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“I saved myself for my husband, I promise.” Then she gets on her knees in front of me.

“What are you doing, wife?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but I need to hear it from her.

“Whatever I want to,” she says before pulling my cock out of my boxers and sucking it into her mouth.

“Son of a bitch,” I hiss, my hands automatically tangling her wet curls.

I don’t want to come in her mouth, I want to fill her cunt with my seed, but this is just too good to stop her. She uses her hands, throat, and tongue expertly. My hips move so hard and so fast that I am fucking her face pretty hard, but she doesn’t stop me, and she doesn’t choke on me. She knows just what to do, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. I need to be inside her now.

ChapterFour

Fiadh

This whole day has been full of recklessness. Things I wouldn’t normally do. Getting married, for starters, this too. It’s reckless to lose the one thing I’ve saved for so long so quickly, even though he’s my husband and I feel so close to him; it’s still reckless, but I think I like being reckless. I never would have done anything like this back home, but desperation causes desperate acts. This no longer feels as desperate as when I woke up this morning.

I’ll also admit that there is something powerful about being on my knees, worshiping my husband. That little bit of power is nothing to how I feel now. Somehow, he got me on my back on the soft bed without me realizing it. Eamon’s head is buried between my thighs, and I feel like I am floating outside of my body. Nothing could have prepared me for this sensation. He's licking, biting, and sucking on my pussy like it's his job. Then he stops. I want to protest, but I don't get the chance. He moves up my body and kisses me. Distracted, I don't realize he's preparing to slide inside of me until I feel the thick head of his cock pressed against my pussy hole. In one swift motion, he buried inside me, and all I can do is wait while I adjust to the welcome intrusion. I’m so full and so ready for more.

When he moves, I am pushed against the headboard forcefully. It slams back and forth against the wall, and the sound is like an orchestra of our love. I don’t know how or why it happened so quickly, but I love him.

“Oh, God,” I moan, so close to coming. He’s showing no sign of stopping or even slowing down, and I love it.

“God’s not here right now, Fee. It’s just us.”

“I don’t believe that for a second, Eamon.” This feels too real, too spiritual.

There are no more words as I climb higher and higher toward Heaven.

Then it happens, and I see stars.

“Eamon!” I scream as I shatter into a million little pieces. He thrusts into me harder and harder until he finally fills me.

ChapterFive

Eamon

Ihave never laughed so much or learned so much about a person. I never took the time before. She even told me about her aunt and her medical problems. Before leaving Kanas City, I transferred a hefty sum into her aunt's account to cover any additional expenses. Her family is my family, and I take care of what’s mine.

She fell asleep about an hour ago, her head resting on the window. We should be home late tonight. I am listening to a podcast by my favorite childhood actor who was on a very popular sci-fi show. I hear Fee gasp, and when I look over at her, she is putting thick-framed glasses back on. She also wears contacts, but she prefers her glasses.

“Where are we?” she asks.

“Nashville. About three hours from home,” I tell her.

“Where the country singers live?” she asks, excitedly.

“Yes,” I say, chuckling.

“I love Blake Shelton,” she says before going on and on about the man, his dog, the television show he judges, his ex-wife. This goes on for about twenty solid minutes before I get a chance to interject.

“Should I be jealous?” I ask, only slightly, if not irrationally jealous.

“No, of course not. He’d never give me the time of day; besides, I think he just got married. As did I,” she says hastily, a clear afterthought, and it's my turn to chuckle.

“Would you like to stop there?”

“No. I’m ready to see your home.”

“Our home,” I correct her.

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