Istep into the room where my lingerie-clad new bride awaits me. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew that a night with her would be… perhaps impossible. I’ve never been with a woman who looks remotely like my new wife, Cullen Tyler. It’s not that I don’t like her appearance. It’s just… not my type. Not the type of woman who I would normally pursue, anyways. I’m sure my brother Zack chose her for that purpose. Yet, according to everything in her file, there may be more than a few things we have in common.
But what if my cock won’t get hard for her? She has soft, full curves and a body that is far closer to the physique of an average woman than a super model. Yet… I find myself oddly curious about normal. I can have super models. Celebrities. I can’t have… normal. Except, even that you can buy with a billion dollars. I grin as I push the handle to the bedroom door open. I can’t expect her to want to spend the night with me after we consummate our marriage. And I won’t force her.
It’s bad enough that our contract requires us both to engage in the act tonight, before either of us might be fully ready for such a thing. Will this full-figured plus-sized woman get my cock hard, or will I have to jack my cock off until the very last minutebefore sliding it inside her. My thoughts are grim, but perhaps it’s the way my insecurities manifest.
When I step into the room, I can’t see her at first. The tension in my chest relaxes when I find my new dark-skinned bride positioned exactly the way I want her. The lingerie selected for her looks absolutely incredible. The corset tightens around her waist and pushes her breasts together. My cock jerks forward eagerly as the thought of cumming across her perfect dark brown tits intrudes into my heat.
A flesh of embarrassment spreads across my cheeks soon after. Dirty. But maybe it won’t be so hard for me to think of what to do with Cullen tonight. She keeps her eyes averted per my instructions, allowing me total control over scrutinizing her and readying myself for what will happen between us next.
“I’m happy that my wife is such a good girl,” I murmur. Saying the phrasemy wifeinstantly causes my cock to jump to attention. There’s nothing I have ever experienced like it. I take another step close to Cullen as I watch her kneel. The submissive position makes her even more perfect to me.
“Look at me, wife.”
There’s something so possessive about the word between us. Our marriage is more traditional than most. Old-fashioned. And I expect her to service my needs as a wife should. Cullen’s lashes flutter upwards as she looks at me and her dark-brown gaze nearly causes an immediate eruption in my pants.
I press my finger to the base of her chin and stare into her eyes for a few seconds. I wonder how she feels or if she’s scared while kneeling before me. My cock yearns not just for her mouth, but I need to ensure my readiness before I slide my dick into her cunt. Despite my growing desire to put my dick in her mouth and use her for my pleasure, I can’t help but feel the tiniest warmth for this desperate woman wrapped up in lingerie on her knees.
Money protects me from ever falling into a position such as hers. I have more money than any human being should – and I can’t stop myself from constantly wanting more. Cullen wants so little compared to me. I am a dark, endless void of nothing and she’s so… innocent. In comparison.
“You poor beautiful thing,” I murmur. “Open your mouth to take your new husband’s cock.”
I wish I could have more than her reluctant consent. Even in my position, there’s a part of me that yearns to be wanted for who I really am. If there is a person left beneath the endless, desperate clawing for more wealth.
Cullen does exactly what I ask of her and that pretty little mouth drops open. She has every intention of following through with her contract and I like a woman of her word. I undo my belt buckle on my own and keep watching her down there. I’m hard already, but I don’t know if it’s Cullen or the situation at hand.
There’s something utterly erotic about having total control.
With my cock free, Cullen’s chest makes an unsettled flutter. She must be quietly acknowledging how impressive my cock looks. Her mouth is small in comparison. I press the drooling head up against my new wife’s lips and my crotch tightens as the soft lips brush warmly against my flesh. It’s been a long time for me. I work a lot and I find women more trouble than they’re worth most of the time.
They scheme too much.
This woman on the other hand… I like that Cullen kneels before me. Quietly. Her mouth opens wider as my cock finds its way into her mouth. Her full lips wrap around her teeth easily, protecting my velvety shaft from an unwanted attack. Every inch I slide into Cullen’s hot, wet mouth nearly makes me burstinstantly. I haven’t even started moving yet. Her mouth opens wider without instruction to accommodate my dick.
Without prompting, her lips tighten and Cullen begins to work my shaft. Without needing me to force her, my new wife starts to suck my cock and the tight pressure from her lips is fucking incredible. She sucks dick like a woman who wants to draw the cum out of the base of my balls. I groan as my cock slides all the way to the hilt and without meaning to, I scrape the back of Cullen’s throat.
She makes a slight gagging noise and I hold her head in place for two extra seconds before pulling my cock out of her mouth. Cullen gags again and looks up at me as if she’s afraid to express her disapproval.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Cullen. But my wife will have to learn to take my cock.”
The tip of my cock brushes her mouth again and this time, Cullen teases me by taking my cock all the way down to the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag. And from that wicked position on her knees, she looks up at me with a defiant look. The expression on her face tugs on my heart. She’s more of a fighter than I thought, isn’t she?
Cullen enjoys the look of terror and control she provokes from me even while on her knees and the flicker of resentment and excitement in her eyes is just…too much.
I cum instantly.
She holds my cock all the way in the back of her throat and with very little work, Cullen makes me cum.
Chapter Six
Cullen
Idon’t mean to swallow my new husband Padraic’s cum, but I don’t think he meant to explode down my throat. I wanted to teach him a lesson not to underestimate me, but he pumps a thick load down my throat that hits so far back that I have to swallow every drop. He shudders and groans, pulling away from me and stepping back with a terrified expression on his face.
“I’ve never felt a mouth like that,” Padraic says. There’s a hint of anger in his voice that confuses and surprises me. You would think that he would be happy. He wipes the rest of his cum off on my lower lip and I look away from him in humiliation as I lick his seed off my lips. It tastes good, but I don’t want him to see.
“Look at me,” he says after a few seconds of awkward, heavy breathing. I made him cum, so does that mean I’m done with having sex? My lashes flicker upwards towards him and my pussy throbs with uncomfortable attraction. He looks like a total douchebag in his suit with nothing but his cock exposed.
I don’t think he meant for any vulnerability to erupt between the two of us. He didn’t mean to instantly cum in my mouth or lose control here. Eye contact is Padraic’s best effort to re-establish control, but I already feel a slight high off the slightest surge of power I have in this dynamic. Whatever little power Iwrestle away from Padraic in the bedroom is all I’m going to have in this place.