“Oh fuck, Duchess, that’s it. All the way to the back of your throat, baby.” I feel her suck my cock down, and I bury my face back in her cunt. Her sticky sweetness coats my mouth and beard, driving my need higher and higher. Somehow we ended up on our bedroom floor. Why? I have no idea. We have a perfectly good king-size bed right beside us, but sometimes need gets in the way.
I’m taking her sixty-nine, and it’s killing me. She’s on top, and I’m having a hard time controlling anything like this. I’m at the mercy of her mouth, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Normally, if I can watch her go down on me, I can grab her hair and help control it. In this position, I’m utterly taken and completely off balance.
I try to focus on eating her pussy and sucking on her clit. I lick back, sticking my tongue deep inside her, and press a finger against her asshole. She cums so hard when I have just a little pressure there, so I rub her tight ring, making her moan louder around my dick. She tenses and grinds on my tongue, taking what she wants.
Feeling her mouth pop off my cock, she licks down to my balls, giving them attention. She sucks them into her mouth one at a time, licking them and nuzzling there with her face. I feel her gently rub her nose and cheek against me, and the intimate feeling nearly has me cumming on her face. It’s too intense and too perfect all at the same time.
Having her pussy on my mouth and her tongue on my dick is heavenly, but I can’t go off like this. I love cumming inside her too much to waste it.
I break my mouth away from her pussy, pushing her hips down my chest. ‘You gotta stop or I’m gonna bust too soon. Ride me, Duchess.” She lets out a little whine, like I took away her favorite toy, and in a way, I guess I did.
“Get on it, baby. I’ll give you what you want. I swear.” She sits up, and I help her squat down over my cock, getting in reverse cowgirl position. I’m so turned on, my cock is already standing straight up, so it’s easy to hold it in place as she slowly lowers herself down. When my thick cock is fully inside her, I thrust up, and she lets out a loud moan.
“I told you I’d give it back to you, Duchess.” Grabbing her hips, I help her bounce up and down on top of me. Her ass shakes with each thrust, and it makes my cock leak inside her tight pussy with every stroke.
“Lean forward a little, baby. Let me watch.” She does as I ask, leaning forward and bracing her hands on my knees.
I look at where we’re connected, watching my thick cock fuck in and out of her tight channel. Her pussy is so fresh and tight, I can see it holding on to my dick when I pull out. Her cunt gripping me and begging me to stay.
Every stroke in and out leaves a coating of her cream my dick. She’s so fucking horny for it, her pussy is dripping to the base of my cock and making a little puddle. Each time she drops down on my cock, a smacking sound echoes through the room.
After a few more bounces, I feel her hand rub my balls. I groan at the sensation, loving her gentle touch there. They tighten at her contact, so ready for release.
“I’m going to rub them until you go off inside me, Paine. I just want to feel you pulse in me as you do it. I want your cum to warm me up.”
“Fuck.” I close my eyes tightly, trying to hang on until she’s cumming too. “Rub your pussy, Duchess. I’m close, and I want you with me.”
She rubs my balls, trying to milk them for me as her other hand goes to her pussy. I can feel it there because I can feel her fingers slip around my wet shaft. She rubs around the base of my cock where we are connected, scooping up our combined cream. She rubs it around and then slides it up to her clit, rubbing it there to get herself off. She glides up and down my cock while rubbing our cream on her cunt, and I can’t take it anymore. Seeing my dick disappear and reappear as I fuck her and feeling her tight pulses have me nearly cross-eyed.
“Paine.” She moans my name as my cum pumps up into her. Her pussy clenches as her orgasm hits. I can feel each time my dick contracts, sending a squirt of cum into her.
She rides it out, slowly moving up and down, taking all of me as she shouts out her orgasm. Squeezing me harder and harder, she tenses up at her peak.
I hold her hips and try to breathe, letting her ride it out. After a few seconds, she falls back on top of me, a sweaty heap lying across my body. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me, kissing her neck as we both try to catch our breath. It was intense and hot as fuck, and I don’t know how long I lie there, holding her, trying to recover.
After a few moments, I kiss her shoulder and tell her it’s time. “It’s probably ready by now.”
“I’m nervous.”
“I’ll be right there with you the whole time.” I smile against her skin and squeeze her tighter, letting her know I’m never going anywhere.
She takes a deep breath and nods, and I get us both up off the floor. I take her by the hand and lead her to the master bathroom.
Penelope is a few steps behind me as I pull her to the sink with me. “You realize the test said we only had to wait sixty seconds, don’t you?”
I feel the cocky grin come appear on my face, and I turn to look at her. “Yes, and I told you sixty-nine sounded like a better idea, and that’s how we ended up on the floor. You didn’t put up much of a protest, if I recall.” She blushes a little, and I move in to kiss her.
These past weeks have been absolute heaven. I didn’t know love like this could be real, and each day I’m happier and happier. It’s only been about six weeks total since I first laid eyes on her, but I felt then what I feel now. I feel like I’m home.
When we left the lawyers that day, we went straight to the estate and got her things. There was plenty of time to go through the house and figure out what she wanted to do with it, but in that moment, we both wanted one thing, and that was to have her living with me.
I wanted her in our bed forever, and whatever it took to do that, that’s what we did. I asked her a couple of times what kind of wedding she wanted, and she finally decided she wanted to do something small in our home.
We got married in the backyard under the old oak tree. She wore her grandmother’s wedding dress, which was classic and simple. And she had her brother walk her down our makeshift aisle. Butch was my best man, and surprisingly, Penelope asked Joey to be her maid of honor. Over the past weeks, they’ve grown really close, and I think it has something to do with Joey being important to Law.
Neither of us cared about a big wedding or anything fancy. So we kept it simple. We just wanted something for us, and to make it legal. And I wanted to make sure the rings were exchanged.
She wears the ring her grandma gave me, and I wear a simple gold band. People tell me it’s dangerous to wear one while working on cars, but I think it’d be more dangerous not to wear one. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m not taken by the most beautiful woman in the world. I wear it with pride, and if you ask me about my wife, you better get comfortable. I’ve got a long list of what I love about her. I couldn’t be happier.
Standing in the bathroom, I break our kiss to reach over and grab the pregnancy test. I don’t look at it, just hold it out for her to take. Her nervous fingers take it from me, and she holds it, hesitating.
I pull her naked body close to mine, wrapping her up and kissing her forehead. “Turn it over, Duchess.”
She turns over the pregnancy test, and we look down, seeing the blue plus sign. I feel my heart nearly burst with love, knowing that we made a baby together. I knew at some point it would happen, but seeing the test makes it so much more real. I feel myself smile from ear to ear, and I look down to see Penelope shed a few tears. I kiss them away, scooping her up and carrying her to our bed.