When I started whimpering in need, half out of my mind and so horribly empty I could barely take it anymore, David finally,finally,slid his thick cock down where I needed him.
With one hard thrust, he filled me completely.
Oh, God.
It was like every time we did this, I forgot until this moment how good it felt. Like the pleasure was too big to fit it all into my memory.
He was so deep inside me, and so thick. Each time we did this, it was like I was getting reshaped by his cock.
He was pulling almost all the way out of me before thrusting back in,hard. He was slamming into me with powerful thrusts.
The way that his cock moved inside of me… how his balls smacked against my ass each time he dove into me, that perfect slide deep within me—he was perfect.
“Look at how well you take me, my perfect girl,” David reached down between us, his skilled fingers unerringly finding my clit, stroking me in a circular pattern that was going to make me lose my mind.
My back arched as I moaned, grasping the bedsheets in my fists, needing something to hold on to as David split me apart with his huge cock.
I couldn’t hold back—I came hard. The walls of my pussy clenched down on him, pulsing around that perfectly thick cock. Pleasure wound through my body in waves, as molten bliss coursed through every inch of me.
David groaned, pulling out of me a little way as his knot swelled. Then he was back to fucking me. His thrusts were shallower, but the extra pressure of his knot was grinding against my clit. Driving me wild.
He lost his hard rhythm, diving into me with wild abandon, chasing after his pleasure. With a last sharp thrust, David stilled, groaning out my name as he spilled his release.
I loved the feeling of David’s cum, the warm rush of it filling me… it satisfied some primal need in me to feel the evidence of his desire—how it was flooding deep within my body.
A moment later, he pulled out of me carefully, then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
In the aftermath, the two of us caught our breath.
I had never felt safer. Never felt more cherished.
“Hey.” I whispered.
“Hey,” David whispered right back.
It was warm and comfortable and dark. Now that I was cozy and sated, it felt like a safe place to ask the questions that were too scary to voice in the light of day.
“I was just wondering what made you change your mind about marrying me?”
“Looking for compliments, wife?” David teased. He gazed at my naked body in a proprietary manner, making it clear that he liked what he saw.
“Hey, we’re communicating.” I chided.
He chuckled before explaining. “I know what it is like to have a dream and to pour everything into it. I purchased The Thirsty Pearl and took it over from its previous owners, back when it was The Moist Oyster. I gutted it and redecorated everything, and poured my life’s savings into it.”
Uhh. The Moist Oyster? Ewww.
Yeah, I never would have been caught dead at The Moist Oyster. That name was godawful.
“Wait, The Thirsty Pearl is yours?”
I thought he was a bartender, or maybe a manager or something.
“Yeah, now it’s half yours.” David winked at me.
Wait… The Thirsty Pearl was my favorite drinking spot. It didn’t even seem possible that I actuallyowneda part of it.
“So all the planning and decorating that went into your wedding. I get it. I did the same with picking the right theme and material to fix up the Pearl… Sometimes I wonder if I overdid it.” He winced as if he’d admitted a dark family secret.
