She actually hummed in her throat as she licked my cock juice off my tip before licking her way down my length. "No hands." I warned her when she moved to take me in her hand. Instead I led her head up and down my cock until I was in her throat. "That's my good girl."
I loved to watch my cock expand her throat, loved the way her throat fought to take me in. There was cock juice dribbling down her chin as she took eight of my twelve and a half inches before spitting me out to catch her breath. "Had enough?" For an answer she opened her mouth for me to feed her my cock.
I slapped her cheek with my heavy cock and made her bob for it until I was leaking onto her tongue again. "I don't want to cum in your mouth this time babe, I want in that pussy again, let go." She looked at me with her mouth full of cock and greed in her eyes before letting me plop out of her mouth.
With her hair still grabbed in my hand, I moved back around behind her and let my cock find its way home. Her pussy was still swollen from her earlier pounding, but she knew just how to move her body to take my cock.
"That's it baby arch that back, put that ass in the air." She grabbed the poles of the bed as I slammed into her once and held. "You ready?" She knew what was coming. Although we enjoy nice slow loving on occasion, we're both fond of hard fucking. That down and dirty shit that made you almost too embarrassed to look each other in the eye the next morning. The kind of shit that I would never have imagined my little prim and proper china doll was capable of.
She nodded her head yes and held onto the bed hard enough to turn her knuckles white. With my fingers pressing into the dimples in her ass, I fucked into her with nice slow strokes until her pussy juice made it easier for me to fuck deeper without causing pain.
"Fuck, I'm so deep in you." Her legs started to shake and she pounded the mattress when I went past her cervix and into her womb. This was my favorite spot, even more than her G-spot, being in her womb always got me going and it's all I needed to set her off.
She came all over my cock as her head shook from side to side, but after all night fucking I was nowhere near ready. It was going to be another long night.
I didn't give her time to come down; instead, I reached over to the side table and got some lube for her ass. After greasing her up nicely, making sure to get some deep inside her, I pulled out of her pussy and eased into her ass. This wasn't her favorite thing to do so we didn't do it too often, but every once in a while I need in that ass in the worse way.
She might not like it too much, but that didn't stop her from enjoying having her ass stuffed and she always cums hard as fuck from having me in her ass, and tonight was no different.
I felt my balls getting ready to spit fire as she clamped down on my cock and pulled out. I stroked my seed into the small of her back and all over her ass being sure to get some in her dimples.
"Bath time." I slipped out of bed dragging her with me. In the shower I of course did all the work since she's damn near comatose after a night like the one we'd just had. My reason for doing this is twofold. Yes I love making love to her for hours on end, but I've come to learn that after a night like this, she's almost dead to the world once her head hits the pillow and that suits my purposes just fine.
While she was dragging ass, I had a second wind. I went through the pretense of getting ready for bed and climbed in with her, holding her close and murmuring to her in the dark.
I waited until she was asleep, as I'd been doing for the last couple nights, before sneaking out. I dressed the part for what I had in mind. All black from head to toe. I eased down the drive with my lights off and hit the dark streets on the hunt.
Three hours later, I returned home empty handed again. My frustration knew no bounds. I was running out of time and felt trapped by my two loves. If it were up to me I wouldn't leave her, not for a second, and I didn't like feeling like I was choosing the ring over her safety. If it were just myself who had something to lose I would walk away in a heartbeat, but because there were others who would be affected, it wasn't as easy to make that call.
Chapter 11
Traci
Today is the big day. My mom, my friends, everyone I care about is here. I wasn't as nervous as I would've expected, Wyatt doesn't leave much room for such idiosyncrasies. This morning before he left me after another night of marathon sex that left me with hardly a working brain cell, he'd given me just one warning. "Don't make me wait, your ass better be heading down that aisle at exactly three o'clock."
For some reason his nervousness made me less so. He was worried about me not showing up not the other way around; that made me feel very secure in what I was about to do. I hadn't had any real doubts in the last few weeks, who had time with a maniac like Wyatt to deal with?
The man never gave me a moment to think about anything but the life we had ahead of us. He had all these plans already, was always dragging me into something or the other that he thought I might like to do. He was already making arrangements to cut back on his travelling, which is something I'd tried my hardest to talk him out of.
I knew how he felt about his sport, had even gone with him on one occasion when he was sparring with someone in what he called a grudge match, whatever that means. I saw the change in him when he stepped into the ring. The way he dominated his opponent with sheer force of will.
I have to admit to being very turned on by what I'd seen that night. So much so that we'd pulled over at the end of the driveway on the way home and went after each other like animals in the car before making our way outside. Of course we'd had to go delete the security tape after that, which had I known it was there I would never have let him bend me over the hood of his car and take me from behind.
"What has you blushing?" Cris came over to watch as the makeup artist added her finishing touches. Her question only made me blush harder so I tried to distract her. "Is everyone finding everything okay?" Marie had insisted on having everyone get ready at the house in the guest wing. She'd hired hair and makeup artists, nail technicians, and who knows what else since there were about fifteen people running around from place to place taking care of our every need.
There was a knock at the door and the females went into high panic when it was Chad standing there. We had an hour before we needed to be at the chapel, so the best man showing up unannounced caused more than a little stir. I was the only one not flustered; that was until he handed off the little gift his brother had sent me.
"Oh my word, are these real?" It was a bracelet, a ring of diamonds, each the size of the nail of my pinky finger. "This can't be real, is your brother crazy?"
"I think that's a moot point, but he says you're to wear that today." I looked from my mother in law to my mom then to my girls. In the last month and a half Wyatt had pulled some stunts. He'd bought me not one, but two vehicles, but those he had pretty good arguments for. The Jag, because my blabbermouth friends had told him that that was my favorite car, and since I couldn't afford a car and he thought I needed one, I let it slide. When he gave me a custom made Mercedes G-class a week later, his explanation had been that everyone needed an SUV and that was the safest.
I wasn't too sold on that one but this is Wyatt, the man doesn't understand the word no. But this, this is beyond. The thing must weigh five pounds and was completely … "Where am I gonna wear this?"
"Look at it like your wedding gown dear, you're only going to wear that once, though I think you'll get much more wear out of that piece." Mom came over to hug me before I went into total meltdown, while Marie was busy, wiping tears from her eyes.
"No, you don't understand, that piece, it's about more than its monetary worth. Do you know what you hold in your hands? It's as if he'd taken his heart out and placed it in your hands. That was his great-great-great- grandmother's. It's been in the Hunter family for generations. It once belonged to the wife of a Raja, one of the first made by Asprey and Garrard. His great-great-great grandfather was gifted it for bravery when he saved her life in some uprising or the other back in India. No one has worn it in over two hundred years … " She broke down and couldn't speak but what she'd said thus far was enough.