Page 51 of When Love Takes Over
It hadn’t been long since I first had the pleasure of tasting her sweetness, but it felt like I’d been waiting my whole life to do it again. I didn’t think it was possible for her to taste better than the last time, but she did.
I sucked on her clit before flicking my tongue over it, then slid my tongue between her folds until I reached her pussy hole while pressing my thumb against her clit.
“Kenzo, shit!” she screamed, palming the back of my head.
She pressed her center into my face, and I relished every second my mouth was connected to her pussy. Her moans and screams became louder, and I should’ve been prepared for the shower I received seconds later.
“Fuck! I’m cummin’!” she shouted as her body convulsed, and she tried to push me away.
I tightened my arms around her upper thighs to hold her in place because I wanted every ounce of her goodness spraying from her pussy in my mouth.
When she stopped fighting, I lifted my head to look at her. The skirt from her wedding dress engulfed her, and she held a radiant glow from her orgasm. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
I stood, removed my suit jacket and vest, and unbuttoned my pants. She opened her eyes and watched as I pulled my dick out and stroked it.
“I envisioned something very different for our first time, but feeling your pussy wrapped around my dick while still wearing your wedding dress suddenly sounds like the perfect way to consummate our marriage.”
She gave me a lazy smile before responding.
“I’ve been on my best behavior, trying to be a good girl, and it’s exhausting. Can I be a bad girl now?”
I raised my brow because what she’d said was unexpected.
“If my wife wants to be a bad girl, who am I to stop her?”
She kicked off her heels and moved back, putting her feet on the edge of the bed and opening her legs wide enough for me to see evidence of her orgasm. It looked so good, I was tempted to taste it again, but my dick and Malyah said otherwise.
“I’m ready,” she said in a low and sultry voice, which caused my dick to jerk.
While still dressed in the rest of my suit, with my dick exposed and standing at attention, I climbed between her legs. Our eyes connected as the head of my dick neared her entrance.
“You sure you ready for this dick, baby?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
My lips crashed against hers, and as my tongue entered her mouth, my dick entered her womb. Malyah’s pussy was soaking wet yet still gripped my dick perfectly.
Immediately, I knew something was different. It could’ve been that I was entering her unsheathed, something I’d neverdone with another woman, or maybe it felt different because she was my wife.
Had my mouth not been otherwise occupied, kissing her with the kind of passion I’d only experience with her, I would’ve been crying out like a little bitch. My strokes were intentional, as I pressed deep inside her, almost pulled out completely, then slowly went back in for more.
“Kenzo, baby,” she whispered against my mouth.
It was the first time she’d use a term of endearment, and the shit did something to me. I lifted my head just enough to see her face and observed her love faces.
“Talk to me, Lyah.”
“My God! You feel so good.”
“You like how this dick makes you feel?”
She nodded, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“Tell me how much you like this dick.”
She opened her eyes and stared into mine before saying, “It’s so good, I might just fall in love.”
Her words were music to my ears and put a fucking battery in my back. I tucked my arms under her thighs, dug my knees into the bed, and went to work.
