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I felt a hand behind my head. “Do you want to meet the man I was before you became my wife?” Michael asked and I moaned as I nodded my head. His grip on my head became stronger and he shoved himself deep into my throat. I gagged but he didn’t let up. He was thrusting his hips hard and I could feel myself grow wetter as tears formed in my eyes. “Look up at me.” Michael ordered and I did just that, as he controlled every thrust that became harder and deeper. He didn’t stop to my gags or the tears in my eyes, but I loved it.

I heard a zipper unzip and heavy breathing in the corner. Suddenly, Michael pulled me up to my feet and we flew across the room until my back hit the wall. My leg was thrown up andthe man to my right was moaning just a little as Michael slowly pushed inside me.

“Jesus fuck, she’s so tight you barely fit.” The man commented.

Michael’s thrusts started off slow, the pain hurt so good. He was stretching me, maybe even tearing me because he didn’t prepare me. “More.” I begged and Michael picked up his pace as his head rested against mine.

“Harder.” The man grunted as I could hear each stroke he gave himself.

Michael pulled out and reached into the dispenser and let go of my leg to put the condom on. The hunger in his eyes as he kept them locked with mine drove me nearly insane. I looked down and watched as he rolled the condom on himself. He then took both my hands and walked me over to the bed, where he sat and pulled me down to straddle him. His lips trailed across my cheek then he whispered. “Are you okay? We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

He pulled his head back then ran the outside of his fingers down my cheek as he studied my eyes. “You’ve never been on top, so I’m going to be deeper inside you.”

I gave him a nod then he nudged me to lift up as he lined himself up to my entrance. I slowly lowered myself, welcoming the pain.

The man said something in Spanish then said it in English. “You like the way he hurts you, don’t you?”

I went to look but Michael grabbed my face and made me look at him. “Do not engage with him.” He warned me. “Eyes on mine at all times.” He growled.

I did as he said, while his hands gripped on to my waist and helped me slowly rise and fall, a little deeper each time. I shut my eyes and soaked in the feeling of Michael being so deepinside me. He kept guiding me to rise and fall then rock my hips then rise and fall again. Our eyes were locked the entire time as he slowly helped me pick up my pace. "My God, Belle.”

I heard movement in the corner, maybe clothes, then saw movement in the corner of my eye. The man showed himself and when I looked at him, Michael slapped my ass. “Look at me!”

The man was handsome and young, I imagined older, but he was nude and had his hardness in his hand. He ended up behind me, and I felt myself become wetter. Michael kissed my lips, moved my hips back and forth faster and his deepness along with how full I felt drove me closer and closer to the edge. Then Michael laid back and he felt even deeper. He was biting his lip as his eyes went from mine to where we were joined then back up to mine.

“I need to touch her.” The man was breathing hard, and I could hear moans, and he was stroking himself. He must have been using something because I could hear wetness. “Please let me touch her. She’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful. She’s so damn tight, I can see what it does to your cock.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Michael snapped at the man. Michael pulled me down and dug his fingers into my hips as he began to thrust from under me. Faster and harder until he was no longer thrusting but pounding into me. I felt it start, and Michael began grunting.

“Holy fuck, she’s coming!” The man cried out. By that time, I was crying Michael’s name as my entire body was vibrating and my toes were curling. The man behind us ended up in front of me and Michael’s head was buried in my chest. I watched as the man released his own orgasm and I started coming again.

“I’m coming, Belle!” Michael wrapped his arms around me and paused deep inside me. I felt his stomach muscles contract then he thrust one more time and held me there. I kissed the top ofMichaels head as his body began to relax. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He was not happy.

The man disappeared through a door as we got dressed. Michael wasn’t patient when he grabbed my hand and led me out the door. “Are you mad at me?” I ran to keep up, but he stopped and quickly backed me into a wall.

“You are my wife, Belle. Your body is mine, and mine is yours. I fucking hated every moment of that because I should be the only man to see your body, listen to your moans, and experience your orgasms. You are my whole world, and no, I’m not pissed at you. I’m pissed because I got into it.”

I smiled up at him. “You liked it?”

“I didn’t say I fucking liked it. I got into it, meaning I felt like my old self in there a few times, and I don’t like who I was before you. For the first time in my life, I feel comfortable in my own skin, because of you. I am not on some quest to fulfill a need I can’t identify. I feel complete, and those few times I felt like my old self, I felt empty again. I craved the excitement, loved having something so perfect and letting another man watch what he could never have, because you belong to me. I love you so damn much, Belle. Please tell me you’re satisfied, and we can leave this place?”

“I don’t regret it, but I wouldn’t do it again.” He kissed me, told me he loved me, then we left that resort and went back to our own.

Axton

After arriving back to the suite at our designated resort, we had a little chat. She explained she had strange dreams she never really understood. She wasn’t exposed to much about sex, so shedidn’t understand them. She kept her distance from the other students in college per the agreement she made with her father. There were things brought up in class about human sexuality, but she didn’t have enough of a basic understanding about sex to comprehend the conversations between her fellow students and her professors. I understood she wanted to explore the “sinful” curiosities she had and assured me it wasn’t something she cared to explore again. Her curiosities had been satisfied. I hoped she meant it, because I was beyond satisfied with the passion Belle and I shared. I had zero desire to explore anything found outside our bedroom.

After our talk we cleansed the both of us of the night. I made love to her in the shower, then again in the bed before falling asleep. I woke to plump soft lips trailing down my neck. “What are you up to, Mrs. Axton?”

She giggled. “I’m hungry.”

I chuckled. “We can call down and order breakfast.” She slid on top of me, and I smiled against her lips, morning breath and all.

“I’m not that kind of hungry.” Her tongue dove between my lips just as she slowly took me inside her. I woke up a monster on our wedding night, and I loved it. Her soft wet walls clamped down on me as she slowly slid me inside her. I took a sharp breath, because fuck, I’d never get used to her tightness.

“God yes.” She whispered against my lips.

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