Stanton Bliss(38)

Natasha slowly opens it and gasps when she sees the large diamond pendant on a thin gold chain. “Joshua.” Her eyes are wide, almost questioning.

I smile and kiss her as I grab her around the waist roughly.

“Say thank you, wench.”

She laughs into my kiss. “Thank you, wench,” she repeats.

My lips drop to her neck. The sound of her laugh, the smell of her skin and the feel of her love makes forever seem too short.

And as her lips melt against mine, her hands pull my jacket off my shoulders.

“Naked. Now. I need you naked right now.” She growls.

I happily oblige, I remove my jacket and shirt as she undoes my pants in desperation. She instantly drops to her knees and puts my dick in her mouth.

I close my eyes and hiss in appreciation. Her dark eyes watch me as she takes me deeply, in and out. I watch my cock slide from her mouth. This is supposed to be lovemaking but watching her do that just makes me want to rip her apart. My eyes find the hundreds of candles alight in the room.

Get it together, Stanton. Romantic… she deserves a romantic wedding night.

I pull her up to her feet and slowly take her clothes off as my lips stay locked with hers.

My neck gets tight and I crack it to release the tension.

“Oh, God, Josh, I f*cking love that.” She growls as she starts to climb me, wrapping her hands around my neck.

I smile as I lay her down on the bed. “I f*cking love you,” I whisper.

We kiss, and the feeling behind it has my eyes closing by their selves. My fingers find their home between her legs and I slide one in.

Oh, f*ck, yeah. Burning hot and slick, just for me. I add another and slowly start to pump her with my fingers. Her body clings to me as I pull them out. This beautiful cunt is going to feel so f*cking good around me tonight. I feel my pre-ejaculation rush to my head and start to drip.

My cock is hungry… so f*cking hungry, and only one thing can feed my appetite.

She whimpers and arches her back off the bed. “Presh, do not start arching off the bed or I will lose control,” I whisper in a pained voice.

She kisses me deeper as she arches again and I have to physically stop myself from dragging her beneath me. My cock is thumping, weeping and so damn hard, it’s near painful.

Get it together, Stanton, I remind myself. Lovemaking… love… making. Not f*cking. I shake my head and pull my fingers out. If I keep doing that, keep feeling the burning hot flesh inside my girl’s body, it’s all over.

She kisses me again and arches off the bed. “Josh, I need you to fill me.”

I inhale deeply as I try to control myself.

Bloody hell, how do men do this gentle thing?

I need her around me again, so I push three fingers in and we both groan as her body contracts around me.

“Fuck me with those fingers,” she whimpers. “Fuck me hard.”

My breath quickens and my cock starts to take control of my actions. I rip her leg up aggressively and her eyes flash with arousal.

“You want to be finger f*cked?” I hold my wet fingers up in front of her.

She nods as her dark eyes hold mine. She grabs my hand and puts my wet fingers in her mouth, sucking them dry. “I want to be finger f*cked, then I want to be cock f*cked, and then I want to be ass f*cked,” she purrs.

That’s it. Control lost. I hold her legs back, pushing three fingers in, forcing her to clench around me. I pound her, my strong fingers surging in and out of her body until the bed slams against the wall.

“Joshua,” she whimpers again as she lays back and shudders, her orgasm ripping through her.

When Natasha orgasms, I can’t hold back. Her muscles contract so tightly around my fingers that I need to get my cock in there to feel it. I lose all control and any rational thought. I pull her legs over my shoulders and slam into her, she cries out. The muscles deep inside her quiver around me. I place her legs over my shoulders so I can hit the end of her, and I start to f*ck her at piston pace. This is my favourite position by far. She can’t move. I have her pinned to the bed and she can only lie there and take what I give her… what my cock decides to give to her. The only problem I have, is lasting. She feels so f*cking good every time, I have to try and stop myself from coming.

It’s always too quick. I part my legs wide on the mattress and start to ride my girl hard until she jerks, her second orgasm lifts her from the mattress and into my arms.

I sit back and splay her over me, spreading her legs wide. I hold her hips tight and piston up into my very own version of Heaven. She’s swollen, dripping wet, and f*cking perfect.

I need to be deeper, so I pull her hipbones back and forth over my cock, my eyes closing as I feel my ejaculation rip through all of my senses.

And then she kisses me and I smile into her beautiful lips as I try to catch my breath. We are both wet with perspiration and I glance around at the beautiful romantic candlelight we are basking in.

“I was trying to be romantic,” I murmur into her neck.

She smiles and kisses me slowly, her tongue diving deeply into my mouth.

“Forget romantic,” she replies. “You still have an ass to f*ck.”

I smirk. “God, my wife is a beautiful slut.” I growl as I flip her onto the mattress and she laughs out loud. “You’re about to f*cking cop it.”





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