine.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Let’s get married.”
“Mason, you’re supposed to wait to kiss her until the priest says you can,” Andrew yelled out.
I giggled as I saw Albert, Mason’s father, whack Andrew upside the back of his head. Mason carried me to the priest and gently placed me down, flinging out my train. “Make her mine,” he stated to the priest.
Gazing up at the most amazing man in the world, I didn’t hesitate when I repeated my vows and became Alexa Silverman.
WE WERE MARRIED. WE’D GONE to the reception instead of skipping like I wanted to, but now it was our time. The party raged on behind us as I strode towards my wife who was speaking to one of my many cousins from overseas. I gathered her to me and slammed her mouth to mine, eager for our first night as husband and wife. Without a word to anyone, I backed us up toward the exit. Easing away from her, I picked her up and grabbed her dress train as best I could so I wouldn’t trip in the rush to our cabin.
I made it in record time and placed her down so I could get my key and open the door. I noticed the candles straight away and the rose petals scattered over the floor. I turned and went to lift her, shaking my head as she tried to step in. “No way, wife of mine.” I swooped down and cradled her in my arms. “You’re the bride. I carry you in.” Turning so she didn’t hit anything as we entered, I stepped over the threshold and sighed in relief that we were finally alone, after what felt like days of family and friends invading our space.
“Oh, Mason, this is amazing.” She gazed around the cabin to see it lit up with candles in glass cups and flowers and petals everywhere.
I didn’t care about the cabin. My only interest was the woman in my arms. I needed her. I wanted to be closer. I wanted her dress off. Even though she was beyond stunning in it, my cock had been painfully hard from the moment I saw her at the edge of the sand ready to walk down to me. I let her down, eager to see what she had under her dress for me. The sparkly silk fabric clung to her and when I saw the million buttons I groaned in frustration. With quick, nimble fingers I undid the buttons until I could see the gown was loosened enough for her to get out of it. There was no way I was undoing all the buttons. I didn’t have the patience, especially when I got a peek at the sexy corset she had on underneath.
My breath caught in my throat as I lifted her out and I saw the creamy white lace corset set with matching G-string, garter, and stockings. Her arse looked amazing and I couldn’t wait to see it from the front. Spinning her I took a step back to take her in. “Damn, bear, you’re so sexy and all mine.” Her breasts heaved over and barely stay contained. I thought I was rock hard before, but now I was sure I could hit a nail into concrete. “You’re keeping this on the first time tonight,” I rasped, barely able to form words.
Stepping back to her, I wrapped myself around her and felt her up and down. Needing more skin to skin contact, I eased back and yanked at the suit, not caring when I heard it rip and buttons hit the ground. Alexa didn’t say much but her hands franticly helped me as she rubbed herself against me. She was just as hot for me as I was for her. When I was naked, and before my mouth took hers, she smiled up at me, her gaze filled with passion, and moaned, “I love you.”
Running my fingers through her hair, I circled it around my fist and tilted her head back more. I brushed my lips over her once, twice, and a third time before I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I love you, too, Alexa Silverman.” Her breath hitched at her new name and I explored her body, pushing her boobs up so the big beautiful babies were set free over the corset. They were large before, but as she got further in the pregnancy, they just got bigger and bigger and I drooled with the need to taste them any time I saw them. Kissing my way down her body, I did just what I wanted, sucking first one large nipple into my mouth, and then swapping to the other. Alexa arched up and her fingers combed through my hair, gripping it each time I sucked.
Lifting her legs, I backed us down to the bedroom and was glad to see the door open. We didn’t make it to bed. Alexa let out a gasp and yanked on my head when I bit a little on the next suck. She yanked me up and took my mouth, delving her tongue in to meet my own as I backed us against a wall.
Alexa’s legs slid down my waist and she rubbed herself against me. Gliding my hand down her smooth skin, I hooked my fingers into her G-string and ripped it off. She nipped my lips and I returned the favor. Her mewls drove my need higher and I was eager for some tasting before I settled my dick into its home. I nibbled my way down her lush body until I stared up at her from my knees. “I’m so fucking lucky. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” Her dirty blond hair with the pink streaks fell in disarray out of the elaborate do, her cheeks were a rose pink and her green eyes were bright with lust. Her lips were puffy and so damn enticing. I could already see the little hickies I’d left on her soft skin. Taking in my woman, my soulmate, my wife, I ran my hands up and down her perfect body before stopping at her entrance. My fingers brushed over her lips. She shivered and I spread her pussy lips apart, revealing her clit. I stroked her clit and grinned as her body started shaking. I leaned closer and my tongue took the place of my fingers lapping at her. Her gasp had me wanting more so I buried my face into her pussy and feasted. Alexa cried out, “Mason. Yes. Yes.” My mouth ravished her, licking, and lapping at her. Alexa’s thighs against me became shaky and she rested her hands on my head. When I drove my tongue into her, she gripped my hair and tugged, begging for release. “Oh yes. Please. Yes. Oh, so close. Yes, yes, yes!”
Resting one of Alexa’s legs over my shoulders, I delved deeper, sucking at her dripping core. Her moans and mewls of need were like sparks of fire shooting straight to my already straining cock. Her legs started to quiver. She was going to come. I increased my sucking and added my fingers to her pussy as my tongue lapped at her clit. Her grip on my hair became painful as she pulled it from my scalp. “Yes. Oh yes, Mason. Fuck. Yes. Fuck.” She screamed as her legs went to jelly and I had to quickly grab them to steady her.
It was time to sink my cock in its home. Picking her up, I walked to the bed and sat her on the edge. Alexa gathered me to her and captured my lips to
her own with the desperate need for more. I lined my dick up to her entrance and pushed in, burying my cock so fucking deep I was sure her scream would have been heard for miles. “Mason.”
Alexa wrapped her legs around me. Tearing my mouth from hers, I kissed my way down her neck and sucked. I wanted to show my ownership of her. I was going to brand her so much no one would ever doubt she wasn’t owned. She was mine. I now had paper to say so. She arched up moaning as her pussy walls pulsed. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I was fucking my wife. I was fucking my pregnant wife. Fuck, it felt so God damn good. She was slick and tight. Sliding out, I paused and stared down into her passion filled eyes before I drove my dick home again. “Who’s fucking you?” I growled.
“You,” she moaned
“Who?”
“Mason!” she tried pushing onto my dick, but I was in control.
“Who am I now? Say it wife. Tell me who’s fucking you?” I snarled and drove in and out of her twice before stopping and waiting for her answer.
“Mason. You.”
“Yes,” I grunted “But what am I now?”
I saw the light shine in her eyes as she realized what I wanted her to say. “Husband. My husband is fucking me.”
Grunting my satisfaction, I rewarded her by propelling deep, in steady thrusts, and continued at a constant pace that dove her crazy.
“Mmm, yes,” she howled, arching and digging the heel of her foot into my arse.
Lifting her up, I was glad for the steady bed to lean against as I held her close with one hand and basked in our bodies rubbing together. Spreading my legs for better balance, I ached for release, but would never come until she did again. I pounded into her in a mindless frenzy, repeating over and over, “Don’t come. Hold it. Don’t come”. Her core was getting so tight it was getting harder and harder to move in and out of.
We needed something more. I wanted more. “You’re going to ride me.” I didn’t give her time to reply. I slid out and climbed onto the bed eager to get back inside were I belonged.
The sight of Alexa crawling up the bed almost had me shooting my load. This woman was my wife. I was damn lucky. Her tits swayed and I couldn’t take it. I reached down and yanked her up and onto my chest. She wiggled down and I groaned as her wet pussy left a shiny trail. Alexa rose up and painstakingly slowly settled onto my dick. I gritted my teeth and yanked the sheets as my cock wrapped in her warm, wet, heat. Holy fuck. She was tighter than just a moment ago.
“Mmm, that feels so fucking amazing.” She moaned, flinging her head back in pure bliss. I watched transfixed as my Goddess wife started to ride me like a pro. Her hair was sticking up in a crazy mess, her make-up smeared, but right now she looked so fucking hot, like a Goddess showing the powers she had over her man.
Alexa rode me, at first with fast quick strokes until her walls started to quiver around me. I picked up her speed, straining to hold myself from blowing. I drove up, meeting her thrust for thrust, pride washing over me as she went wild, yelling her need. “Please. It’s going to be big. I need, just . . . I’m so . . . close. I need, please. Mason.”
Circling her waist, I brought her down so our sweat coated bodies rubbed and I trailed my fingers down to squeeze her arse, before I slapped her cheeks a couple of times. She squealed, her voice ringing in my ear. My fingers ran down her crack and I gathered her wetness and as she sank down I circled her butt. When she rose, I sank my finger in.
“Holy shit,” she yelled. “Mason.”
Pulling out on a sigh, I gathered her juices and then this time when she slid down on my cock, I thrust my finger up her arse. She screamed and her core spasmed around me and gripped my dick like a vise. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Alexa. Fuck.” I swore I was seeing fucking stars. I pumped into her, barely moving because of her tight pussy’s hold. Alexa buried her face in my shoulder and her teeth sank into me as I let myself go, roaring my release. I slowly eased my finger out of her arse and my cock out of her pussy. “That was fucking amazing, wife.”
She lifted her and moaned, “Sooo good, husband.”
Wrung out, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Alexa. I was just going to rest a moment or two before we started round two.
I PLACED MY HANDS OVER Mason’s on my little stomach. I had a little baby bump now, at three months along, but most would just think I was fat. I leaned back against my husband and stared out at the animals from the balcony of our penthouse suite at the Animal Kingdom Lodge at Florida’s Disney World. The place was amazing with its African safari theme. The penthouse had three balconies and we were on the top one off our room.
We were officially on our honeymoon. We’d arrived in America less than twenty-four hours ago. I was exhausted, but so grateful that the family had their own plane, so we traveled in style for the fourteen-hour flight. I was surprised when Mason told me we were going to America for our honeymoon. I thought he’d choose somewhere more tropical like Hawaii or New Caledonia, but he’d just shook his head and said, “We live in Queensland. The Sunshine State. We have beautiful beaches and all that. You want something new. Something fun and exciting.” He’d definitely delivered. What place is more fun than Disney World? I wasn’t one for thrill seeking rides, especially being pregnant, but I did love all the Disney characters. I couldn’t wait to go shopping and get all new clothes and knick-knacks.
“This is so amazing.” I turned in his embrace and gazed up at my husband. “Thank you for this.” I rose on tip-toes and kissed him. “Thank you for being everything I need. Everything I could ever dream of and more. From the moment I met you, you’ve been my light, my hope, my savor, my best friend and lover. You’ll always be my knight in shining armor. You’ve given me a family and unconditional love. I love you, Mason Silverman.”
He cupped my arse, lifting me so I wasn’t on my tip-toes. His eyes were so dark brown they were more a black color, but they shone with their adoration. “I love you too, Alexa Silverman. You are my happiness. The light of my life.”
Mason’s lips came down on mine and my heart overflowed with happiness. I was one lucky woman.
Two and a half years later.
I HAD A DAY OFF from studying and I spent it with all my boys. I was studying music at uni, and thinking of maybe being a music teacher if it went well. But I was only going part time as I wanted to enjoy being a mother.
Eric and Taylor were handfuls. Smarter than most children their age. They had their father’s boisterous energy, always on the go, unless they were tired and then they were snuggle bunnies that never left my side. Taylor, Eric, and their father were my whole world.
“Mummy. Mine,” grumbled Taylor. His little fist clenched my shirt, his blonde hair stuck to his face.
“Nooo. Mine,” cried Eric. They clung to me, their little bodies wet from swimming lessons.
Looking over at the pool, I watched as my panty-wetting husband strolled out of the pool along with his brother, Zeck. They’d been teaching the children since they were little babies how to swim and Eric and Taylor were pretty good now, but still learning. Once a week, same time, rain, hail or shine, they taught them how to swim. I’d helped when they were babies, but now I was seven months pregnant and with the boys getting closer to the terrible twos, they used me as their personal gym and Mason was scared they’d accidently hurt me.
They were both tired, and when they were, all they wanted was me. They were mummy’s boys and I loved it. I clung to them, but my belly was too big and got in the way from them wanting to climb on me.
Both my boys looked like clones of their daddy, except Taylor had blond hair and Eric had my green eyes. I loved being a mother. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Sure, there were dirty diapers, toilet training, sore breasts from feedings and nights when I lived off only a couple of hours sleep, but no matter what, I wouldn’t change anything. I loved my life.
MY SONS WERE SO ADORABLE, but they were little monsters. Currently they were climbing up on my b
eautiful pregnant wife. They were rough, tough, boys and I worried that they’d accidently hurt her.
Rushing over, I scooped up my two boys, ignoring their cries for their mum. Alexa was a brilliant mother. Everything a child could ever want. She amazed me every day with her love and care of our boys. She wanted lots of kids and I kind of thought she was a little crazy, but when I saw her with our boys I didn’t think it was that bad an idea. I did love her pregnant. I thought she was super sexy. With this pregnancy, and her first, she’d been ultra horny and it was heaven.
Images of her sucking my cock until I woke almost every morning, and then riding me until I yelled her name, or her coming to the gym so she could jump my bones, flashed before me. Damn, my dick was getting hard and I knew in my swim shorts showed it.
“I can see the look in your eyes, husband. Let’s get these kids fed, bathed, and in bed before we do what your eyes are begging to do.” I wiggled my eyebrows and she made my favorite noise, giggling.
She turned and hugged Zeck. “Thanks as always.”
“Yeah, thanks bro.” I bumped his shoulder. “Now get your grubby hands off my woman.”
Zeck rolled his eyes. “I’m going home to my own woman. See you Friday afternoon?”
“Say bye to uncle Zeck, boys.” Alexa kissed each of their cheeks.
Their byes were sleepy and I had a feeling they weren’t going to last through dinner before they fell asleep. I carried my boys inside, watching Alexa as she waddled to the bathroom. My gaze zoned in on her arse.
