I love the way she’s greedy for my cock. She has no experience with men before, and she has no clue how big I really am. That doesn’t matter though, because she can’t get enough of it.
I grab her hair tight and start to fuck her rough from behind. I want to use my wife’s little pussy up, take her nice and rough. I don’t want to be gentle. I want her to know who her fucking husband is. I’m the man who makes her beg and moan, sweat and groan, and makes her come nice and hard. When she’s finished, I’ll fill her up and leave her begging me to go again.
I slam into her pussy, slapping her nice, full ass. I love how her pale skin turns red with my handprints. It gets me so fucking excited.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “Come on, fuck me,” she begs. “I want to feel it, Griffin. You’re my husband now.”
“You really want it, don’t you?” I smirk at her and pull her hair harder. She gasps, chin tipped in the air. “You want it all?”
“Please,” she begs. “I need it so badly.”
I slam my cock balls deep inside of her, making her moan. I reach forward and tease her breasts as I slam into her, not holding back anymore. If she wants it all, I’ll give it to her. Even if she can’t handle it.
I slam into her tight pussy, rocking into her, making her moan. I reach around her hips and rub her clit as I work myself into her. She starts to groan and work her hips, bucking back against me, riding my thick cock.
Suddenly, I know what I want. I know how I want to finish this. I pull myself out, making her gasp, and then I stand. I hold onto her hair and drag her with me over to the window.
“Come here,” I grunt at her. I push the curtains aside then push her up against the large window. It overlooks the city.
“Griffin,” she gasps as I press her forward. She braces herself against the glass by her palms. “People can see me.”
“You think so?” I grab her hair again, turning her back to me. “Good. I want them all to see my new wife. Look at this tight little pussy that I get to fuck, everyone.”
I spread her legs wide then sink my cock deep inside of her. She moans, throwing her head back.
“That’s right, you like it too, don’t you? I bet you want people to watch.” I slam my cock into her, fucking her rough, taking her like the fucking animal I am.
There’s no more talk between us. We both know what we want. I slam into her as she bucks her hips back against me, riding my every inch. I want to make her come up against this window for the whole goddamn world to see, and I won’t stop until I get what I want.
I slap her ass and slam into that tight pussy. She responds by moaning and working back against me, and we’re both sweating, pushing to the limits. I want to dominate her, destroy her, making her come so hard she forgets her fucking name. I start to rub her clit and fuck her tight pussy faster, deeper, making her moans get loud and deep.
I know she’s about to come when she presses her breasts and face against the glass. She’s totally lost herself and it drives me wild. Her whole body starts to shake and spasm as the orgasm washes through her, overwhelming her body.
It drives me wild and pushes me over the edge. I slam into her tight pussy and I can’t take it anymore. She feels so fucking good as I sink myself deep into her. I come hard, filling her tight little pussy up. I can practically feel it dripping out all around my thick cock as I come deep inside of her.
Slowly we finish, sweating and gasping for air. We collapse together onto the couch, my arms wrapped around my gorgeous wife’s perfect skin.
I can’t believe this is really my wife. Maybe it’s not supposed to be real, but in this moment, our bodies wrapped so tightly together, it feels very, very real. I can’t imagine anything more real than this. I wouldn’t want anything else. For me, it’s only Erin. I only need her and her alone. I don’t know what’s going to happen from here on out, but I don’t care.
Right now, in this room, I’m fucking happy.
24
Erin
I wake up early with Griffin and for the first time in a long time, I realize that I don’t really have a home.
Well, maybe I do. Maybe this can be my home. I try not to think about that too much as I get Lacey ready and take care of her while Griffin showers and dresses for work. We chat and flirt and kiss, and it all seems to normal, but I keep glancing down at the ring on my finger.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. This isn’t normal at all, but then again, I’ve never really done normal very well. I have to admit that I like being in Griffin’s house with him and Lacey, and he’s gone above and beyond to make me feel like I’m welcome and at home. Still I can’t help but feel like I’m intruding on their lives a little bit, even if I am married to him.