My husband's balls slap lightly against my chin. Precum spills down my tongue. My eyes are rolling back, and I’m lost in it...lost in him. And just when I think I’m addicted to his taste, he gently pulls out, breath hitching.
“I love your mouth, baby,” he says, caressing my face. “But it’s time.”
He leans down, pulls me up into his arms, and kisses me hard; tongue and all, tasting himself on my lips. “I get to feel that ass on my cock now,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’ve waited too long.”
I freeze. Not because I don’t want it. I want it so bad I’m shaking. But because I’m scared. He sees it immediately. His hand cups my cheek again. “Hey. You okay?”
I nod slowly. “Just... nervous.”
Corey presses a kiss to my forehead. “I got you.”
I look at him. “What if it hurts?”
“Then I stop,” he says, firm. “Immediately. We go slow. You tell me everything you feel, and we do this together. Okay?”
I nod. Again. My voice is small. “Okay.”
He brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “Lie down, baby. On your back. Let me see you.”
I lie down on the bed, trembling slightly as Corey climbs over me. He’s so warm. His body covers mine like a shield, broad shoulders caging me in, thick thighs pressed against mine as he settles between my legs.
His cock rests against my stomach, thick and flushed, smearing precum across my skin. I shiver. My own cock twitches, embarrassingly small compared to his, but he doesn’t even glance at it. His attention is on me...my eyes, my breathing, the way I swallow too hard and clench the sheets.
“Spread your legs for me,” he says gently, kissing my nose. “Nice and wide.”
I obey, opening up slowly beneath him. My knees shake. He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand; we packed it weeks ago and warms some between his fingers before bringing his hand down between my cheeks.
I gasp at the cold. Then moan as his fingers start to work me open.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
He fingers me gently, lube-slick and slow, kissing my chest, my neck, my lips between every stroke. His other hand laces with mine, squeezing softly when I tense.
“You okay?” he asks after a few minutes.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Tell me if you’re not. Always.”
He lines up. I feel the head of his cock press against me and my whole body stiffens. “Hey,” he murmurs, stroking my thigh. “Look at me.”
I look.
“I love you,” he says, so softly I almost cry. “And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll take
it slow. You’re in control.”
I nod again, voice caught in my throat. “Okay.”
He pushes in slowly. The stretch is unreal. My eyes fly open, and I make a sound I’ve never made before.
Corey freezes instantly. “Liam?”
“It’s...” I pant. “It’s a lot.”
“Want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Just... slow. Please.”
He kisses my forehead. “Okay baby.”
He eases in another inch. Then pauses. Rubs my lower back, whispers in my ear, strokes my side like I’m something fragile and beautiful.
I cry out again as his head pops in. The pain flashes white-hot.
He stops. Kisses my cheek. “Breathe. You’re doing so good.”
I feel his hands on my face, gently tilting me toward him.
“You okay, baby?” he asks again.
“I think so,” I whisper. “Just hurts. You’re so big.”
He nods, kisses me again, and stays still. “We’re not in a rush. I’ve waited three years. I can wait ten more minutes to go balls deep.”
I cling to him.
His hand slides to my hip. His other brushes down my thigh. His voice stays low, reassuring, like he’s reading me through every second.
“I haven’t cum in ten days,” he murmurs. “I’ve been saving every drop of this for you. The biggest, thickest, juiciest load for my husband on our first night.”
“Corey...”
He pushes in another inch.
Then another.
I gasp...part pain, part pleasure.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groans. “You’re making me feel so fucking good.”
Eventually, I feel his pelvis press against mine. He’s in. Fully In. Balls deep. My body is trembling. I’m sweating. I’ve never felt more full in my life.
“Liam,” he breathes, resting his forehead against mine. “You okay?”
“I feel everything,” I whisper.
He nods, kisses me slow. “You’re amazing.”
He doesn’t thrust right away. He just stays there. Letting me get used to his big cock inside me.. Letting me feel how deep he is.
Then slowly—so slowly—he starts to move. Each thrust is long, deep, careful. He holds my legs wide, keeps eye contact. Kisses me through the sting. “I love you,” he whispers.
My pain dulls into something else. Warmth. Heat. Pressure. I moan beneath him.
“You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. Better. You feel...”
“What?”
“Fucking huge.”
He grins. “I’ll take that.”
After a few more minutes, I gasp again. He’s hitting something. Something deep.
Sharp. Pleasurable.
“Oh my god... Corey...right there.”
After a few more minutes, I gasp again. My husband's cock is hitting something. Something deep inside my hole.
Sharp. Pleasurable.
“Oh my god... Corey...right there.”
He adjusts his angle, clearly searching for that spot again.
“Here?” he asks, thrusting shallowly.
I cry out. “There. Fuck, yes.”
He finds a rhythm...slower, but deeper and I feel it building. My cock is hard between us, leaking. I’m moaning with every thrust, jaw open, body shaking.
Then I say it.
“Harder.”
Corey freezes, eyes locked on mine. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Corey... please.”
He kisses me once more, deeply, then slowly pulls out. I gasp at the sudden emptiness. He strokes my thigh, like he’s giving me a moment to breathe. Then he smiles softly. “Turn around.”
I blink, starting to roll over, ready to get on all fours. But before I’m even up on my knees, he places a firm hand on my back.
“No,” he murmurs, voice low but tender. “We’ll save the filthy doggy style for later.”
I glance over my shoulder, heart pounding.
He leans down and kisses the curve of my spine. “Tonight... we’re making love.”
Then he shifts, adjusting himself on the bed and lying on his side, body stretched out, cock thick and wet with lube, resting against his abs.
He pats the space in front of him. “Come here.”
I hesitate, then crawl closer.
“I wanna hold you close while I fuck you harder,” he says softly, guiding me into position. His arms slip around my chest and waist, pulling me back until we’re aligned...my back to his chest, his cock resting between my cheeks, heavy and warm.
He kisses the back of my neck, whispering, “That’s it. Let me feel you like this.”
Then, slowly, he lines himself up again while his other slides down to rub slow, soothing circles over my stomach.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” he whispers. “This ass. My husband’s ass. I’ve waited so long to meet you.”
I laugh softly, dazed and sweaty. “You’re talking to my ass?”
He kisses my neck again. “It deserves some respect.”
Then, with a soft roll of his hips, he slides his cock back inside my hole. The stretch still burns, but this time I welcome it. My body remembers the shape of him. The pressure. The heat. He goes slow at first, careful, rocking his hips against mine in a steady rhythm that feels like a full-body hum.
I moan. Loud.
He tightens his arm around my waist, kissing my jaw, his breath hot on my ear. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. You’re opening up for me. Getting used to me. Every time I slide in, your hole just hugs my cock tighter.”
I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. Every thrust makes my toes curl.
“Aah. That ass.,” he growls. “I haven’t cum in ten days. I am saving the biggest load for you, my baby.”
“Oh my god.”, I gasp.
His thrusts pick up pace. Still smooth. Still controlled. But heavier now. Harder. Deeper. I feel him in places I didn’t know existed.
My small cock’s bouncing helplessly between my legs, hard and flushed and leaking so much it’s embarrassing. Each time Corey thrusts into me, I feel his cock grind against that spot deep inside; the one that makes my whole body clench and my mind go blank.
He holds me so tightly, one arm locked around my chest, the other gripping my thigh as he pounds in deeper and deeper. His breath is hot on the back of my neck, his grunts growing lower, messier, needier.
And I’m..
Fuck.
I’m dizzy. My eyes roll back. My toes curl. My throat tries to form words but all that comes out are broken moans and gasps.
I feel full. Stretched. Owned. My husband’s cock is inside me.
My husband.
His cock.
The thought of it alone unravels me.
And then...suddenly...I’m cumming.
I don’t touch myself. I don’t have to. It hits fast and hard, without warning. A surge of heat floods my core, and my cock twitches violently, pulsing against the sheets. Cum spills out in thick ropes across my stomach and thighs. My whole body trembles through the release, and I bury my face in the pillow to muffle the sounds I’m making. I don’t even know what I said. It was just noise. Just need.
And Corey doesn’t realize at first. He’s still fucking me deep from behind, his hand stroking up my stomach as he holds me close.
But then....
His fingers brush down. Lower. Across my skin.
He freezes.
“Baby...”
His palm presses into the base of my stomach, then lower still, right where my cock is. He pulls back slightly, and I feel his touch pause in wetness.
A beat.
Then he goes still. “Liam?”
I wince. “Uh.”
He pulls his hand up to his lips, inspecting his fingers. His voice drops into stunned awe. “Baby. Did you just cum?”
I nod against the pillow, face burning. “Yeah.”
He lets out a shaky laugh. “Oh my God.”
I roll my eyes, too humiliated to look at him. “I didn’t even touch myself. I swear.”
“Fuck, I know,” he breathes, voice thick with amazement. “I didn’t touch you yet.”
He presses his cock in deeper, hips stuttering slightly, like the realization just made everything ten times hotter.
“You came hands-free?” he whispers in my ear. “Just from my cock?”
My voice is small. “Yeah. It felt so good, Corey. I couldn’t help it.”
He groans low and feral. “That’s so fucking hot, Liam. You don’t even know. You just busted from me being inside you?”
I nod.
He kisses the back of my neck hard, moaning as he thrusts again. “Jesus. It’s like my cock was made to be inside you.”
I let out a helpless, messy moan.
He chuckles, breath warm on my ear. “We’re gonna do this again. And again. Every day. You’re gonna get so used to cumming from my dick you’ll forget what jerking off even is.”
My breath stutters. I can still feel my cock twitching. The sheets soaked under me.
The heat of him still buried deep.
“I love you,” I murmur. “So much.”
He kisses my shoulder again, hips rolling slower now. “I love you.”
Then suddenly...he growls.
Loud.
One final thrust, and I feel it.
The heat.
The pressure.
The flood.
He buries himself deeper and stills, wrapping his arms even tighter around me. His cock twitches inside me, spilling over and over again until I can feel it dripping out around the base.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “I can feel it dripping. That’s a lot.”
He groans into my neck. “I told you. Ten days. I saved every drop of my cum for you.”
I feel so full I can barely breathe. He stays there, pulsing, heavy, and warm.
Then...without pulling out, he shifts his body and presses his full weight against me. One arm wraps around my chest even tighter, the other slides under my neck, holding me close. I’m locked in place, caged by muscle, soaked in sweat, and still trembling.
He kisses the side of my head. “The pleasure was all mine, babe. I hope you know what this means.”
“What?”
“This is just the beginning. You’re mine now. My husband. My baby. That ass?
Mine. That sweet, tight hole? Mine.”
I kiss his forearm. “Yeah baby?.”
“I’m serious.” He holds me tighter. “We’ve got three years of no sex to make up for.
You better get used to my dick inside you.”
We lie there like that...his cock softening inside me, my hole dripping with his cum until our breath evens out. And then, softly, in the dark, Corey presses one more kiss to my cheek and whispers:
“You’ll always be mine. And I’ll always take care of you.”
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