Chapter 13

13

K arrington

“Look at me.” Her eyes fluttered open. Lips trembled. “You’re so fucking pretty, little one. I love watching you take this dick.” She whimpered and tightened her legs around me. At first, I thought she just liked me guiding her because she was so new to sex. Now, I knew she had a praise kink. The more I talked to her and affirmed her and what she was doing, the wetter her pussy got. “You’re my little doll. Keep those legs open so I can go deep in this good ass pussy.”

“Ahhh.” Her back arched as she spread her legs and gripped my hands. “Baby,” she purred.

“Hmm? How does it feel? Are you okay?”

“Mhm. It f-feels good.”

When her eyes fluttered again, I told her, “Open those eyes. Don’t close them again. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

“Yes, baby.”

“Mm… good girl.” Her legs tightened around me again, forcing me to pin them in the bends of my arms. I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed with enough force to make her eyes roll into the back of her head. She gasped. “I know, baby.” She grunted.

“It’s coming,” she panted. “I f-feel it coming.”

“Cum for me, baby. Be my good girl and cum.”

That was all it took. Her legs shook as she whimpered and moaned my name. I continued with the same pace until her orgasm subsided. After it did, I lifted one leg and kept the other wrapped around me. As I licked and kissed her leg, I stroked her clit. Every sound that came out of her mouth and gushy pussy heightened my arousal. I was becoming addicted to this woman, and I didn’t know how I felt about that. My plan had been to keep space between us, get her pregnant as required, but keep her out of my heart. Regardless of if that was what I wanted or not, she was making her way inside. And the more I was inside of her, the more connected to her I felt.

I’d been with virgins before and always felt honor in them giving themselves to me, but something about Eyela was different. It went beyond the physical exchange, and that made things different.

After she came again, I made sure both legs were wrapped tightly around me before I picked her up and rocked her up and down on my dick.

“Oh… ooh…” Her arms clung to me tightly. Each stroke made her wetter. Each time I pressed against her G-spot, those ridges expanded. “Oh my… Karrington… I’m going to squirt again.” Sure enough, the clear liquid sprouted as she convulsed against me. “Ah!” she yelled, and as much as I didn’t want to, I laughed.

“We gotta get you used to your body, little one.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” she slurred as I laid her back down.

My strokes hardened and sped up. I moaned as my toes curled.

“I love the sound of your moans,” she confessed. “Cum in me.”

“Shiiit,” I roared, gripping her waist as my strokes became sporadic. “You want me to cum in you, little one?”

“Yes, please. I want every drop.”

With a growl, I exploded inside of her. If she didn’t get pregnant on our wedding night, she was definitely going to get pregnant on our honeymoon.

The Next Night

Eyela and I decided to end our day at the beach club. We’d gone kayaking and biking earlier before she spent some time in the spa. I was cool with a massage, but afterward, I went back to the residence while she did her thing. The resort had everything we needed along with quite a few excursions to choose from, so I didn’t think we’d have to leave.

We’d both been drinking, and that made us more relaxed. More expressive and talkative. I guess we were a real couple. Still, it was taking the idea of us some getting used to. It felt like just yesterday I was swearing off women after Luna Ray. Now, I was smitten by another one.

Why was I feeling happy and carefree? I should have been weighed down by grief and responsibility, but as I swayed with her in my arms and took in her lazy eyes and relaxed smile, I couldn’t force myself to feel anything but peace.

Her head tilted and smile wavered. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, little one.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Just got a lot on my mind.”

“Whatever it is, it can wait until we get home. It’s our honeymoon, and I know I won’t see you when we get back. Your mind belongs to me until we leave.”

I couldn’t argue with that even if I wanted to, so I chuckled and lowered myself to give her a kiss. “All of me is yours, Eyela. I give you my word.”

“The fuck?” I frowned and pulled Eyela’s hair to get her mouth off my dick. She was feeling confident enough to suck me off when we got back to the residence, and I thought I’d have to talk her through it. Imagine my surprise when she started giving me sloppy head like a motherfucking pro. “Aye, whose dick you been sucking?”

Her giggle as she gripped my thighs only pissed me off more. She was supposed to be the only thing on this Earth that was truly mine until we had kids, and I was starting to not even want to share her with their asses.

“Nobody,” she answered sweetly.

“Then how do you know what to do?”

With a shrug, she looked away innocently. “I bought a dildo to practice with so I could please you.” When her eyes returned to me, she asked, “Does it feel good?”

Relaxing my frame and my expression, I nodded. “Yeah. It feels good as hell, little one. Keep going.”

My grip on her hair loosened and she returned her mouth to my dick. Between the warmth and pressure, I was close to nutting already. “Wrap your hand around it and stroke it while you suck,” I ordered.

She did, and I hissed. When she moaned, I groaned. She added a second hand and twisted her wrists. Seconds later, I was telling her to get up so I could cum. Sucking dick was one thing, but I didn’t know if she could handle swallowing just yet. Again, she surprised me by stroking my dick and allowing my nut to coat her tongue. She swallowed it, then sat on her knees like a good little girl with her hands cupped, palms forward, on her thighs. I couldn’t imagine how I was looking at her as I sat up on my elbows, but it made her cover her face and laugh.

“Was it good?” she asked.

“Very good. You didn’t hear the way you had me moaning?”

I tugged her forward so she could ride. That would be a first, too, but I was confident she could handle it.

“I’m happy I could please you. Doing so made me really wet.” She put my hand between her legs, causing me to moan. “See. Is that normal?”

Chuckling, I sat her down on my dick. “Yeah, that’s normal, baby. I want you to show me that you can ride this dick. I’ll guide you.”

She inhaled a shaky breath as I pulled her up my shaft. “O-okay.”

It only took a couple minutes of me guiding her movements for her to catch on. When I let her take control, she kept a steady pace. I alternated between stroking her clit and massaging her nipples as she released sizzling breaths. When my hands squeezed her round ass, her chin trembled. It seemed the more I touched her, the more aroused she became. Whether my hands were on her waist, ass, or clit, a sound was coming out of her mouth. The way her pussy was leaking, I could tell this was going to be her favorite position. I still wanted to hit her from the back though.

“You’re doing such a good job, little one. You’re riding my dick so good.”

Eyela whimpered as her head flung back. I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around her neck. My toes started to curl as her walls clenched. It wasn’t long before my stomach was clenching and her body jerked as we came together. Flipping her over, I stroked her deeply until we came again. I cleaned her up because she was going to sleep before I even pulled out all the way. As I showered, I battled my thoughts.

Regardless of how close we were getting, a part of me wanted to protect myself. I’d lost a lot to this lifestyle, and now I feared losing her too. It would have been different if I had no attachment to her at all, but if we started to act like a real couple, that would complicate things. The marriage was arranged and could only be on paper once we had at least one child, but I still wanted to please her, provide for her, protect her, and make sure she was taken care of. And as our time here progressed, I was starting to want to love her too.