Roman smooths my hair back, his lips curled in a smile, his dimple on display. “On our way. One minute.” He looks me up and down. “Now I want to eat that pussy.”
“Marry me, cowboy. Then you can feast, fuck, and do all the things this pussy needs. But first, make me your wife.”
8
Roman
Ikick the door to our hotel suite shut with such force, the moose head mounted over the fireplace gives way and comes crashing to the stone hearth with a boom.
“Jesus!” Emily’s grip around the back of my neck tightens, and she tucks her face against my chest.
“I don’t want him watching me fuck you for the first time anyway. He’s better face down. Just like I’m going to have you.”
I’m in physical pain from the waist down, knowing the time is here.
Finally, fucking, here.
I’m going to fuck my wife.Breed her like a mare in season, and leave her with no fucking doubt who she belongs to for the rest of her life.
“You scared, baby?” I’ve got my arms wrapped around her back, her legs hanging over my forearm. I carried her from the truck, through the hotel lobby, while onlookers hooted and hollered.
I left Carrie, Casey, and my truck behind.
My only focus was getting my dick inside my wife for the first time.
“No.” Emily shakes her head, her dark waves cascading around her blushed cheeks. “But for some reason, I’m scared you’re not gonna do it. Like…it’s PTSD from being turned down so many times.”
“Fuck that.” I reach up, remove my hat, and put it on her head, holding her on my hip like a little girl.
Her smile lights me up as blood rushes south, and I grunt and tug and curse as I set her on her little feet, then clumsily undress her, learning what a pain in the ass a corset can be to remove. I slide the skirt down her legs, falling to my knees as I do, so that I have to gaze up at my bride when I’ve got her naked except for her boots and my hat.
“You’re mine.” I nearly choke, emotions knotting inside me in places I didn’t realize could be knotted.
Her hands cup my cheeks, her tits at eye level. “And you’re mine. But, please, don’t make me wait.”
Her sweetness turns to petulance in a blink, stomping her feet like a toddler.
I push to my feet and kiss her, solid and strong, while her hands work off my clothes. Then I walk us together, backwards, into the bedroom of the suite, toward the bed, which I had the staff strip of everything except white sheets. It’s like an altar, ready and waiting for this moment.
“I’m the luckiest man on this planet,” I tell her as I grip her soft waist and ease her back on the bed, kicking off my boots before reaching down and pulling off hers.
She grins, takes off my hat, and tosses it across the room to land on the couch. “Don’t want it to get squished,” she says on a shrug.
Those are the last things on our bodies, leaving us naked as she scoots back until her head is on the pillows.
I crawl to her on the mattress, covering her body with mine, her legs apart, and her slickness glistening.
With a groan, I pinch her flesh in my teeth on my way up her thighs, landing a kiss on the apex of her pussy, lapping for a moment at her clit before she moans, and her fingernails claw at my shoulders.
“As much of a grand master you are at eating my pussy, cowboy, it’s that dick I need right now.”
“’lil Kicker, I’ll eat this cunt every day for the rest of my life. Shit, it might be the only meal I need from now until Kingdom Come. But right now, my dick has other ideas. Truth is, I had a lot planned for us, and some of it might make you question my sanity, but if I don’t get my cock inside that tight hole and a baby in that belly, my balls might just burst from all the cum they’ve been storing up just for you.”
She giggles as I brace my arms on either side of her hips, looking down at the monster between my legs, and a sudden burst of fear blinds me.
“What if I hurt you?” My greatest fear comes to the surface.
My Emily. Hurt by me. My temper. My actions.
