Page 12 of Layla

“Yes,” she said through tears. “I love you, too.”

Their kiss started slow but soon deepened, turning electric. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and pressed his body harder against hers. The kiss left her breathless but then elicited an excited squeal. Kirk smiled at his bride as his hands began to work the dress.

For a moment, Layla was paralyzed by her excitement. She finally forced her body to comply and began helping Kirk shed the gown. By the time she stood before him in only her pearl-white, strapless bra and panties, her chest rose and fell in shallow pants.

Her excitement only increased as he kissed down her neck, wrapping his arms around her, his hands unfastening the clasp of her bra. It fell to the ground to reveal hard, pert nipples. Her panties grew even wetter.

Kirk didn’t waste any time shirking out of his tux, either. He stopped several times to feast upon his bride’s plump lips, but that didn’t slow him down too long. He would not be denied. A ravenous hunger lurked in his dark eyes, causing an excited chill to trace Layla’s spine.

She gasped as her eyes fell to the giant bulge just beyond the fabric of his gray boxer-briefs. Her eyes widened in outright shock when he tugged the shorts down to reveal his steely rod, pointing at her in full mast.

“Daddy!” she cried, not knowing why she’d called him that.

There wasn’t time to ponder such, though. She sank instinctively to her knees, as if bowing in due reverence to his throbbing manhood.

“Oh, Daddy.” Her words were breathless and panted.

She brought a trembling hand to his full sack and squeezed in slightly, feeling the weight of them against her palm. She licked her lips at the thought of the treasure they held—a seed that would soon invade her womb and claim her as his.

His and only his.

Her hand moved up to the long, thick shaft. She moaned as she traced the veins. Her heart rate increased as she thought of being pierced by the hard spear. It would hurt, of that much she was sure. But she wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything in her whole life.

She wrapped her small hand around it and worked her way up to the tip. She parted her lips and slowly moved her mouth forward. She thought she’d opened wide enough, but the head still bumped her bottom lip, so she lowered her jaw even farther. The rod slid in, instantly filling her mouth. She gagged slightly as Kirk thrust his hips forward. He put a hand on the back of her head and held her in place. He groaned as he rocked back and forth.

She wondered how long she could hold out. She fought her gag reflex as his member poked the back of her throat. The sounds of her slurping and coughing increased. It would take a lot of training, she realized, but she’d get to where she could please her husband. Even if she never grew accustomed to it, he could use her throat at will. Her body was one of her gifts to him. He had free reign to take her as he saw fit.

In her lust, part of her wanted him to savagely use her right then. She knew he wouldn’t though. He wanted to make love to her for the first time. They’d been traditional in their approach, waiting for their wedding night. She knew Kirk well enough to know he would be gentle as he claimed her virginity.

That hunch was proven correct when he pulled out of her mouth and guided her up once more. He kissed her lips passionately and raked his fingers through her hair.

“Lay down, baby girl. I want to taste you.”

His words were soft and sweet. He was slow and deliberate as he lowered her panties.

She was slightly embarrassed that he’d see how slick her inner thighs were. There was no hiding her arousal. Why would she want to? she finally decided. Her body was a gift to him.

She did as told, laying on the bed and spreading her legs. Kirk moved closer, eyeing his prize with delight. Now it was him who fell to his knees before moving his face closer.

He brought his lips between her legs and gave her a series of tender kisses that had her quivering. His warm tongue traced her glistening slit. She opened her legs farther, inviting him inside. He continued to tease her, though, drawing the moment out and making her wait.

Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, she was finally rewarded.

He pulled her petals apart and inched his tongue inside, still going slow, claiming additional inches with each passing second. She arched her back, craned her neck, and moaned. Small spasms shook her legs.

She thought he might go fast—as if consuming her—but he held off, instead continuing in that methodical fashion. It worked, too.

She called his name loudly and closed her eyes. Her pussy was flowing, and she had the fleeting thought that it may repulse him.

It didn’t.

Far from it, in fact.

He increased the intensity of his laps just slightly, but still restrained himself. As it turned out, it was just perfect. Her climax started low and slow before rumbling into something louder—something that shook her entire body and left her rocked to her core.

She hadn’t even recovered before Kirk was on the bed, on his knees, moving her body to where he wanted it. He then got atop her, kissing her as he went.

“Hold my hand, baby girl.”

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