15. Garrett

Idon't think I've ever laughed while being intimate with a woman before. It wasn't an unpleasant experience, but then again, I don't think that anything I share with Alyssa would be. "How the fuck are you so tight?"

"Listen, you overgrown mule dick bastard, don't blame your mutation on me." I have no idea what she's talking about, but I knew if I went any further, she'd hurt like a son of a bitch, so I pulled out and gave her my mouth again.

Now that I knew what I was working with, I took my time and made sure she came twice before even attempting to get inside her again, though it damn near killed me. You think you know your dick after thirty-two years, but just when you need him to be on his best behavior, he goes and grows an extra inch in width or some shit.

I blame her. Her scent, her ass, her tight pussy, her beautiful face, all her. When she was writhing around the bed like an electrocuted eel, I tried nailing her again. At least I got a little bit deeper this go round, and then my eyes fell on her bra, tits; how could I forget?

I pulled at her fancy bra with my teeth until the shit was hanging off of her in shreds. She said some shit that I didn't hear or understand because I was transfixed on her perfect globes. Hard, firm, with that upward tilt that meant no sag. How the fuck is she this perfect.

I licked her nipple, and her pussy twitched, so I did it again. Things really took off in the right direction when I bit her nipple; that's when my dick broke the fuck out the gate and went full bore.

I hit something and pulled back to look down at her. Her mouth was opened wide on a silent scream, and I felt the warmth of what I knew was blood run down my cock. "You…." Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body lifted off the bed and turned red from her neck down.

I almost pulled out, thinking I had hurt her, but then I felt her pussy sucking the life out of my dick. I've never seen anyone climax like that before, so it caught me off guard. When the scream finally escaped, I had to cover her mouth with mine so that my staff wouldn't break down the door.

She bit my fucking tongue and then started humping her hips hard against mine. My left nut thought it was his time at bat and called in the right one as his wingman, and I had to put both their asses in check. No, the fuck you are not about to cum ten seconds in. This crazy twit would never let me live it down. I'd be hearing about that shit for the next sixty years over the breakfast table.

I would like to say I was waiting for her to get used to having me inside her, but that would be a lie. I couldn't move. Her pussy had me on lock. I'm not sure how a woman can lift weights with her labia, but I'm pretty sure she'd mastered the art. Her shit was strong, like Iron Man strong.

I gritted my teeth until they damn near cracked, but that didn't do shit. I got the bright idea to bite into her nipple again, and she damn near broke my shit off. They're going to need the jaws of life to get me out of her at this rate.

"Hey, you, lippy, can you stop cumming long enough for me to get the rest of this in you?" Stupid me, I went after her slit that was full and red and just begging to be touched. Wrong move. She comes with the damn wind. The thing is, I wanted her to cum so I could in; now, when she cums she locks me down and won't release.

I leaned over and got close to her ear. "Don't be afraid!" I whispered the words before easing a finger under her to find her rosebud. That relaxed her for all of two seconds, and I was able to get another half an inch in her before she went back to her shit.

I licked her ear; she got tighter; I sucked her nipples, she got tighter. Well, there was only one thing for it. I'm pretty sure I just busted through her hymen, so the worst of the pain should be over with now.

I eased back and that's when she decided to release. But I wasn't expecting it, and when I slammed back into her, I went way past the six inches I'd had inside, past her cervix, and heading hard for her uterus. "Oh fuck!" I started shooting off as soon as I knew where I was.

That shit hurt like a son of a bitch, but it felt so good. If I thought she was tight before, nothing compares to the tightness of that little ring around her cervix entrance that snapped around the head of my cock. Like a rubber band had been snapped around my shit.

We were both sweaty and breathing hard, and I was still wondering what the fuck just happened. I eased my chest off of hers where I had fallen like a lug to look down at her. "How are you a virgin?"

"Am not!" She'd fight about how many eyes she has just to fucking argue. I eased my cock out of her and looked down at the massacre between her thighs. "Then what's that?" I pointed at the blood that was about to make me freak the hell out.

She lifted up on her elbows to look and then looked me in the face, "I think you ruptured my spleen."

"Do you hurt?"

"Of course, I hurt, you big lummox."

She seemed a bit dazed, and her eyes were glassy which I didn't like one bit. "Stay there, don't move." I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a robe for me and one of her before going back to pull hers on around her shoulders.

She went limp and refused to help, so I had to do it myself. "Stay where there." I left the room again, trying to make sense of this mess. I know what I felt when I was inside her, but it's not making any sense.

I know for a fact that she had been in a relationship with that asshole for four years, and though she'd made him wait at least a year, they had definitely done the deed. I also know that I hadn't ruptured anything inside her like she said, but there was no way I was taking any chances.

At this point, I didn't know whether to pound my chest with pride or fear. What if I had really hurt her? The thought erased every amorous thought from my head and left me cold with uncertainty. There was only one way to put these doubts to rest, and though it might be a bit unorthodox, I'd rather be safe than sorry.

ALYSSA

I think I fell asleep, or more like passed out for a few once he left the room. Only to awaken moments later to some strange woman standing next to the bed, looking down at me while he hovered. "This is Dr. Morales; she's going to look you over to make sure you're okay."

I only allowed it because she was a kindly older woman with a warm smile and because my insides felt like a tanker had gone through them in destruction mode. She also ordered him out of the room before she started, which made me like her even more.

What I didn't expect was for him to be as stubborn as ten mules and dig his feet in. He refused and, in fact, climbed back onto the bed to sit next to me with his arms folded like a petulant child. "Don't mind him, you go ahead."

Now I was only going along with this, like I said because I genuinely believed that there was something wrong, not that the pain was as horrendous as it was when he was inside me, but I couldn't be a virgin since I'd been in a physical relationship for four years and I didn't want to give big dick walrus the satisfaction.

I wanted it on record that his damn club foot third leg, whatever the hell he calls that thing, had tried to dislocate my uterus. While I was rambling in my head, the doc was doing her thing. "It's most definitely her hymen." Say what now?

"Did he pay you to say that?" She smiled like a doting grandma.

"You're right, she is a hoot."

"What did you say about me?" I glared at him, but he just rolled his eyes and got down off of the bed to stand beside it.

"How is that possible? She's had sexual relations before."

"It's very possible, especially if her partner or partners were less endowed. Or, some hymens are extremely strong and, in some cases may need to be surgically removed. Tell me, was there any unbearable pain for you, dear?"

My face was red and I pulled the pillow over my face. "Alyssa, sweetheart, answer her." I should really play this up and make him feel guilty, but one thing I'm not about to do is play about my life.

"No, it was painful but nothing too horrendous." I wanted to say more, but she was a stranger.

The two of them walked away and he didn't return right away. I think I drifted off again because the next thing I knew, he was lifting me, and I was swatting at him. Then I felt him lowering himself with me in his arms, and then there was the feel of warm, soothing water on my cooter; we were in the tub.

He was taking such good care of me that I fell asleep. I heard people in the other room, no doubt, changing the sheets. "Do not take those sheets out of that room," I yelled through the closed door, not even sure they could hear me.

Garrett lifted the phone I hadn't noticed out of the wall and I heard a phone ring in the other room. He passed it to me, "Tell them." He held the phone to my ear, and I repeated what I'd said, having no idea who the hell I was talking to.

When I was through, he took the phone and said something in another language, which I was sure was not Spanish, before hanging up again. Then he proceeded to bathe me with the gentlest touch. I wasn't sure what Norman Bates was up to at first, but when he didn't do anything off-colored, I relaxed.

When it was time to get out of the tub after he'd changed the water twice, I pretended to have no strength, and he carried me without complaint. He even dried me off and put me back to bed on the nice, clean sheets that smelled like heaven in spring.

I peeped my eye open and caught him smiling as he moved around the room doing who knows what. "What are you grinning about?"

"What do you think?"

"My train don't run to crazy town; I have no idea."

"My virgin bride." Asshole!

I huffed and turned my face away. I have got to come up with something to top this shit. That asshole Denny hung me out to dry. Here I was, thinking I was the shit because that bastard could only last a minute, and I heard some things that indicated that could be a sign of over-excitement for Moi.

I wasted four years of my life. "But wait." I sat straight up in bed, all thoughts of sleep evaporated, "Where's that sheet?" He lifted it off the chair. Someone had vacuum-sealed it already. This is going to be fun.

"You're not sleepy anymore?"

"You keep your nasty dick away from me." I covered my snatch with my hands and gave him the stink eye.

"Relax, the doctor gave me some numbing cream. The stuff I added to the bath should help some as well, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Lay down and spread ‘em."

Oh, he thought he was funny. Either that, or he was challenging me. Ha, I threw off the sheet and spread my legs as wide as they would go. Those cheer splits keep paying out. His look of shock soon became one of hunger. "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard; you damn right, it's better than yours…."

He shook his head at my singing and got to work with something that felt ice cold one second and numb the next. "I wouldn't dream of touching you until you heal. Since you're up." He brought a thick folder over to the bed and got in beside me.

We both sat with our backs pressed against the mountain of pillows behind us, "What's this?" I held up the folder and turned it this way and that.

"Open it!" I did as I was told, and the first few lines made my vengeful heart dance.

"You had them investigated."

"Yes, I knew the opportunity to fuck with them would be worth more to you than diamonds and gold, so congratulations on our marriage."

"Bless your heart, you know me." I tried to bring tears to my eyes to give him the puppy dog look, but he just shook his head.

"Check your phone. I'm sure you have a way of seeing the flea delivery."

"Oh my gosh, I almost forgot." I scrambled off the bed and went in search of my phone. That's when I noticed that he'd had all of my stuff from the resort transferred here.

Later for that, I've got more important things to do. "Don't just watch it over there; I wanna see too." Heeeeyyyy, this marriage thing is shaping up to be not so bad at all. Denny would never join me in any of my revenge schemes; he was too high-brow for that.

Coming from a wealthy family he always put on airs and acted as if he was high above everyone else. He'd had me fooled that he was of the highest caliber, morally speaking, and I was too disinterested to notice the truth.

Though my mind wasn't on him yet, there was no reason I couldn't let some things stew while I worked on Helen and her spawn.