“Cum for me,” I whisper, licking at Cullen’s earlobes as I hit that sweet spot again with my fingers. She can’t resist. Her hips buck again and Cullen can’t hide her explosion. The pleasure tightens through her body and then releases in waves. She can’t control herself and if it weren’t for me holding her up, she wouldfall onto her large breasts, which would surely leave her totally immobilized on the bed.
I like that she’s top heavy with fantastic, gorgeous breasts. And an ass that exposes her perfectly wet slit to me. I hold Cullen’s slippery, sweaty body against mine as my cock rages, ready to take her. She whimpers and struggles against me slightly, but I think it’s more of a struggle against her own desires and the pleasure rattling her ability to stand on her own before me.
“There,” I whisper, as her orgasm settles. “Now it’s my turn…”
I refuse to use protection with her and didn’t bother adding any stipulations regarding breeding to our contract. I’m more than willing to leave this up to chance. I want to feel Cullen the way nature intended, her bare skin slippery and puffed out preparing for my drooling red cock to split her open and rub right against that soft skin.
My cock thumps against her entrance as I almost pierce the wrong hole. A strong arm wraps around Cullen’s waist so I can hold her in a much better position to get my cock inside her from behind. First contact with the slippery heat between her legs when I finally find the right spot for my dick sends a surge of pleasure through me that almost forces a premature ejaculation.
I move my hips and find her wet slit easily this time. Cullen groans as the head of my cock spreads her open and there’s a quiet wet slap as I spread her wide, ready to slide all the way inside her. I can’t stop myself. I claim her pussy with one deep thrust. Cullen grunts and needs the force of my grasp to stop from falling over. I hold tightly to her curvy hips and get every inch of my dick inside her.
This could lead to something permanent – more permanent than marriage. Blood surges to my cock as nothing but primal excitement pumps through my veins. Unlike before, breedingher would be practical. Sensible, even. She’s my wife and if I want my marriage to last forever, both of us will need an heir.Iwill need an heir. I certainly don’t plan on leaving my earnings to my brother.
Cullen cries out in pain again as I move my hips around to get a nice feel for the tight warm pussy enveloping my cock. A shiver travels down my spine. I want to cum inside this warm, safe, and soaking wet place. My hips withdraw slowly and I slam into Cullen again, bottoming out and hitting her pussy even deeper. She cries out again. I can’t tell if it’s pain or pleasure.
I’m not sure if I care.
She’s my wife and I want to breed her.
My breathing is harsh and difficult as I withdraw from her slowly and plunge into Cullen again, letting her moans activate my deepest desires and forcing myself to just… let go. If she finds me too rough, she can fight me afterwards. I pump inside her with a rough, quick stroke that makes her cry out again.
Pain. Pleasure. It doesn’t matter.
I pump into her faster. Cullen’s body slams into mine with each thrust. The sound of our wet slapping only gets me harder and more desperate to cum. I don’t care that I’m using her, I just want to finish between her legs, plant sticky white seed inside of Cullen. My thrusts grow more ardent as I work up a steady rhythm. Fucking has never felt this good. I’ve never been with a woman who has done it for me like this.
I’m about to cum inside her, I swear, when Cullen surprises me. Her hips move back slightly and she meets my thrusts. It feels so good. The wet slapping between us gets louder as we both slam into each other. Both wanting to cum. Both yearning.Her hips swivel around my cock and I feel like she’s drawing the cum out of me. But really… she’s getting close.
The wet slapping grows louder. Cullen’s moans grow sharper. Then I feel it. Her pussy clamps around my dick and she loses control. This is cumming unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Her pussy grips me like a vice. I cry out and lunge my body forward, hitting the deepest part of her pussy with the tip of my cock and forcing Cullen to moan. With nowhere to go, her body shifts backwards against mine, only forcing my cock deeper.
She cries out and convulses around my cock, which is exactly what it takes for me to join her. I bury my face in her neck and groan as I release inside her, holding Cullen against me so she takes every last drop of my cum. The moaning from her takes on more of a whimpering tone, but I don’t care. I grasp her sweaty body against mine and fill my new wife with my seed on the very first day of meeting her.
This is tradition, right? This is what marriage is meant to be…
When I slide my cock out of her, there’s a strange feeling in my chest. Right in my core. I’ve never felt anything like it before, but it’s almost like an emptiness takes over me the moment my body parts from Cullen’s. I feel as if I’m in danger – deep, dark danger that I was previously unwilling to admit.
I feel something. I’ve never done this and felt anything at all.
Terror fills my chest. I pull away from her. I want to be cold. Ineedto be cold towards her. I can’t let her know that all it took was such little softness from her to unravel me.
“Turn around.”
She obeys my command. And she looks… beautiful. She’s more than I could have expected. If my brother intended to offend me with a plus-sized black woman, he was sorely mistaken about my tastes. Just because a particular type of woman is uncommon in my social circles doesn’t mean I’m against meeting such a woman.
And I suspect Cullen isn’t just atypeof woman. There’s something about her that feels special to me – and I can’t explain it. Her eyes meet mine with fire that almost gets me hard again.
“Thank you, wife,” I say in a stern, commanding tone. I don’t think I can help sounding just the slightest bit grateful. Like I’m about to grovel on my knees and beg for another romp in the sheets with her dripping cunt.
She doesn’t respond. I don’t care. I run my thumb over her lower lip possessively. My whole body shudders. That tug she has on my chest doesn’t stop. It gets stronger now that I’ve planted my seed inside her. Now that I’m risking…everything.
“We should have rules,” I respond, dropping my voice as much as possible, forcing myself to sound restrained. In control. The opposite of how I feel. “Outside of fulfilling my sexual needs and our public duties… we have very little reason to interact.”
If my goal is to hurt her, I can tell I’m successful.
But it doesn’t feel as good as I hoped. And I almost wish that I asked her to my bed instead.
Chapter Eight
Cullen