Page 83 of Where We Promise

“You have to tell me if it hurts. Promise me, Pen. I will never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

She nodded. “I promise.”

Our mouths met and moved desperately against one another, open and panting as our messy kisses resounded in the room. Pen moaned into my mouth as her fingers curled around the hem of my shirt and began lifting it up over my head.

I pulled her shirt up, gentle to clear her stomach and tender breasts. She’d mentioned them being sensitive the last time I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, so I was cautious with them. She used her hands to twist behind her back to unclasp her bra while I pushed her leggings down. My jeans and boxers went next and then I gripped her by the ass and lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Placing her on the bed, I gently gripped her hair and wrapped it around my fist.

“Get on all fours, show me that pussy, Mrs. King.”

Pen complied immediately, getting to her hands and knees, then looking over her shoulder at where I held the ends of her hair.

I stared at her ass, loving this view, where I also had full access to her cunt.

“Move forward,” I ordered my beautiful wife, releasing her hair. She obeyed, getting closer to the headboard.

I crawled onto the bed behind her and slid my palms up and down her ass. Shit, she was perfect, so juicy and round.

“Gonna taste you now, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

I spread her ass and began navigating with my tongue at that tight center of nerves. Her moan echoed through the room, and it only encouraged me to push my tongue deeper. She tasted like honey, how that was possible, I had no fucking clue but shit, she did.

Her hand came around, holding her ass for me as I continued to lick and tongue-fuck her there. My fingers came up, dipping into her pussy, while I remained fixed on her ass. It felt like I couldn’t get enough of her. She was perfect, like she was made for me.

“My wife is fucking delectable.” I swiped my tongue over her hole again and moaned. “Perfect and so tempting.”

“Jamie,” she panted, rocking her hips into my touch as I kept my fingers inside her.

I moved down to her pussy and began kissing her sex; I used my thumbs to pull those swollen lips open and then spit.

“You’re mine, Penny. For fucking ever. I don’t want to annul anything. I want to keep you. My filthy bride. I want you, for always.”

I raised my body, so my cock was lined up with her, then gripping her by the hips, I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into her slick center.

She gasped as I continued to push, not waiting for her to acclimate.

“And now...” I pulled my hips back and then gently rolled them forward, fully sheathing myself inside her. “You are officially...” I moved again and her fists clenched the comforter. “My motherfucking wife.”

Her moan was sultry and full of begging, but I just held her hips firmly while I slid my throbbing cock in and out of her pussy, fucking her as hard as I dared. She hadn’t clenched up, or said it hurt, so I just kept going. I pulled her arm back and anchored it to her hip as I took a deeper angle. It allowed me to see her tits jerking and swaying as we fucked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, practically begging.

I pulled her up, keeping my cock snug inside her pussy, and aligned her back with my chest. Palming her tits in my hands, I rolled her nipples while I slid into her. My lips were right at her ear as I rasped, “you thought I didn’t want to fuck this cunt, Pen? You honestly thought I didn’t want to slip inside you every fucking night?”

She cried out again, but I kept going. I wasn’t done. I could see a creamy ring of white around my cock from her release, but I didn’t care if she was sensitive, I was still going.

“All I think about is how badly I want to claim you and be inside you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Your lips get me hard just from parting when you need to breathe or speak. You walk past me, and I want to slide your pants down and fit my cock in between your ass cheeks and find that soaking center to slide into. God, you grip my cock so well.”

I moved slower but managed to somehow go deeper. I pulled her hair back into my fist, in one hand, while keeping the other on her breast, lightly squeezing it.

“You’re always dripping for me, baby, aren’t you? My dirty wife, fucking desperate for this cock.”

“Fuck, Jamie. My god, I’m—I can’t.” She cried out again, tipping her head against my shoulder as she came on my cock.

“Jameson King, I need you to come because I’m dying. I’ve come three times on your cock, now fill me up. I’m ready.”

I let go and shuddered while gripping her hips, moving slow and steady as I spilled inside her. Her cum covered the base of my cock, and as I gently helped her off my dick, sticky streams of cum came free, clinging to my cock.

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