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My face contorted into a strange mix of a manic smile and a grimace as I bit my lip, whimpering while the tremors ripped through me. Avoiding any more eye contact with him, I dropped my head between my arms, only to find my legs shaking uncontrollably.

Wylie roared from behind me, a primal sound of release as I felt his warm cum fill the condom and watched between our legs the contracting of his balls and my juices drip down my thighs.

Chapter 20 – Wylie

Having Stevie at Cameron Ranch tonight felt oddly fitting, and I wasn't planning on asking her to leave anytime soon. Instead, after a bold move on the balcony in front of every other 20 to 40-year-old in Lonestar Junction, I threw her over my shoulder, tossed her in my truck, and drove straight back to Cameron ranch with my dick still hard as a rock.

And because I was already drunk off the high of my first fuck in a month and whatever other intoxicating aura Stevie seemed to possess, I carried her over the threshold of my house like it was our honeymoon night.

“Going to fuck you proper like I should have on our wedding night when you ran back to Ashwood,” I stated as I laid her on the bed in my room. Her blonde hair was a wild mess around her, and her big round eyes were hooded with desire.

“It wasn’t a real wedding night,” she said breathlessly as I ripped her panties from her body and instructed her to take off her dress.

She scurried out of the thin fabric quickly on command. I knew she liked being in control, but I also knew that in the bedroom, Stevie liked being bossed around. And giving some orders was exactly what I intended to do with my wife tonight. Starting with her taking these orgasms I planned on planting inside her womb.

“Spread ’em, Bandit,” I commanded as she laid there now naked, inches of smooth skin and wet pussy that I wanted wrapped around my cock all night.

She spread her little legs as wide as they could go, each heel touching an edge of my bed like a starfish.

I didn’t give her a warning, my face dove between her legs quickly as I drew that throbbing clit into my lips and sucked hard. She tasted so sweet and salty like my own dessert for being a good boy and not putting my dick in another woman since we'd gotten married. I liked knowing that she’d hadn’t been with anyone else either, though I wanted to punish her for even considering Franklin.

My tongue dove in between her wet folds as her fingers massaged and scratched at my scalp while I rubbed her pussy, bringing blood to it and causing it to swell.

“I intend for you to come all over my tongue so that I can drink those sweet juices properly.”

“Geez Wylie. Do you always talk like this?” she groaned as she pressed my face harder into her pelvis.

“Only for my wife, and when you come, you say your husband's name now, Stevie.”

“No,” she tried to defy but I could feel her orgasm building and removed my face as punishment.

“Let me come, Wylie," she groaned.

“You say your husband's name when you come,” I instructed, then I felt it as I placed my face between her thighs again, sweet vibrations on my tongue as her pussy gushed with pleasure and she cried out my name.

When she’d finally relaxed, her eyes peacefully closed and her lips slightly parted, I climbed to meet her at the top of the bed.

“Give me another one,” I murmured, as my fingers trailed over the peaks and valleys of her breasts and down to the divot of her hips.

“Wylie, I don’t know if I can," she looked satiated and calm, but I knew she wanted more. Craved more. Needed more. She was just like me, and we'd never be satisfied when it came to our wonton need for pleasure to distract us from the pain of life.

“You can, and you will,” I commanded as her eyes opened again, this time the deep brown was a caramel swirl of heat. “You ever been fucked raw before, Stevie?”

She shook her head no, her blonde curls swishing backwards on the sheet.

“Figured if this is supposed to be a proper honeymoon night you deserve to know how it feels to have this cock inside of you without a barrier between us. I’ve never done it either and I’ve been tested recently.”

Her jaw went slack as she realized what I was saying. I stroked my cock firmly next to her as she reached over and gripped it in her fist.

“I have an IUD.”

“Fuck yea you do.”

That was all I needed to flip her on to her stomach as she squealed before pushing my swollen head into her soaked folds.

I’d never been inside a woman raw before, never trusted them enough to bust inside of them, but after feeling the warmth and wetness that was previously suffocated by the thin layer of condom plastic, I was damn sure I’d never be able to top this feeling again.

Chapter 21 – Stevie

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