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ChapterFour
Hannah
I am married. I am married to Jude Blackstone. I am Mrs. Jude Blackstone. It seriously just happened. I am going to relive this day in a few days in my mind and fall into a state of shock. But right now, all I can think about is what is about to happen. I should be nervous, right? Hesitant since he is a relative stranger, but all I feel is anticipation. “Put your arms around my neck,” he says, bending down.
“Why?” He lifts me in his arms and my arms wrap around his neck hastily. Chuckling, he smiles and kisses my forehead.
“That’s why. I am carrying my wife over the threshold of our new home.” He carries me as if I weigh nothing and does some weird eye thingy over a door scanner. The front doors unlock and over the threshold we go. “Welcome home, baby girl.” His lips touch mine softly before he pulls back and kicks the door shut. Before he can put me down I hear something scurrying across the floor. Like bulldozers these two gorgeous dogs come flying at him. I can tell they are used to jumping all over him when he comes in the door, but they stop suddenly seeing me, a stranger in his arms.
“Oh my goodness. What are their names?” I ask him, wiggling in his arms, to let me down so I can pet them, but he doesn’t.
“The male is Hulk, and his mate is Sol. They are four years old.” I haven’t stopped looking at the gorgeous well-trained babies he has.
“Hey beauties. My name is Hannah. Tell your dad to let me down so I can meet you,” I say, but instead of working on him, he chuckles.
“Nice try, baby girl. For right now, you are only getting down for one reason only.”
My neck moves swiftly, taking everything in waiting on him to let me go, but he doesn’t put me down. He kicks his shoes off and takes the stairs two at a time. “Aren’t you going to show me around?” My voice sounds shaky, but I am trying to hold it in.
“Later. You have forever for that, Hannah. Right now, I need to make you my wife in all ways.” His voice sounds heavy, labored but I know it is not from the stairs or from carrying me. We walk into a massive room that I barely have time to look at before he lays me on the bed and stands up straight. He wipes his hands down his face and my stomach begins to quiver. I am trying so hard not to squirm under his gaze, not from being nervous, but from the impenetrable fog of lust weaving between us. “Jesus. Did you wear this innocent dress to drive me out of my mind?” His finger runs up and down the strap of the sundress I am wearing.
“I-I don’t know.” It’s true. I knew he would be at the house today. I tried on three dresses before I settled on this one. I managed to convince myself it was because I was uncomfortable with the amount of skin it showed, but if I am honest, this one shows far more skin even while showing it more modestly. The way it fits my bosom area and my waist before falling down to right above my ankles. The straps are thin, and the dress is a shade of white, that is not entirely translucent. because of that, I couldn’t wear undergarments so yes, I am naked underneath.
“You know. You knew I would be there, stroking my cock under the table, staring at all of this alabaster skin, picturing if your innocent nipples are going to be pale or pink. You tested me to see if I could stop myself from bending under the table and sampling your innocent pussy as the entree’.” Dear Lord, I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the whine that is building inside of me. His words are like lancets piercing through the last of my resolve and turning me into someone I don't recognize.
“Jude, I can’t..” My head is moving back and forth in delirium. I can feel his fingers continue to move down my body, and then the strap falls. He pulls the top of my dress down and my breasts jiggle when they are free.
“Christ. How is a man supposed to stay righteous when he is faced with this.” His words are low, and I feel like he is talking to himself. “You will continue to hide this from everyone, Hannah. Do you understand me? If I even think a man has access to the special parts of you, I will commit homicide. All of this,” He lifts my breast in his hand and drops it, licking his lips when it bobs up and down. “Is for me only, wife. Tell me you understand.” His mouth is close to my nipple, and I find myself pushing my chest closer to him. “Say it, baby girl. Say it is all for me.”
“All for you, Jude. Please do something.” Who am I right now?
“What do you want me to do, wife? Do you want me to put my mouth on your virtuous pussy?” I don’t know. Do I? I have read it in a few books and the heroine seems to like it, but I don’t… Holy mother.
My mouth drops as I look at my new husband’s body. His chest has a few tattoos, adding to his whole appeal. He is fit and covered in muscles. I am hit with an image of licking his chest and my nipples begin to harden. Oh God. This is too much. I can’t take it. “I don’t know. Just please make the ache go away.” I beg him, rocking my head back and forth. My hips, moving on their own as if possessed by something, I feel wet and sticky.
“Anything you want, baby girl. But first, show me you want it. Pull your dress the rest of the way off and spread your legs. I want to see my new possession.” Desperate and willing to do anything he asks right now, I grip the bottom of my dress and pull it from under me, shimmying my way out of it. I pull it past my feet and hear the faint swoosh of the fabric hitting the floor. “Look at you, Hannah. This pussy is so wet and shiny with your sticky dew, baby. Look.” His finger slides through the lips of my womanhood and I cry out, feeling an explosion of nerve endings hitting me in the most delicious way. “Look at your desire, baby girl. Watch me taste it for the first time.”
“Jude!” I call his name when his fingers slide between his lips, and he closes his eyes moaning at the flavor.
“Spicy righteous pussy. Damn. Open up. I’m thirsty.”
Oh my word. His mouth on my womanhood is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. “Jude I don’t…I’ve never…yes, that feels so good.”
“It’s ok baby. Let it go and grind this converted pussy on my face.FuckHannah. I should be in church worshipping this fucking hole. How am I supposed to stop licking to fuck you?”
His filthy mouth is adding to the mania I am feeling. Can something be obscene and sexy? If you had told me I would enjoy my husband talking to me like this, I would have shunned you, but now I don’t know how I am going to live without it. “Jude, something is happening.”
“I know, baby girl. It's an orgasm. Your first one will be intense but just fall into it, baby.”
“It feels so scary and good. Oh God. Oh. Oh.” Then it hits me and a flurry of colors blind me while I scream his name and thrash my head back and forth.
“Fuck baby. Watching you cum is the second coming. I want to see that look on your face for the rest of my life, baby.” He kisses my mound and my body as he slides up. I have yet to recover my breath or my mind. I can feel everything, everywhere. His tongue swipes back and forth across each nipple over and over before sucking both of them into his mouth. My stomach begins to quiver again, the sensation building once again. His teeth nips me, and I hiss, moaning and holding him to my chest, never wanting this to stop.
Moving once more, he reaches my mouth. He sucks on my lips and bites into them a little, making them feel swollen and used. Feeling used by him is heady and welcome. I can feel his manhood between my legs when he spreads them further. It hits me in just the right spot, and I squirm, trying to line my swollen clit up with his hard member. I feel like I am blacking out. My mind doesn’t belong to me right now. Neither does my body. It is his now.
