Page 30 of Wedded to a Wayne

A shudder rocks through me at her plea. “My wife is begging for my cock. You don’t know what you’re doing to me. I’m trying to make this good for you.”

When her slender hand closes around my erection, my eyes nearly roll back in my head.

“Wow, that’s…” Tanisha licks her lips and squeezes experimentally. “That’s thicker than I thought it was going to be.”

“Oh, fuck.” I look down and watch her hand on my rude flesh. “I told you. You have to let me get you ready for this. Once I get inside, I’m not sure I’ll be as patient.”

“Don’t be patient,” she says with sudden urgency. “I want you inside me. Your wife wants you to.”

Her words shred the last of my restraint and my knees struggle for purchase between her thighs. “You had to say it.”

I put her leg back over my shoulder and she stares up in blind confusion.

“I’ll get deeper this way. Trust me to make it good.”

She nods, tightening her grip on my thick shaft.

I nearly come in her hand. “If you want it, you have to let me go first, baby.”

When she reluctantly obeys, I kiss her, biting at her lips and looking into her eyes. “What are you thinking?”

“You really are big.”

I turn my head and kiss her knee with a pained laugh. “You like waving red flags in front of bulls, don’t you?”

I send up a little prayer for patience as I line myself up, gripping her thigh with my other hand. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”

Our wedding night, I remind myself as the head of my cock penetrates her narrow channel. Our real wedding night after weeks of waiting. No matter what she says, I want to make it special if I can.

“Emerson,” she moans and I work myself in deeper, a drop of sweat landing on her breast as I hover over her.

“Is my wife a screamer?” I ask, my gaze locked on my thick shaft stretching her pussy wide. “Am I going to have to cover your mouth when I finally start fucking you as hard as I need to?”

She bites her lips, wide eyes staring at me. I know I’m shocking you, baby.

I’ve been shocking myself. I didn’t think I was this kind of man. This lusty, chest-pounding caveman with his filthy mouth is new to me. He only comes out to play with her. Only Tanisha.

She’s moaning with every new inch I give her, and her hand comes up to cover her mouth when I finally power home. Flesh against flesh. Deep as I can get. The first.

Only.

“There it is. This is where I belong.” I grind against her and she shouts against her fist, her eyes dilated. “To have and to hold. I have you, Tanisha. Nothing between us. And you’re holding me so tight I don’t ever want to leave.”

I take the hand she’s pressed against her mouth and lift it to my lips. “Tell me you’re okay, baby. Tell me you’re with me.”

Please, be with me.

Her gasp sounds like a sob, but she’s nodding rapidly. “I’m with you. I didn’t know it would… I’m with you.”

“You ready for more?”

“Yes.”

“Thank God.”

I start to move, forcing myself to go slow at first. Deep and slow. It’s feels so good and it’s nowhere near enough. I’ve been too bottled up and she’s restless under me. Impatient. As if she knows what I really want. How close I am to breaking. “Faster, Emerson.”

She’s perfect.

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