5. Marnie

Marnie

He carries me like I weigh nothing. It’s a novelty I don’t think I’ll ever tire of. Being short and round for most of my twenty-seven years means I’ve come across my fair share of insults. I think every girl who doesn’t look like a model in the magazines has a complex about her body, and it’s a fight for all of us to look in the mirror and not scowl. I’d like to say that before Danny came into my life, I was one of those big girls who found a love for the body God gave me on my own. But it took the loving eyes and hands of the man currently lowering me onto a giant mattress on our own private island to teach me that every inch of me is worth loving.

“Do you have any idea how in love with you I am?” he asks as he holds himself above me, his silky brown hair, falling forward enough to touch my forehead.

I slide my fingers over the fabric of his shirt, working each button open until I’m touching the taut skin of his chest. “Enough to buy a private island for our honeymoon?” I tease, acutely aware that my shocked reaction wasn’t what he was expecting when we got here. I suppose it was just that I never gave money much thought. I mean, I dreamed about winning the lottery one day like every other human on this earth does, but I never imagined marrying into money. To find out he’s worth billions is a lot to wrap my head around. How does a man even have that much money at forty-two and not be Batman? That’s something I wanna know.

“Even more than that,” he says, sucking on my lips, tasting my tongue. “More than words could even express. I have you, precious, you’re mine. And now I intend to keep you.”

“I like the sound of that. I have no plans to go anywhere that isn’t with you.”

He moans and moves over me, his erection pressing into my thigh through his pants. I can feel the thumping of his heart against my palms. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Solid and sure. I love the way he loves me, the intensity of his gaze, and the searing fire of his touch. In this bed is where I want to be, joining our bodies as he fills me with his seed. Sounds like heaven to me.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything, precious. I’m yours as much as you’re mine.” His teeth slide along my jaw, down until he runs his tongue along my pulse point, nipping me lightly as he pulls my dress from my shoulders, bearing my chest, his hot mouth finding my nipple and sucking back.

“You. I just want you.” I moan and rock my hips, finding his hard girth. The pressure is sublime between my legs as his mouth and fingers explore my chest, kneading, pinching, and sucking.

“I want you pregnant with my baby,” he says, pulling my dress down my body and dropping it on the floor where he discards the rest of his clothing too.

That’s another thing I’ll never tire of; looking at his beautiful body. It’s so toned and muscular that I salivate just thinking about the way it feels to have that amount of strength and power dominating me. He could have me anywhere, any time, and I wouldn’t argue. I feel constantly turned on by him.

“How many babies do you want?” I ask, grinning as he climbs back over me. The idea of growing a piece of him in my belly and nurturing it with my body does all manner of wonderful things to me. I’m as eager as he is to start a family.

He slides his hand between us, moaning as my juices coat his fingers and he pushes inside. “As many as this delicious body can give me.”

“Ohhh.” I rock up to meet the depth of his movement.

“Swollen breasts, swollen belly. It’s how I’ll keep you. It’s how every man will know you’re mine and mine alone.” He watches me carefully as he curls his fingers inside me, massaging my g-spot.

A moan leaves my mouth. “Yes, Danny. I’m yours,” I gasp, arching against him as his mouth returns to mine and his fingers push gloriously into my depths, stretching me, teasing me until I’m unable to take the beautiful torture of his touch for a second longer. I let go, coming around his hand as I howl into his mouth, my hips rising up and fucking his fingers.

“That’s my precious girl,” he whispers, slowing his movement and bringing me back down while he runs the tip of his nose across the soft skin of my cheek. “It makes me so hard when you come for me.” His mouth collides with mine, kissing me fiercely, making my head spin. “I want more. Can you come for me again, precious?”

I nod as he slides down my body, paying particular attention to my nipples with his heated tongue. “I want to come with you inside me,” I gasp, reaching for his hair and sliding my fingers through the soft tousled waves.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, moving south and kissing the inside of my thigh. “I want you to come in my mouth first. I want my girl good and ready before she takes my big cock.”

I moan as he licks, sweeping through my core, flicking at my clit. It’s still so sensitive that I lift my hips off the bed. “Holy fuck!”

Danny releases a soft hum that drives me wild as he fucks me with his tongue. Before I gave him my flower, I had no idea having someone suck and lick at my secret spot would produce the kind of feeling that turns my bones to liquid. I also didn’t realize a man could get such pleasure out of it either, but Danny loves to make me come. It’s like he sees making me scream as a badge of honor. One I’ll gladly give him.

“Oh, Danny! Danny!” I howl as he centers his focus on my clit, tongue swirling and sucking at the tiny bundle of nerves. I clamp my thighs around his head and refuse to let him go, my hips rocking against his face as my second climax gathers and hits. “I love you!” My god. My husband is a devil in the sack.

I’ve barely caught my breath before he has that massive cock of his paused at my opening. “I fucking love you too,” he says, seduction curving his lips as his eyes lock with mine and he pushes inside me, stretching me. I wonder if my body will ever get used to his girth, but in a way, I also hope it doesn’t. The pain is quite exquisite.