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I moan at the praise.
“Come fuck your man now, sweetheart.”
I whimper. Stand on shaky legs, straddling him. Then align my sopping wet folds with the cock lubricated by my saliva.
PRESENT DAY - Mateo
Zina’s pussy is otherworldly. She’sfuckingtight. Holding me in a vise-like grip. She’s goddamn soaked, dripping down my dick and all over my balls. I’m gripping her hips, probably painfully, but I can’t loosen my grasp. I need to hold her tight. My eyes are glued to the spot where we’re joined. Her gorgeous pussy stretched around my thick cock, gliding in and out, glistening from her juices. Fuck!
Hands digging into my shoulders, Zina plants her short, manicured nails into my skin. The pain enhances my pleasure. She’s gonna leave fucking marks I will proudly wear.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fucking bounce on my cock. It’s all yours. Fuck yourself good.”
When she moans louder, I can’t hold back an up-thrust, making Zina cry out.
“You like that, sweetheart? You like me pushing my big dick up your tight, wet cunt?”
Zina lets out another loud whimper and I can tell she’s close. So fucking close. I band a muscular forearm around her waist, clasping her in place, and start pistoning into her hot, drenched channel. She bounces on my lap, head thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Her full lips parted on a silent cry. Her inner walls rippling around me like she’s about to fucking swallow my dick. I press the pad of my thumb on her swollen clit. One pass and the hood is pushed back, the sensitive bundle of nerves at my mercy. A few well-placed strokes and Zina comes undone. Shaking, whaling and spasming in my arms. God, she’s beautiful.
I feel the telltale tingle of my imminent orgasm prickle at the base of my spine. My mouth falls on Zina’s and I plunge my tongue deep between her lips. Coaxing her tongue. Fucking her through her orgasm, at the same time chasing mine. When I feel my climax is imminent, I pick her up, flip her on her back, and thrust hard. Zina’s orgasm stretches into wave after crashing wave. She moans loudly, calling my name over and over, pushing me over my tipping point.
I root myself to the hilt, my body contracting in brutal spasms. Spraying long, hot ropes of cum inside her. Zina tightens even harder around me, sucking me in, milking me. Eyes squeezed shut, I let my orgasm take over and just grab on to Zina’s hip with a hard clench.
When we finally come down from our high, I drag us to the bedroom, lay Zina on the huge bed and make my way to the restroom. I clean up and return to my girl, holding a warm, damp hand towel. I gently clean her, dispose of the towel, then return to settle next to her.
I pull my woman into my arms, gently kissing her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Feeling more complete than I ever have in my life. Family, power, wealth. And now she’s here. Back into my arms. I sure I’m never fucking letting go. I will break my back to make this woman happy. Love, cherish, and spoil her until my very last breath.
“Zina?”
“Hmm?”
“You know you’re stuck with me, right?”
She laughs, and it comes out tired and happy, making my heart swell. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”
My heart expands further. I bury my face in her wonderful scent and thank The Heavens for bringing my woman back into my life.
Epilogue
I’m sitting on the balcony of our honeymoon suite, overlooking the white sand beach of Diani, off the coast of Kenya. It’s palm trees, palapas and clear water wherever the eye can see. A fresh breeze coming from the nearby Indian Ocean.
All I have on is one of my husband’s linen shirts and a tiny lace tong. Sitting with my feet propped up on the plushy wicker sectional, I’m nibbling on our cold lunch. Fresh tropical fruits, a beautiful salad, freshly caught seafood. It’s fucking delicious.
I’m enjoying the warm weather and clear blue sky. The smell of the Ocean. A freshly squeezed fruit cocktail. My tablet in my hand, scrolling through Messy Mandy’s gossip column, laughing about her latest shenanigans. The woman is a trip!
Matt walks in, finding me giggling like the happy, carefree, enamored fool he’s turned me into. He’s all golden tan skin, overlong hair and beard. Big, buff, and fucking delicious. His bare chest covered in tattoos, my name inked across his left pectoral. The carved lines of his chest and stomach, the mouthwatering trail of dark hair traveling down his abs into the waistband of his lounge pants. Bare feet, giving me one of his wicked grins. My heart and pussy flutter in unison.
He plops himself on the couch next to me, pulling me close, and sticks his face between my big boobs, making me squeal.
“What you giggling about, wifey?” his growly voice rumbles against my bare skin.
I breathe out, “Messy Mandy.”
“Hmm, the infamous columnist.” He kisses and licks the swell of my breasts, sucking, and gently grazing. “You haven’t read me any of her stuff in a while.” More groaning, licking, suckling, and gentle bites.
I start squirming on the cushion, rubbing my legs together, seeking friction. The lace of my underwear sliding through my dampening folds.
I throw my tablet to the side, forgetting all about celebrity news, and funny memes. Squirming and moaning under my husband’s powerful hands. He circles my waist, then slides up and down my sides, cupping my breasts in passing. Squeezing the full globes, pinching my hard nipples, bringing each one to his eager mouth. Lapping and drawing my flesh deep between his full, wet lips.
