Page 119 of Axton

“Reach for the stars, Michael. There’s nothing left to stand in your way anymore.”

His lips turned up as they lowered toward mine.

Axton

Her scent surrounded me as my tongue swept against hers. I was beyond thankful her dress had a zipper on the back. Our lips never parted as she unbuttoned my shirt, and I unzipped her dress. Within a matter of moments, I had her stepping out of the wedding dress that was piled at her feet. She had no fucking clue what that lingerie was doing to me. It was a white laced strapless bra, a suspender belt around her waist, thong panties and white stockings. I watched as she pulled out all the pins from herhair, and that gorgeous copper silk mane fell over her shoulders, making my cock the hardest it ever was in my life. She stepped into me as she pushed my white button up over my shoulders. She was taking her time studying the muscles and tattoos she had seen before. “My husband has a gorgeous body.” She kissed one peck of my chest then the other as she unbuttoned my slacks, then pulled down the zipper. I swallowed hard as those lips trailed down my stomach, over my belly button, then the trail of hair that led to my cock. My slacks fell around my feet then her fingers slid under the elastic of my boxer briefs.

Bellemy Axton was a bad girl for sliding my boxer briefs down then kissing my tip. She teased me, made every muscle in my body tense as she slowly ran her tongue up my shaft, then swirled it at the tip. I was trying my hardest to restrain myself. Her tongue went back down my shaft, then she ran her tongue over my balls before her lips kissed them.

“Belle.” I warned her that I was about to lose my patience. She swirled her tongue over my tip again just before she slowly took me deep in her mouth. My eyes rolled as my head fell back. Nothing she was doing to me was rushed, it was painstakingly slow.

“Jesus Christ, Belle.” The deep tone of my voice didn’t even sound like my own. Softly, gently, slowly, she took me deeper each time she moved those plump gorgeous lips up and down my cock. It was torture, but it was also the fucking best thing ever. My cock would slowly slide from her mouth, then her tongue would swirl the tip then she would suck me back in so perfectly slow. When I looked down at her with pleading eyes, she winked, and my balls tightened. “Fuck.”

I was fighting the natural instinct to wrap my hands in her hair and shove my cock down her throat. I couldn’t take it anymore and did just that before I pulled her to her feet, picked her upand laid her on the bed. I didn’t want her out of that white lace, but as my tongue brushed against hers, my fingers pulled down the strapless bra to expose her breasts. She moaned when I pinched her nipple, then she whispered my name. My hand traveled down her side then my fingers slid down her thigh then back up between her legs. It was my turn to tease her as I felt how wet she was, then used her wetness to tease her clit with my thumb.

“Michael.” She whispered against my lips.

I kissed her chin then her throat, her collar bone, then her nipple as I sank one finger inside her. Shit, how was I supposed to fuck something so damn tight? The thought made my heart race harder as my lips trailed down her stomach, over the suspender belt, then panties and finally I tasted her sweet vanilla as the fingers of my other hand pulled her panties to the side. My tongue teased her little nub as my fingers slowly massaged her inside walls. I found the spot I was looking for when she took a sharp breath, and her hips slowly thrust. I smiled, knowing she wasn’t going to be allowed her orgasm until I was ready for it, and that wouldn’t have been without my cock.

Her hips swirled, thrust, she squirmed, but I took her to the edge over and over again, but stopped just in time to deny her the orgasm she so desperately desired. I even chuckled against her wet pussy when I heard the curse words that left her lips. Nothing made me happier than to see the frustration on her face when I decided she was tortured long enough. I took my time unsnapping her bra, her suspender belt, then slowly removing her panties. I preferred the stockings and heels to be left on.

Her fingers ran through my hair as my lips trailed up her thighs, then her stomach, and eventually my tongue swirled around one nipple, then the other. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled it up to kiss her.

“Are you ready for this, Belle?” I whispered between kisses.

“More than ready.” She kissed me harder as I settled between her legs. She was relaxed, ready, and waiting when I lifted my head to watch her as I slowly pushed my tip inside her. Her eyes met mine and I knew I was already hurting her, and I hated it.

“Are you okay?” Dammit she was so tight around me it was almost painful for both of us.

She nodded. “More.” She whispered.

I watched her expression as I pushed in deeper, and Jesus Christ she was almost too tight. I studied her eyes and read what I needed to see in them. I was hurting her, but she wanted the pain, if it meant being closer to me. She gave me a nod and I pushed in a little deeper and she bit her bottom lip, and I knew it hurt.

“We just need to get through this first time. I’m so sorry.”

She nodded again and whispered. “The significance of this pain makes it worth it.”

I kissed the one lone tear that fell from her eye. “Do you want me to stop?” She was breaking my heart.

“Never.” She whispered then kissed my lips. I pushed in more and I heard her whimper, but she slowly thrust her hips telling me to keep going. I wasn’t a small man, and she was so tiny I knew she was bleeding. I pushed in a little more, then slowly pulled back. She was getting wetter and each time as I slowly thrust and went deeper and deeper until finally she moaned. Each time I pulled back it felt like she was sucking me back inside her, and holy hell it was like fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time. I wrapped my fingers in hers and kept my eyes locked with her beautiful blue ones. I could have sworn I could see into her soul and hear the words I love you, althoughshe wasn’t saying a word. Relief came over me as she began meeting my slow thrusts and I couldn’t wrap my mind around how anything could feel so damn perfect. I shut my eyes and stayed pushed inside her as I was finally as deep as I could be inside her.

“Are you okay?” I swallowed hard knowing without a doubt that I was living the ultimate sexual and spiritual moment ever possible. My cock and her tightness were pulsating, making it feel like she was milking me, although I wasn’t even fucking moving.

“I didn’t know anything could feel so good and perfect.” She slightly rocked her hips, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut even tighter.

“Jesus Belle, I’m all yours.” The dominant man in me stepped back and took a seat to the vulnerable man that needed that woman’s love more than life itself. I was bare inside her, something I only ever experienced once in my life, but this time, the woman under me was giving as much as she was taking, and I had to calm myself down so I wouldn’t end the most perfect experience of my life too early. I could swear to God and all that was holy, she wasn’t the only one losing her virginity that night.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself then slowly pulled back and thrust back inside her. My mind about went insane when her back arched and she let out the most beautiful moan I ever heard. Each thrust slowly increased in pace as she dug her nails into my back, making my situation even more vulnerable because the pain only added to the pleasure. My concern for her couldn’t be satisfied, no matter how many times I asked her if she was okay, and she answered with words like, perfect, feels so good, I love you, more, and I’m yours.

“Who am I?” I asked as I made love to her, truly made love to her.

“My husband.” She whimpered out.

Eventually, both of my hands clasped her face as I found our perfect pace. I’d pull out just enough to make my tip push against that soft place inside her. I begged God to let her come her first time. My prayers were answered after I gripped on to the headboard and gave her long and hard thrusts. Witnessing her first orgasm around my cock shot me into my own. I was shocked by the roar that vibrated my throat as she clamped down so tight around me as I came and saw stars. There were no coherent words to celebrate the explosions that blasted off in both of our bodies. I couldn’t even form the words I love you, because each pump of my cock took everything out of me, and I didn’t think it would ever end. My body would twitch, and I’d shoot more of my DNA inside her. Her body tremored just like mine, but her thighs nearly vibrated as her legs were wrapped around me, heels digging into my ass.

It took everything I had not to collapse and smother her under me. I had to use every ounce of strength to keep holding on to that headboard before I could let go and wrap her in my arms to kiss her.

Not a word was spoken as we tried to catch our breaths. Even if she asked me a question, I couldn’t have formed the words to answer her. All I could do was hold on to her for dear life. I loved my wife, and there wasn’t a damn thing that would make me let go of her. I held on to her as tight as I tried to hold on to life the night my father almost killed me.

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