Page 52 of When Love Takes Over
My strokes quickened, but my dick continued to reach the depths of her soul. Her soft cries and moans turned into loud screams and deep groans. With each stroke, her pussy became wetter, and I had to work overtime not to fill her with my seeds.
“Shit, Kenzo! Baby, damn!”
The moment she exploded, I threw in the towel and released what felt like a gallon of semen into her womb. I groaned, growled, and grunted until my nut sack was empty, collapsing on top of her, praying I wasn’t too heavy because I needed a damn minute.
If someone saw us now, they wouldn’t believe we’d gotten married a few hours ago. After the first time we had sex, we finally took off our clothes, which were now in a pile on the floor somewhere, and had sex twice more.
I couldn’t get enough of Malyah’s pussy, and she appeared to be obsessed with my dick. We had two more days of uninterrupted time together, and I was sure that wouldn’t be enough.
We were finally eating the meal that was waiting for us. Instead of having it at the table by candlelight, we were naked in bed. Thus far, nothing had gone as I’d planned, but I was cool with it, and it seemed Malyah was too.
“This steak was cooked to perfection,” she said before slipping a piece she’d cut into her mouth.
“I agree.”
“I bet it was expensive. I don’t have steak often, and when I do, it’s the lowest grade because it’s what I can afford. This is literally melting in my mouth.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Maybe I’m just hungry, because these garlic mashed potatoes are almost as good as the ones I make.”
“Almost. Baby, this food is from a five-star restaurant. Do you mean to tell me your potatoes are better than these?”
“Why are you so shocked? Baking is my passion, but your girl can burn in the kitchen. Okay?”
“Mywife.”
“Your wife, what?”
“Mywifecan burn in the kitchen,” I said, correcting her.
“Oh. It may take a while to get used to using our titles.”
“That’s okay because I don’t have a problem reminding you.”
“I’m sure you don’t. So, what else did you plan for us?” she asked as she devoured a zucchini blossom.
“Honestly, nothing but sex, sex, and more sex.”
She gasped, reaching across the tray that was between us, holding our food, and playfully punching my shoulder.
“Kenzo, be serious.”
“Baby, I’m serious as hell. It’s been hell this week waking up with you on my mind and my dick fully erect. I couldn’t think of anything else but feeling your pussy.”
“Wow. This was all about sex for you?”
“You know that’s not true, but I can’t lie and say that dining on the delight between your thighs again and finally feeling your pussy wrapped around my dick hasn’t been heavy on my mind.”
“Whatever.”
“Don’t act like you ain’t been craving my dick. Did you or did you not say, and I quote, ‘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 didn’t say that,” she lied with a smile.
“You definitely said that shit, baby. You want me to play the recording?”
Her eyes widened as she gasped.
