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“Will you fuck me now?” she begs.
I grin. “Patience, little wifey.”
She grins at the term, turning her face away as if I won’t see it. God, I love playing with her. She’s so fucking feisty. I undo the little button at the top of her dress and then slowly, ever so slowly, unzip the back of it.
She squirms beneath me, and every so often, I finger her clit while tugging on the string of beads to make sure she’s still nice and ready for me.
Each little high-pitched moan tells me, yes, she’s beyond ready. Still, I love to draw it out. Keep both of us on edge. There’s nothing like making love to your wife for the first time, and I’m relishing every fucking moment of this. Even if my cock is all but bursting with wanting her. It never hurt so good.
I kneel and then gently tug her up before lifting her wedding dress off over her head.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper. “You’ve never been more beautiful.” I can’t imagine anything more beautiful or sacred than my wife sitting before me in her white lace bra and garter belt, eager and begging me to fuck her.
She looks at me coyly. “How do you want me now?” she asks.
I climb off the bed, dragging a soft throw down from the bottom of the bed. I toss it so that it billows outwards on the floor, then kneel down on it. I pat my thighs. “I want you right here, honey.”
She doesn’t even pretend to think about it. She just immediately obeys and joins me on the floor.
I chuckle and point to my lap. “Here.”
She gulps as I take her hand and direct her how to sit—facing me, legs on either side of me so that when her sex comes down, it lands right on my jutting cock.
She stares into my eyes as I draw her wet pussy down onto me with my hands on her waist.
We both hiss in satisfaction as soon as my bulbous crown makes contact with her sex. Fuck, she’s so wet, and while I’ve stretched out her ass, her pussy is still so fucking tight. Made even tighter, in fact, because of everything I crammed in her ass.
“Layden,” she whispers, eyes brimming.
I nod. I know. I feel it, too, expanding my chest. “I love you.”
She throws her arms around me as I gently enter her.
She shudders and clenches around me. I lean in and kiss her, our lips barely touching at first. Light, glancing kisses. The barest brush of my bottom lip against her top one. Then, a gentle suckle on her cupid’s bow that becomes more urgent as she sinks all the way down on me, lifts up, and sinks down again.
“I love you so fucking much,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around her and holding her so tight it’s like I’m afraid she might disappear.
“I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life,” she says. “I was so alone before I found you.”
We make love passionately. Urgently. Her hips riding me as much as I’m thrusting desperately up into her hot, tight, wet—
“Layden!” she cries, and I can’t hold it any longer as I feel her start to spasm and shudder around me.
Our arms hold even tighter to one another as she comes, and my spine seizes, my balls tighten, and then finally, finally, I pump into the hot clench of my wife’s center as we climax together.
For several completely full moments, all of my life’s desires have come to fruition. I am so perfectly satiated, so perfectly in love, so perfectly fulfilled—
“Now, was that so hard?”
I blink in confusion at the deep voice that comes from nowhere. I’m still holding Phoenix tight, buried inside her, as the room around us begins to dissolve.
“Layden!” Phoenix cries, and I hear the fear in her voice as the actual room around us becomes clearer. We’re laying naked on a blanket on the floor, not a bed.
Horror hits as soon as I realize what’s happened. My father—our fathers. . . They’re watching on with satisfied grins on their faces. I move to cover Phoenix, a sick feeling settling in my stomach. They’ve gotten us to—
“Layden, my stomach!” Phoenix’s shout is frantic, and when I look back at her, I see why. Her lower abdomen is distending like a balloon. Like she’s—
“What’s happening?” she screams.
