Stanton Bliss(9)

He rips away from me and kisses me aggressively. “There’s my beautiful slut,” he whispers into my lips. “I’ve missed my girl.” He cups my face in his hands as he looks at me tenderly Emotion steals my ability to speak. Oh, god. I love him. I love him so much.

“Get the camera,” I whisper with renewed excitement.

He raises an eyebrow and then smirks as he pulls away from me. He grabs his video camera from the wardrobe, puts it on the sideboard and turns it on. The red light tells me it’s running. I pull him toward me and start to slowly fist him as I scatter kisses all over his hipbones.

Joshua stands silently, holding his breath. He cracks his neck hard and I smile. That damn neck crack gets me. Every. Single. Time. There isn’t a more orgasmic thing on Earth than when he does that. Joshua’s hands cup the back of my head tenderly. His mouth hangs slack as his dark eyes hold mine. I pull out and slowly lick up his length and around his tip.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He clenches his jaw as his arousal amps up to another level. He stands and pulls me up by the hand, kissing me deeply as he holds my jaw where he wants my mouth. Josh’s lips drop to my neck and he bites me gently as he drops to his knees and slowly licks his lips as his mouth kisses my sex through my dress.

“Mrs. Stanton,” he breathes onto my stomach and I smile like an idiot. Slowly standing, he turns me away from him and slides down the zipper at the back of my dress. Gentle lips dust my skin and my head falls to the side. My dress drops to the floor and I hear him inhale deeply. Since I got back, it feels so new, yet so familiar. I will never get enough of this.

I’m wearing a white G-string and corset and I silently thank the Lord I got that little bit of sun this morning.

“Lay down, my beautiful girl,” he commands quietly.

I lie down and he dips to go lower, but I pull him back up to my face.

“No, Josh.”

He frowns.

“I need to warm you up, Presh.”

I subtly shake my head. “No warming up tonight,” I breathe.

“I will hurt you.”

“That’s exactly what I want.”

He hesitates.

“I want you to hurt me like it’s the first time. I want to feel the burn of your possession. I want to be taken on my wedding night. I need my husband to own me.”

Joshua’s eyes flash with dangerously high arousal, and he gives me that look that he gives, the one where he goes past his physical limits and I know I am about to f*cking cop it.

The tension is palpable and he cracks his neck hard.

“This is why I married you,” he whispers darkly.

Feeling very proud of myself, I bite my bottom lip to contain my smile.

“You know what I need more than I do,” he whispers before he lays me down on the bed and lifts my hands over my head, holding them in his. He kisses me deeply as he starts to rub his rock hard cock back and forth through my dripping wet flesh.

My head falls back in pleasure. He feels so good. So hard.

I try to close my legs to try and get some traction.

“Open.” He growls and bites his teeth into my neck. His fingers go to my sex and he pulls my lips apart, positioning his cock. I hold my breath. And he pushes in, my eyes close, waiting as he withdraws slowly and thrusts hard again.

Ah, the burn. I have to try and stop myself from wincing.

My legs try to close by themselves. “Open.” He growls harder.

This hurts but holy f*ck it feels good.

“Can you feel that, Presh?” he whispers darkly.

I wince as he goes deeper with each stroke.

“I own this beautiful cunt. Mine and only mine,” he purrs as he starts to pick up his pace.

His jaw hangs slack and he rises, widening his legs to give himself more power and traction. I can see every muscle on his chest and shoulders, a sheen of perspiration covers his beautiful body. He pushes my legs back to the bed and places his hands on the mattress above my shoulders to hold me still. He slams into me and I cry out in pain.

He groans deeply and his eyes roll back. “I can feel every muscle inside of you. You feel so f*cking good, Natasha.”

That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back. “Harder,” I whisper. “I need it harder.”

His hand slides underneath my behind, and he starts to lift me to meet his pumping cock as the bed hits the wall with force.

Dear… Fucking… God. My body starts to shudder as I try to hold it off. I close my eyes to try block out the visual of this muscular beast above me – pumping me with everything that he’s got, taking what he needs from my body – but I can’t. My body lurches forward as an orgasm the size of a freight train rips though my body, and Joshua growls as he, too, comes in a rush.

We lay panting, gasping for breath and Joshua smiles into my lips as he kisses me tenderly.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Emotion fills me. “I love you, too, baby.”

Joshua looks to the camera on the side table and winks deviously. “My wife is one hot f*ck.”



The sun is shining, as I lay on the deck chair, content in a post orgasmic glow. It’s about two in the afternoon and Joshua and I have been married for three blissful days. Today is the first day we have had our families around. Up until now we have been alone and have gone from our bed, to the shower, to the pool and not much farther.